We'll just see about this...

[homeless_pard]

Who: Requiem and Jason
When: A day after the shopping trip? (long enough to set lights and get planters planted)
What: Trying to piece together just what the hell is going on here.

He was still braiding his hair when he stepped into the donor quarters. Sure, it was easier to just go to the club, but he wasn't always in the mood for the lights and noise, hence seeing if any of the donors were still available and willing...

...the donor quarters were always slightly brighter than other areas because the most common occupants were not vampires (not that the Circus was ill lit by any means) but it seemed even brighter than normal. Perhaps one of his meals yesterday had been high? It would explain the mild headache and sensitivity to light today? And would explain why he was loathe to go to the club. He was never at his best when post-drugging.

He tied off his braid with a leather thong then nodded, pulling his hood up. It was a 'necessary part of his character' the cape, and comforting besides, fewer people dicked around when it came to donating when he was caped. Something about the mystery and darkness inherent made them bend their necks to him easier.

Appearances. Feh.

He finally glanced around then blinked, those were...grow lights? Not sun lights, they didn't hurt, they were just bright. And plant troughs had been added, he could smell the damp earth and the tease of herbal scents just under the smell of bee balm blossoms. Well, that was new, he wasn't certain who had decided the donors needed such but he certainly wasn't going to complain?

He was half way to the planters, curious about what had been seeded, before he spotted the man on the couch. What was Jean Claude's pomme doing here? Their Master would have said if the man had fallen out of favor, and yet these were the general quarters. "...Jason?" Perhaps he'd brought a lover and fallen asleep waiting while said lover recovered in a room?

It seemed the most plausible answer honestly.

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[homeless_pard]

In some regards she was merely...human? She offered him a reassuring smile, amused at the fussing as she took his arm, "they are but stiff lord, I promise."

"Overboard?"

[jasonpschuyler]

He laughed softly. "Sorry, it's hard seeing someone still hurt this long: with us it usually means that it was something bad." He moved slowly as he walked her to the donor's quarters. "And it doesn't hurt me to offer a hand, right?"

The guilty smile grew a bit more as they approached the doorway. "Um...well, you'll see what I mean." He nodded towards the piles of grocery bags and goods surrounding Requiem.

[homeless_pard]

"Aye, and it was terrible in retrospect?" she admitted. "But it will not be years in the healing, thankfully." Just not tomorrow either! She was still squeezing his wrist in gratitude for the concern?

Ah? Oh..."oh dear..." she blinked.

[jasonpschuyler]

"At least there's that. It would be nice if we could share some of our healing for you, though." He felt that small squeeze and tried to ignore how very much he noticed it.

He guided her to one of the chairs, offering her a place to sit. "You can sit and direct, and we'll put everything away." He paused and glanced around at the piles. "We weren't sure exactly what you'd want; thought just getting a variety was a safe bet?"

[homeless_pard]

"Ive time and more to heal it seems," she chuckled softly. "Rushing such may lead to deeper damages I'd not enjoy addressing." Better slow and steady perhaps in this case?

That was a...mountain of goods. "Ah." Um. Sitting, yes. "Whatever did you not purchase?!"

"...there is no pumpkin?" Requiem offered a touch bemused. IT WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND?!

[jasonpschuyler]

"Frozens?" Jason offered with a grin. Then he made a face. "Oh, we should have gotten ice cream. Next time, we have to get ice cream."

Jason was nudging some of the piles. "We're getting what we can in this fridge until the new one gets here." He grinned and winked at her. "And the stove, thanks to this one over here."

[homeless_pard]

"...ah, pumpkin and frozens. Ice cream?" she repeated a touch blankly. "Like you two shouldst not go to market without a guide..." it certainly seemed that way at least?

"Perhaps not," Requiem chuckled softly, unloading things on the table so she could see them.

[jasonpschuyler]

"There should always be ice cream, at least in the summer." Jason started unpacking some bags as well. "I know it's hard to believe, but we actually showed some restraint."

No instant meals, no canned goods, sodas, junk food...

[homeless_pard]

"I will take your word for such lord," she admitted. Obviously ice cream was not something she was familiar with. Iced cream just sounded....cold to her?

"Ah, mayhap the larger bags and such on the bottom shelves?" The beans, the flour and such?

[jasonpschuyler]

He would have to bring her some to try instead of explaining it. Or maybe a trip to one of the dairies: they usually had ice cream made fresh there and it was always good.

He started pulling large bags of dried goods, passing them to Requiem. He could unpack well enough, but Requiem would have a better sense of what went together.

