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epidemiology2017-07-23 04:42 pm
heavyhitter) wrote in epidemiology2017-07-23 04:42 pm
and you've got a way
CHARACTERS: Sigma and Ramir, a bit of Jason
DATE: now-ish
WARNINGS: probably nothin
SUMMARY: maze stuff!
[ Being lost in an endless-seeming maze teeming with monsters is not any reason not to indulge in a little bit of adventurous culinary work. So that's why it hasn't been enough for Ramir to just go along with all the weird fruits and shit people keep finding — no, she's got to see what she can make out of one of the smaller, shrimpier one of the lizards they ran into.
Shrimpier, in this case, doesn't really mean all that small. The thing was about dog-sized, and she'd had a hell of a time trying to figure out how to cook something with acidic blood. It kept dissolving the sticks she found to thrust through it for a spit roast, for one thing. There's also the matter of whether anyone besides her is going to be able to safely eat it.
She thinks she's got it now, though. Roasting sections at a time dries up the blood, and this plant she'd found to shred and sprinkle onto the meat had dried it up a little more and gave it a little zest. She sits in front of their evening campfire and chews a piece thoughtfully, staring at the chunk of lizard she's currently working on. ]
Hey, Sigma. [ She glances over, waving a bitesized piece speared on a stick. The stick hasn't dissolved at all under it, so she's feeling optimistic. ] You wanna give this guy a shot?
DATE: now-ish
WARNINGS: probably nothin
SUMMARY: maze stuff!
[ Being lost in an endless-seeming maze teeming with monsters is not any reason not to indulge in a little bit of adventurous culinary work. So that's why it hasn't been enough for Ramir to just go along with all the weird fruits and shit people keep finding — no, she's got to see what she can make out of one of the smaller, shrimpier one of the lizards they ran into.
Shrimpier, in this case, doesn't really mean all that small. The thing was about dog-sized, and she'd had a hell of a time trying to figure out how to cook something with acidic blood. It kept dissolving the sticks she found to thrust through it for a spit roast, for one thing. There's also the matter of whether anyone besides her is going to be able to safely eat it.
She thinks she's got it now, though. Roasting sections at a time dries up the blood, and this plant she'd found to shred and sprinkle onto the meat had dried it up a little more and gave it a little zest. She sits in front of their evening campfire and chews a piece thoughtfully, staring at the chunk of lizard she's currently working on. ]
Hey, Sigma. [ She glances over, waving a bitesized piece speared on a stick. The stick hasn't dissolved at all under it, so she's feeling optimistic. ] You wanna give this guy a shot?