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[ohmydarlinme]

[ 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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[hydraated]

[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.

Video; Private

[ohmydarlinme]

[ 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..?

TW: animal injury.

[hydraated]

[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.]

Poor puppeh

[ohmydarlinme]

[ 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.

Buddy the dog is a sad sad sad story.

[hydraated]

[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.

A moment of silence for Buddy the Dog.

[ohmydarlinme]

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?

For reals man.

[hydraated]

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

[ohmydarlinme]

[ 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~! ]

[hydraated]

[Ward's smile is considerably more genuine]

Now you wait for it to cool a bit.

...We'll get you some garlic.

[ohmydarlinme]

[ 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! ]

[hydraated]

Gotta always be aware of your situation Kiddo.



[He's gathering supplies through his own kitchen]

[ohmydarlinme]

[ 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.

[hydraated]

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

[ohmydarlinme]

[ 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.

[hydraated]

[Ward knows that feeling too.]

...Faith's sweet kid.

[ohmydarlinme]

You think it won't come out okay?

[ Have more faith in yourself Grant~! ]

[hydraated]

Well no, I mean -

Forget it. [He nods] Try it. I can't wait to see if I remembered those potatoes right.

[ohmydarlinme]

[ She pauses a moment, but doesn't say anything further. Food first. Eagerly she picked up the potato - who cares about utensils, just eat, right? Taking the first bite and chewing thoughtfully. Hrm... HRM... ]

.. It's really good..

[ Holy crap is it good. She couldn't get over the taste of hot food, and she's been here almost over a month already. ]

It's really really good.

[hydraated]

[...It's infecting, that kind of a smile. Whoever this kid is...]

...Well gosh now I really want some.

[ohmydarlinme]

[ Clem had that effect on people. Somehow. ]

I can get another potato from the store, and bring you one with the stew?

[hydraated]

[he can handle it]

I've got garlic for you and some different kinds of cheeses. Also bacon. If you're interested.

[ohmydarlinme]

[ Can he? CAN HE? ]

You have bacon?

[ Wait. He's just going to give her some? ]

... you're just going to let me have some?

[ Why are people nicer here than back home? ]

[hydraated]

[Ward's chest hurts and he can't figure out why.]

...Bacon in these. Is the best.

[ohmydarlinme]

[ Did he eat too much bacon?

Clem's eyes widen slightly, as she glanced down at the potato. Holy crap she can put bacon in this? ]

I love bacon... I haven't had it in .. in over a year. [ TOO long to go without bacon as far as she's concerned. ]

I.. If I go get another potato, can I come and bring you some stew? We can trade, for the garlic and stuff. And the bacon.

[ Can't forget that! ]

[hydraated]

[There's something brittle behind his gaze. Something painful. ...What would I have to do for it?

"Well Ward. What would you like to do?"

He looks away.]

...Trade's a trade. But even if you can't get a potato I'll...take whatever you have on you. Maybe you let me cook you a meal someday.