[homeless_pard]

She was obviously itching to do such herself, unused to directing others to do aught for her, but she had been led to a chair and they'd fuss otherwise yes. "There is...ah, are those fresh?" she blinked. Alongside everything a bey of fresh ingredients...

"Jason was considering a salad this eve," Requiem explained in amusement. "Perhaps with a grilled meat."

[jasonpschuyler]

"Well, more for tomorrow before work. We got a bunch of fruit, too." He eyed the fruits. "A lot of these can stay out, but the berries should go in the fridge. And anything we cut."

He made a note to not cut anything until the larger fridge arrived.

[homeless_pard]

"...there is no space in the fridge," Requiem admitted. "At all. The berries may go to your room Jason." Ah, speaking of, "in this country, lady, the eggs need must be refrigerated due to how the shells are treated in washing."

"I see," she mused. "May you sort what is fruit an what is not so I may tell lord Jason?"

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason nodded and set all the berries and the grapes to the side. "These ones will have to go in the fridge, but they'll be ok out for a bit. Really everything else can stay out for now."

He was still rapidly emptying bags and trying to put like items together as much as he could. Soon there was a small pile of the fruits they'd bought set to the side, but still separate from the fruit he'd suggested go in the fridge.

"Requiem, is there room for the salad vegetables, or should that go in my room for now, too?

[homeless_pard]

"Most the salad vegetables should be alright out as well," Req pointed out. "But what is not should go to your room." If he'd ever played the game, well, he'd admit he'd Tetrised the fridge here!

With the growing piles, well, Khemrys was reaching to touch...fruits? She assumed these were the fruits given proximity to berries and distance from salad greens!

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason caught her movement and grinned. "We tried to grab some things you might not have tried before." He started pointing out some of the fruits in the pile. "Mango, pineapple, kiwi fruit. They had some nice watermelons, so I got one of those, too. When we have the bigger fridge we can cut these up."

[homeless_pard]

"Ah, the fruit as made you ill when young," she chuckled softly. Mayhap he wished to illustrate how? Then she was repeating each name and touching the fruit mentioned to be certain she had the name.

"Ill?" Requiem asked, amused.

[jasonpschuyler]

"Yeah," he laughed, "but I'm going to make sure this one is well washed before we cut into it."

He smirked at Requiem, shaking his head. "Someone cut up a watermelon without washing it when I was a kid. I ate a whole bunch and spent half the party puking in the bushes."

[homeless_pard]

"Aye, we'll take care," she agreed. "There are such in my word that must be handled with care in the preparation or cooking as well." How not?

"Ah," Requiem chuckled. "I see. Better than eating two or three melon's worth I suppose."

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason nodded. "I'm surprised I didn't eat more of it: I was one of those kids too busy running around to worry about eating anything but fun snacks at a party."

He gestured to the pineapple. "That's one of the best though. When it's ripe, you'll be able to smell it; it's so good."

[homeless_pard]

"Your word," she chuckled. "I'll not worry shouldst it become fragrant then." She would likely tap at it though in bemusement. Perhaps like a gourd it would thump properly?

"It looks nothing as to the apples I know. In your world here do pinecones not exist?" They fruited instead?

[jasonpschuyler]

"I'll tell you when you can cut it," he said quickly, grinning in amusement. "But don't hold me to any promises if you don't like it. I just think it tastes great."

Jason blinked. "Huh...I never thought about that. Requiem, do you know why we started calling it a 'pineapple'?" He nodded at Khemrys. "We have pine cones, but I don't see how anyone would mistake a pine tree for a..." He paused, frowning. "Wait, I don't think they even grow on trees...they're picked from the ground..."

The frown of confusion deepened. "Requiem, you were around when they named these in English, thoughts?"

[homeless_pard]

"I am ever aware that I may not like what others may," she chuckled softly. "I may serve it regardless." Obviously!

Requiem glanced up from the final bit of setting things on shelves, blinking, "because it looked like a pine cone, or close enough that they thought it was clever. I think it's just a common name now, it has a proper name for growers and such, but I don't know it." There was the faintest hint of 'and my people were idiots' in there but hey.

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason snorted. "I mean, I guess? But you'd think they'd just take the local name for it instead of making a new one."

Jason was clearly from a much younger generation.

He gave Khemrys a sidelong glance, a teasing scolding in his tone. "As long as you at least try it," he said playfully.

[homeless_pard]

"Jason, what, in all you know of 'colonization' ever suggested a willingness to admit native peoples were right?" he snorted. "Ever?" Ah, perhaps he'd skipped History?

"...I didst not say I wouldn't?" she blinked.