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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[ 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.
[ it's hard to say whether josh would get the reluctance despite the lack of obvious cues in any other circumstance. because there aren't any signals other than the fact that josh is slightly uncomfortable thinking about how much he gets that, but if they're anything alike (more alike than he'd like to admit, given george's response)— ]
Definitely prying. Sorry, none of my business. But this is weird, right? Figuring out boundaries when half your secrets are my secrets.
Look, when I first arrived, I rather implied to several people that I thought you were most likely a serial murderer at worst, a stalker at best. I invoked the film Single White Female several times. That was rather unfair, and I am sorry.
If you've never filmed it, how do you know what it does and doesn't get up to? I'm just saying, I don't think werewolves are known for their sense of propriety.
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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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Definitely prying. Sorry, none of my business. But this is weird, right? Figuring out boundaries when half your secrets are my secrets.
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Look, when I first arrived, I rather implied to several people that I thought you were most likely a serial murderer at worst, a stalker at best. I invoked the film Single White Female several times. That was rather unfair, and I am sorry.
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Look, I get it, you were adjusting. Space is weird enough without having to deal with whatever this is.
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Right, like making bourguignon in space and very possibly trying to sniff your own butt once a month.
[ this is somehow more self-deprecating humor than humor at george's expense, but the distinction is probably a little fuzzy. ]
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2. DOGS/WOLVES DO NOT DO THAT.
3. HAVE YOU EVER EVEN MET A DOG IN YOUR LIFE. THEY SNIFF OTHER DOGS.
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The lady doth protest too much.
If you've never filmed it, how do you know what it does and doesn't get up to? I'm just saying, I don't think werewolves are known for their sense of propriety.
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