[ hard to tell with text, but whatever, he'll take it at face value. ]
Yeah, "my Mitchell".
I honestly can't figure out if we're supposed to quietly ignore each other's existence now or arrange some kind of international dinner party and introduce everyone.
[ no really, don't. somehow he doubts arguments about which one of them is the 'original' might sour this rocky truce. that said, unsure if the bourguignon thing is a joke or serious, because come on, who else makes bourguignon in space. ]
No no, sorry, not that. I mean more about anyone actually attempting to make bourguignon here. The pasta options in space are pretty dire, but fresh bread is easy if you want to substitute.
Sorry, thought you were being sarcastic about my cooking. No, it actually comes out rather well. There are some dried mushrooms which reconstitute quite well, and the ship-wine isn't too tannic, so you don't get that bitterness that bad bourguignons sometimes have. Carrots and onions from the garden, of course, and there's a bacony-flavored protein that cuts quite neatly into lardons...So I'd say if you can make a bit of fresh bread, that'd actually make for a pleasant meal. And some sort of galette for dessert? Apples, perhaps?
[And at long last, Josh, here he is: Chipper George.]
Hospital porter. Sort of the only job really available. Mitchell helped me get it. I did want to be a teacher, but that would have been a bad idea, really.
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[text] hope i'm sorry this is going to go downhill i can feel it
[ you're right, this is a terrible topic. although josh has gotten enough perspective to be weirdly content with the direction his life's taken - mostly because of nora. still- ]
Wait, does that mean you're good with kids? Or are we talking college level.
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Yeah, funny how things tend to not work out ever. Sorry, I know it's personal. I only asked because I considered being a chef before I went into medicine.
[ thanks, dad. there's a pause before he sends the next part; not insanely long, but it's clear there's some thought before he commits. ]
If it's any consolation, sometimes they do. Work out, I mean. My life isn't even close to what I expected, and there are things I'd kill to take back, but some of it's actually good. "Worth it" might be a bit strong, but it's close.
Right. I've no intention of sounding like a stereotypical Englishman, but that was a very stereotypically American thing to say. That's almost a bit reassuring.
[ that's super nosy, isn't it. last he remembers there were mentions of going after bishop, or bishop's equivalent. it wasn't exactly a high point in his life, but sacrificing yourself to protect your friends isn't the worst way to go. ]
Is it still prying if there's a 50% chance I already know the details?
[Yes, it is, if the surge of reluctance is anything to go by. Still, he types out, tersely:]
I didn't have much of anything before Mitchell. After I was infected, I lost everything, and I had nothing. But he saved my life in more ways than one. So even if I'm not exactly where I'd thought I'd be in life, things are still better than they had been.
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But seriously, man, congratulations. Did she just get here this last jump?
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You did't speak to Nora, did you?
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But speaking of that conversation, Aidan's here, too.
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He's your Mitchell, yeah? That's great. Congratulations.
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Yeah, "my Mitchell".
I honestly can't figure out if we're supposed to quietly ignore each other's existence now or arrange some kind of international dinner party and introduce everyone.
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[But, and here's a mark of how soft he gets as soon as Nina's here:]
Though I have got a decent mystery meat bourguignon recipe that can be scaled up without difficulty.
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[ no really, don't. somehow he doubts arguments about which one of them is the 'original' might sour this rocky truce. that said, unsure if the bourguignon thing is a joke or serious, because come on, who else makes bourguignon in space. ]
And just for the sake of clarity: seriously?
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There's not much of an alternative to mystery meat here. Don't have to get shirty, and if you've got something better, you're welcome to it.
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Sorry, thought you were being sarcastic about my cooking. No, it actually comes out rather well. There are some dried mushrooms which reconstitute quite well, and the ship-wine isn't too tannic, so you don't get that bitterness that bad bourguignons sometimes have. Carrots and onions from the garden, of course, and there's a bacony-flavored protein that cuts quite neatly into lardons...So I'd say if you can make a bit of fresh bread, that'd actually make for a pleasant meal. And some sort of galette for dessert? Apples, perhaps?
[And at long last, Josh, here he is: Chipper George.]
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That sounds incredible, actually. Sorry if this is a weird question, but did you ever consider culinary school? You know, if you didn't do
whatever it is you do. What is your job, exactly? You said you were getting a teaching degree, right?
[ things they failed to compare. it seemed slightly irrelevant when compared to their various life traumas, frankly. ]
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Hospital porter. Sort of the only job really available. Mitchell helped me get it. I did want to be a teacher, but that would have been a bad idea, really.
[text] hope i'm sorry this is going to go downhill i can feel it
[ you're right, this is a terrible topic. although josh has gotten enough perspective to be weirdly content with the direction his life's taken - mostly because of nora. still- ]
Wait, does that mean you're good with kids? Or are we talking college level.
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[text] oh my god that's creepy
[ thanks, dad. there's a pause before he sends the next part; not insanely long, but it's clear there's some thought before he commits. ]
If it's any consolation, sometimes they do. Work out, I mean. My life isn't even close to what I expected, and there are things I'd kill to take back, but some of it's actually good. "Worth it" might be a bit strong, but it's close.
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But I don't think you could sound more like a stereotypical Englishman if you tried. No offense.
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It's all right, anyway. I don't mind where I am. It's better than where I was, and I've got good friends, and I've got Nina.
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Better than where you were? Really?
[ that's super nosy, isn't it. last he remembers there were mentions of going after bishop, or bishop's equivalent. it wasn't exactly a high point in his life, but sacrificing yourself to protect your friends isn't the worst way to go. ]
Is it still prying if there's a 50% chance I already know the details?
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I didn't have much of anything before Mitchell. After I was infected, I lost everything, and I had nothing. But he saved my life in more ways than one. So even if I'm not exactly where I'd thought I'd be in life, things are still better than they had been.
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