[please tell him once about the erotic poetry squad, viktor wants to know that exists in some world, thank you. one day they will find reason to go to a wild bar and viktor can in turn learn what fanfic is. this trip probably will not end in any trouble whatsoever. ]

Ah, yes. [viktor answers, smile taking a melancholy edge despite himself because if only that were the case. maybe in certain aspects she is but an unfortunate truth of her mutation was her shortened lifespan, which... yes, did not lead to much of a happy ending when it was all said and done.] It's good she does not eat here though, I have no idea how I would keep her fed. As a child I'd spend a good part of the afternoon gathering the fungi she ate to help keep up.

[she would eat him out of house and home, precious thing. then again, at least there were a lot of mushrooms in these parts.

he gets an innocent look back- what, you don't use bunsen burners for that? he heated up the coffee pot with a blow torch once, it's all about those lifehacks. but yeah, pal is right, they're definitely on the hopeless side here.] Ask them where to find a good collection of spices too, I do not even know what kind this world has. I'm afraid I doubt anyone I know would be able to help.

[it's a sad day when he's the most kitchen savvy of his social group, honestly.]