Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls...

[demonicbeauty]

Who: Ariadne and various (hit me up if you want a starter!)
What: Ariadne keeping busy and being bad at processing her feelings
When: Throughout January
Where: Various, but mostly Serenity Garden

Content Warnings: Backstory trauma likely to come up, discussion of Jedi/Sith violence, will update as needed.

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[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne turned her back, to fetch him some smaller vials he could use to pack up the spices. Although she wasn't a cook, she understood that it was important to keep them separated until they were meant to be combined.

That was just common sense.

She looked over her shoulder with interest as he spoke, though. "What's ramen and tsukemen?" she asked.

[siriusly]

"They're soup-noodle dishes," he replies, leaning away from the shelf so he didn't spit on anything open to the air. "I found out recently they're actually native to a lot of different planets besides the ones I know, too! So it might be as common as baseball or sandwiches, eheh...

"Aa, I, well, see," for some reason, Manabu seems to take on a sheepish note again, shrugging his shoulders up. "My mom owns a noodle shop, so I grew up with those dishes and others like it. Used to help deliver them to the miners on their lunch breaks, too.

"I'm not anywhere near as good a cook as her, but...but I know enough to improvise." He juts his thumb at the shelf. "And some of this stuff will go a long way with that."

[demonicbeauty]

She had no idea what baseball was, but decided she would make a point of asking someone like Dean or Orpheus later. Someone who was used to her inane and unending line of questioning.

As it was, she feared she was going to tax Manabu too much, if she let herself.

Best not to let herself.

Still, she smiled when he explained the rest. "Well," she said, "I like noodles very much. I would certainly love to try any of your mother's recipes. Or your takes on them."

[siriusly]

Manabu makes a few picks of [suitable cooking spices, i am not a cook, no i will not google it, it's 9am on the weekend i don't think on the weekend], just enough for the small handful of vials that Airy had picked up. At their feet, Magnet circles around and through legs, reaching his limit of not being paid attention to, but still behaving. Mostly.

"This'll be good," he affirms, stowing the vials in his satchel and nodding to Airy appreciatively. "And I'll make sure you get a cut of whatever I make with them, okay? Fair's fair."

[demonicbeauty]

"Fair's fair," she repeated, the words fumbling only a little bit. It wasn't an expression she was familiar with, but the nice thing about it was that it seemed to say exactly what it meant.

She hoped, anyway.

Anyway, Magnet clearly needed some attention, so Ariadne leaned over to pet the Omen between the ears. "I'm sorry I don't have any bones for you," she told him. "But there are some nice sticks in the orchard."

[siriusly]

Aw, yeah - that's the stuff Magnet's talking about! Well, happily groaning about, anyway. Manabu sighs, now used to this attention-hungry guy's antics.

"It's alright, there's plenty of stuff for him to sniff around town. C'mon Magnet, we should let her get on with her day, okay?"

[demonicbeauty]

She looked up, giving Manabu a friendly smile. "I hope you'll visit against soon," she said. She was earnest about it. Because as much as she loved trying new foods, she was much fonder of meeting new people. And there was something special about Manabu.

Well, there was something special about all of the Sleepers, obviously.

But he seemed sweet and pleasant. A gentleman.

[siriusly]

"Of course!" he replies, hands dropping to his sides so he can give her a small, polite bow. "I said you'd get a cut, and that includes delivery! Now that I know where to go, you can expect it sometime soon, okay?"

That said, he returns to the door, taking a moment to put his shoes back on, quietly filing away that maybe not to do that next time - it's a store, not someone's house! - before giving her a smile and a nod.

"Thanks again, Miss Airy!" Bark.

Airy indeed...he'll feel a little lighter on the way back to work.