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[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[ Well she's not getting it for him. He has two arms and two legs and if he wants cheese and beer then he can get them himself.

She wanders inside, the cool air in the house washing over her as she steps in and closes the door behind her. She can hear some rustling in the next room and she peeks in to check on Lodewijk, who is pacing circles knowing that someone is inside with him again.

She heads into the kitchen, rifling through the fridge for his greens and sneaking a few leaves over to his cage, smiling as she feeds them to him through his cage. ]

Don't tell Broer.

[ She says it softly, as if he's in the house with her, giving the rabbit a wink before she heads back inside. She grabs an apron big enough off a hooks and puts it on before filling a tray with a few other things and heads back out... just WAITING for him to say something about her bringing out more than the apron. ]

[But but but it's so nice just laying on the tent floor, breeze coming in... but there's cheese and beer. Damn. He heaves a huge sigh and makes a half-assed attempt at gracefully exiting the tent. Or at least not knocking it down in his fumbling. Whatever.

When she comes out he's nibbling on a piece of cheese, looking much like his rabbit would, shoes and socks kicked off somewhere along the way so that he can feel the grass without getting his hands dirty. He watches her cross the yard, but he's ~~high~~ content enough that he merely tries to peer at what she has, curious.

If it's something dumb he'll bitch. Maybe.]

[ She's got a few things. He said they have sausage and potatoes. She mostly has a bunch of seasonings and herbs and a good skillet, bringing it all back and smiling at him as he sits there nibbling on his cheese. ]

I'm just gonna make a quick skillet dinner with sausage and potatoes. I promise it'll be good.

[Oh, spices. While he looks at a couple of them and basically just sees their worth in Euro, he's sure she knows exactly how to use them. Hell, she probably got annoyed with his spice cabinet and brought them over herself.]

It's always good.

[Nibbling on cheese and wondering why she always says that, over here. He can't talk and eat at once so he's working on the cheese right now, idly watching her.]

[ She also has cleaning supplies and a few other things to prepare the food, letting him sit there and watch her as she gets started, getting the cooktop hot as she slices and dices a sausage and potatoes.

She may be high but she's doing this without any trouble, practiced hands working gracefully through each item, humming absently to herself. ]

[And then he doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to distract her from the knife in her hands, but after a few moments of watching he decides it's getting too dark and shuffles himself half-in the tent to fetch a lantern. On the (short) way back he swings an arm into the cooler to get another beer before he settles down and starts tinkering with the lantern.

Hm, too low if it's on the ground... He leaves the beer and abruptly stands, intent on finding the perfect place to hang it.]

[ She's too busy working on making this food spectacular with what he has to notice what he's doing. That is until there's light going all over the place as he tries to find a place for it.

She glances up at him as she gets the sausage in the skillet to cook, tending to it. ]

There's a hook on that side of the canopy over the tent.

Huh?

[It takes a second of blinking at her for her words to catch up to him, and then he's blinking over at said hook.]

Huh. Damn. [That's more of a half-whistled "I must be high" damn. Maybe a bit of a self-depreciating "how did I miss that" one, too. He mutters thanks and trots over to it, crossing his arms to evaluate the light distribution across their little campsite.]

[ She smiles a little at him, still a little foggy in the head and needing a moment to remember that LOL SHE'S COOKING.

Turns back tot he sausage, moving it around before it can burn before she starts adding a few other things, the potatoes, herbs, spices and seasonings. ]

It's fine for now. Once we get it back in the tent it'll light up the entire thing, right?

Maybe.

[Yeah, he doesn't sound too worried about that, because he's worried over something else:]

Y'can see, right...

[Guess it doesn't matter, because the smell has him slowly creeping closer until he's nearly standing on top of her.]

I can see fine.

[ He's got a lantern shining relatively close and there's still a little light left lingering in the sky. Then she feels him right behind her and she smiles at him. ]

It won't be long.

How long is that...

[Impatient over here. He sinks down by her and tries to snatch some sausage from the skillet like the idiot he is.]

Well everything needs to cook through. So maybe about twent-- h-hey, careful! It's hot!

[Ffft it is - he drops it and scowls at it for being so hot, sticking his fingers into his mouth like a kid.]

[ She flinches a little at his sudden reaction, putting the lid on the skillet to let it cook before she's turning her attention back to him, fingers curled gently on his arm. ]

You okay?

[Just. Sulking and huffy over everything, but yeah, he's totally fine even if he's a big huge baby about it. Still, he doesn't jerk his arm away, which might be progress or it might be that he's enjoying the attention down in there somewhere.]

Mmhmm.

[Fingers are still stuck in his mouth though.]

[ She gives him a helpless sigh when he says he's fine. Honestly, what adult just sticks his hand in a skillet of hot food. ]

You knew it was hot, Broer. You shouldn't have done that. But as long as you're alright...

[A very, very high one. And hungry one. And impatient one. And one who likes to pretend he's immune to shit.]

Yeah...

[But.]

Still hungry.

[Grumble grumble bitch kvetch.]

[ Sounds more like a child to her. ]

You have your beer and cheese. Just snack on that until this is done.

[Get out.]

It takes too long.

It won't take long at all. You're just impatient.

What's wrong with that.

[Huff huff.]

You're the one who burned yourself. Not me.

[Touche.

With a sullen look he folds his hands into his lap and stares at the not-cooking-quickly-enough potatoes. He doesn't have an argument about that...]

Could microwave it.

[Nah, he still does. But mostly it's to aggravate her.]

[ She blinks over at him at the suggestion, looking horrified. ]

Absolutely not! That's NOT cooking. And you said that would be cheating.