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Argal - hi it has been months
"..Man."
Man.
Noel stared at K -- or more so glared at him, as per the older man's natural resting face -- for several moments. "Sure you're probably capable of doing it without your brain just degenerating -- somehow my ex-wife managed it for so long, too, so it must be something -- but don't you have any reservations when it comes to fucking eating people? Just a glance at you, someone'd think you're a fairly ordinary guy, behemothian shit aside. Is it only family? Hala said something about family being safer eating, but I don't really believe..."
He trailed off, suddenly, not helping but to shudder when he thought of his former spouse. God. Maybe divorce saved his life.
At the same time, Noel was intrigued, and so he finished his words more quietly, "I don't really believe that sort of thing. But, knowing this... interdimensional... whatever the fuck, you've probably got different biology. Who fucking knows. But, on some level, I also just want to know the appeal." There was, then, another long pause. He stared directly into K's soul. This giant freakazoid cousin-cruncher.
"Do you cook them, at least?" he inquired, "Or are you some fucking disaster feral animal... creature or whatever, and you eat that shit raw? Gods forbid."
noel poops his pants followup
Even when he lived out in the middle of shitfuck nowhere, he had to stay on his game while cooking. The forest provided wild ingredients, and the people of the rebellion had some luck growing crops -- and only some -- in the mountains and valleys that made up their section of the West. Tonight, he was more fortunate than he had expected. Sienna was of a lot of help in that regard, bringing groceries home to the tattered cabin he and his daughter lived in. Speaking of...
As he listened to Sienna, he paused to look out the window. He saw the girl fiddled with something between the rocks behind their home, and curled his lip. He was tired of millipedes.
"Walk, help in the yard, don't care which." He grumbled, pulling himself away from the window to take her plate. He brought it to the basin filled with cold water to wash later. "You know I always need help -- as do the others, but..." He wouldn't let Sienna around the soldiers, honestly. Not without his supervision. There were fences and houses and the like needing to be built down there, and though he didn't think her the type to put hammer to nail, she could at least... hold the tools, maybe?
Whatever.
"..Bah. Yene cuisine's just like this, especially the further south you go." Noel said. He paused for a moment, and then continued on more quietly, as if he were confessing a secret to her rather than something that was completely benign. "My former wife killed my tastebuds, probably. She helped. They'd say her people were blessed by the gods to eat fire, but -- that's bullshit, I know it, but... eugh. Maybe I'll make something Hirvedan for you next time and see how you stand it."