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[ Hey look it's Clem! Hi Clem! Only she looks a little ... guilty, and sheepish today. She's curled up on a chair by the window, with a book open in her lap, and a look of concentration on her face. Occasionally she glances up and around at a sound of the apartment settling, or a bird chirping - any noise she wasn't expected she jumps a bit in surprise. ]

.... I kind of messed up at work today. I think the man I work for is mad at me.

[ Or just a little concerned, Same thing. But uh... what exactly she did to make him concerned in the first place ...well, she knew she screwed up badly there. ]

Is Thane still here?

[ She hopes he is, but...wouldn't be surprised if he was gone - that tended to be the norm; people leave. At least he hasn't died right? After an awkward pause, she decides to offer another question. ]

And... um..What's a tibisp? I can't find it in the dictionary.

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Ooh. That's a neat job.

[ You can do it, Grant! She paused, about to slice another potato, her stomach suddenly growling loudly at that suggestion. Embarrassing as that is, she considers the other option. ]

... that .. that sounds really good.

[ Double stuffed -anything- with crab and cheese. Oh my god. So much food she could eat. ]

A dog...? [ She set the potato aside for said double stuffed potatoes, frowning slightly. ]

...no...but I like dogs. ......there.... There was one I was with for a little while. It...

It didn't work out.

[ Poor Sam. ]

Okay leave one potato. did you turn the stove on? Put the crab meat in the pan, then get the cheese you said you had and put it in the potato with lots of salt and pepper.

...you have any garlic?

[ She's nodding to the question about the stove, dutifully putting crab meat in the pan to cook, sizzling away. ]

No.. should I have gotten some? [ She paused, taking out the cheese. ] It's going to taste weird without it, isn't it.

No! It won't taste as flavorful but that's okay.

[He double checks to make sure this is private] ...If you want. When you've made it yourself? Down the line...I could show you how to make it again. In a few weeks or so.

[As if Clementine doesn't have enough people interested in her welfare already probably.]

I mean and get you all the right supplies. Better supplies Once you've cooked the crab though you're going to stuff the potato so cut one in half, hollow it out. Like you're making a boat?

That's how you start making it.

[ She eyes the feed suspiciously, wondering if he's just saying that to humor her. The offer though, he actually manages to get a small smile out of her for that. ]

Yeah..? I'd like that. [ Learning to cook is more fun with someone helping out after all.. Keeping an eye on the crab meat cooking, she started slicing the potato in half, ignoring the occasional growls from her stomach. She was a pro at that now. ]

[ As she snagged a spoon, she started carefully hollowing out the potato, trying not to compare it to scooping out zombie goo. Yieck. ]

Do you live in Heropa?

It took me awhile to learn how to make it. [Garrett had taught him. There's a brief flash of sadness in his gut, but his features remain blank, friendly, animated.]

Just got here. any advice?

[ For a moment, she mixes the crab meat about so it won't burn, considering the 'advice'. ]

Ummm... I guess, learn how to use the powers that they give you?

I'm.. I've only been here about a month or two so I don't really have a lot of advice to give. [ She shuffles a bit before venturing an offer. ]

If you want, I ..could bring you some? Stew, I mean. Or the stuffed potato.

[He smiles] I'd love that. That sounds great. ...when it's done?

[ Clem smiles back, nodding. ]

Yeah. Where in Heropa are you staying? Are you in the government building?

[He grins] I am.

...Once you've stuffed all that stuff in, turn on the oven and put the potato on a pan. Then pull it out and you can eat it while you're cooking that stew.

[He's put the book down, moving to the communal area.]

....I had a dog too. His name was Buddy.

What kind of a dog was he...?

[ Stuffing ingredients into the tater, she went up on tiptoe to stretch over the cooler side of the oven so she wouldn't accidentally burn herself. ]

[ She should stir the stew too, she was pretty sure - she remembered her moher doing that when she made stuff in a pot like that. So after tucking the potato onto a pan and putting it in the oven, she absently poked at the stew, trying not to play with floating bits of veggie. ]

[He rubs his head] Just a mutt. Looked a little like a golden.

[Watching her cook makes him smile] You're pretty good at that.

[ A wistful, sad smile stole across her face briefly at that. She wasn't sure if Sam had been a Golden Retriever; she didn't really know dog breeds. He... ]

Thanks. [ Just as quick, her nostalgic smile was replaced by a look of focus. ]

I have a good teacher. [ She grinned briefly, before looking back to the food. ]

...what happened to Buddy? Did he get.. old..?

[That is the world's worst question ever Clem. See as a test of proving himself, proving that he could rely on himself completely, Ward was told to shoot the dog. He missed. He missed on purpose, and the man who was his mentor and friend shot him.

Ward's smile never waivers] Old age.

He was a good dog. I loved him, but things pass on.

I used to hunt a lot. With my uncle and Buddy though.

[That same "Uncle" who taught him to do terrible things.]

[ Clementine would have missed on purpose too. The test was stupid - well she'd say it was stupid. Shooting a dog, that would be more helpful alive than dead. ]

.. Oh... [ Awkwaaaarrd. ]

I'm sorry...

[ She'd had a strange feeling that bringing up what might have happened to the doggy would be bad things, but she had to ask anyway. ]

A ...friend taught me to shoot a hunting rifle.. once. It's really hard.

[Ward raises an eyebrow at that] ... It's a good skill for kids to learn.

...You're a bit short for a rifle though. I would have started you off with a handgun. Maybe knives..

[Wow. Reggie is one thing, he's ... older. This is a little girl.]

...Sorry. I used to be ...very familiar with that kind of thing once upon a time.

It's okay. I already know how to shoot a handgun.

[ She didn't like that fact, but she did. ... now she practically waited for the 'But you're just a child!!' reactions to come pouring in. ]

Do you think the potato is done?

[Ward smiles] If the butter melts and it's soft in the middle then it's done. Is it soft?

[ She takes a moment to open the oven and check the potato. ]

Hm... yeah, it is!

[ Oh thank goodness. She almost reaches in and grabs it, but catches herself, taking a potholder first. Delicious noms~! ]

[Ward's smile is considerably more genuine]

Now you wait for it to cool a bit.

...We'll get you some garlic.

[ Clementine sighs! ]

I hate waiting.

[ Still she closed the oven door and turned it off, resisting the urge to pick at the potato. It just smelled SO good. Hot food was such a blessed godsend and ... is something boiling over? Oh whoops, stew! Forgot to stir it! ]

Gotta always be aware of your situation Kiddo.

[He's gathering supplies through his own kitchen]

[ Thats normally the last thing anyone has to tell her. ]

It's safe enough. [ She'd be more aware of her surroundings when she was outsie. But she quickly stirs the stew until it calms down some, turning the heat down a little. ]

I think it's okay.

It's not okay until you try that first bite.

[ Taste wasn't that important. She's had to eat stuff that tasted horrible, just so that she had something to eat. However she wasn't going to point -that- out. It seemed inexcusably rude. ]

I bet it'll be fine. You were showing me what to do.

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TW: animal injury.

Poor puppeh

Buddy the dog is a sad sad sad story.

A moment of silence for Buddy the Dog.

For reals man.

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