[She's found out two people were sick and in need of her help, so here she is, hitting up a third, particularly someone who seems like she could use company.]
[Unlike some others, Rey has been relatively unharmed by the sickness. But she sounds too startled by the unexpected conversation to sound particularly healthy.]
[Even Rey can't say she's never known that. After all, her mother was the first person to be in her corner, even if that proved to be a fatal mistake in the end. Faye tended to her for a while when she needed a place to lay low, and her brother looked after her during a... particular rough patch. None of those times occurred in which she was physically ill, though. Just sick in other ways.]
[It's a good thing Rey can't see how Elleru smiles at her brief hesitation. Cute.]
I will be there, Rrey.
[And so she is within fifteen minutes, carrying a bundle wrapped up in what appears to be a towel from the spa. Atop the makeshift package is a vibrant green paper flower. Her smile widens the second she spots Rey, and she beelines over.]
[Rey just hangs up her device with a groan, sliding her hands over her face while she recuperates at the park.
[Not long after, Elleru arrives as well. She's got a... flower? No. No, it's a fake. Weird. Rey stands up when she realizes that the other woman just asked her a question.]
Oh, um. Not really. [Time flies when you sometimes tend to live inside your own head.
[She blinks down at the package.] What's that for?
The meats and vegetables I found in the kitchen. I did not have all for the recipe, so I was made to improvise.
[And unfortunately, like most stews, it isn't very pretty to look at. The smell of it is hot, sharp to the senses. She might have put a few too many peppers in there.]
[So she did have a recipe, at least. That doesn't always account for much, but moments like these it's best to remain impartial first. It's not like she knows Elleru well enough to judge her culinary skills.]
Oh, well. Okay then. [She pauses, glancing around until she notices the plaza nearby. Rey cants her head in that direction.] Just going to go find a seat and... try this out.
[There. She's not necessarily telling Elleru to buzz off, but she doesn't have to stick around and watch Rey eat soup if she doesn't want to. Sounds like she's had other things going on, anyway.]
[Oh, good. Good good good. At least Rey's eaten a little now so she's less likely to start sobbing while in the middle of eating something, but she's still Concerned. People making food for you is supposed to be all important and meaningful, especially when they were thinking about your well-being. Hopefully whatever happens, Elleru won't take offense for any reason or another.]
By all means... [Rey doesn't waste much time fussing over where to sit before she pulls apart the last of the package and takes in another deep breath of the steam, trying to parse what kind of spices might have been thrown into it. There are a lot of things here she's seen that look familiar, but also other things that are... not. And it's a little worrying.]
You have anything, or... want some as well?
[Being the only one eating while the other watches has always been an awkward experience. It's why Rey never bothered to mingle with fellow soldiers on off hours or tried to make companions when she lacked a sense of taste for any of it. Maybe Elleru, given whatever and wherever she really is, doesn't follow the same etiquette that would make that situation rather uncomfortable.]
Oh no, I have had some. I had to make sure it was eatable.
[Or edible. Able to be eaten. She didn't want Rey to find it bland, so she just shoved a lot of peppers in there; unfortunately, her tastes may run a bit hardier than most humans, which is something she absolutely did not consider when loading the dish wish spices.]
[Elleru might not be the most knowledgeable about uprights, but she knows how breathing works just fine, and Rey's reaction isn't... encouraging. Her ears dip, her brow furrowing apologetically.]
[For Rey, it doesn't take much longer for her to compose herself. Her throat is dry and she hasn't had much to eat besides the occasional drink of water to stave off dehydration, so diving right into spicy territory might not be the best plan.]
Nope! No, no no no. Mean, ah, it's fine. Just... [She glances down at the contents of the stew before taking a deep whiff.] Peppers, right? And spices? How much did you put in...?
[There's half a second where Elleru's eyes narrow as she's trying to determine whether or not Rey is lying to her. She'd be insulted if so, as her people value the truth highly, but... she also knows that, perhaps, Rey is trying to avoid hurting her feelings. That is certainly a thing uprights are known to do, and from what she knows, it's not meant out of malice. It is a "white lie." Why it's white, she can't say. Maybe that's something she should ask.
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[audio; un: bearly.bewitched] Nice, clean inbox. It'd be a shame if someone RUINED IT
[She's found out two people were sick and in need of her help, so here she is, hitting up a third, particularly someone who seems like she could use company.]
I have made you something.
OH NO, NOT MY PRISTINE INBOX!!
[Oh, it's just Elleru.
[Hang on, why is she-]
What. Why?
[Unlike some others, Rey has been relatively unharmed by the sickness. But she sounds too startled by the unexpected conversation to sound particularly healthy.]
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[Which she took upon herself to do, apparently.]
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[Way to move the goalposts a little, Rey.]
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[That sounds like a genuine question.]
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[Rey never has to worry about falling ill, but she's well aware that that's not the case for most normal people.
[However, it doesn't seem like everyone here is "normal".]
So, um. You made something? For being sick?
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Yes! To make you better. Is what [nope, not 'uprights'] people do.
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[Even Rey can't say she's never known that. After all, her mother was the first person to be in her corner, even if that proved to be a fatal mistake in the end. Faye tended to her for a while when she needed a place to lay low, and her brother looked after her during a... particular rough patch. None of those times occurred in which she was physically ill, though. Just sick in other ways.]
So what is it?
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[And here's where she waits for Rey to tell her where she is so she can do just that.]
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[It takes Rey a moment to realize that that's what Elleru is waiting for.]
Oh! We can meet at the, um-- [Shit, she still isn't staying in one place right now.] --puh, park?
[Parp? Parp!]
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I will be there, Rrey.
[And so she is within fifteen minutes, carrying a bundle wrapped up in what appears to be a towel from the spa. Atop the makeshift package is a vibrant green paper flower. Her smile widens the second she spots Rey, and she beelines over.]
Did you wait long?
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[Not long after, Elleru arrives as well. She's got a... flower? No. No, it's a fake. Weird. Rey stands up when she realizes that the other woman just asked her a question.]
Oh, um. Not really. [Time flies when you sometimes tend to live inside your own head.
[She blinks down at the package.] What's that for?
[It's not for her, is it? But why.]
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It is why you are here, no?
[She offers it to Rey. It's warm to the touch, and unwrapping it will reveal a small, ceramic pot of what appears to be stew.]
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[Then Rey takes the package. Feels the heat. The weight. The smell. She opens it to discover its warm contents, then looks up at Elleru.]
You, um. Made this?
[Can her cooking skills be trusted?]
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I did! I have been learning so I may start contributing. [As Ami put it.]
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This wasn't entirely necessary, but...
[But she'll take it. Maybe. Rey glances down at the soup, brows raised.]
What's in it?
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[And unfortunately, like most stews, it isn't very pretty to look at. The smell of it is hot, sharp to the senses. She might have put a few too many peppers in there.]
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Oh, well. Okay then. [She pauses, glancing around until she notices the plaza nearby. Rey cants her head in that direction.] Just going to go find a seat and... try this out.
[There. She's not necessarily telling Elleru to buzz off, but she doesn't have to stick around and watch Rey eat soup if she doesn't want to. Sounds like she's had other things going on, anyway.]
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Yes, do. I am eager to hear what you think!
[Maybe too eager.]
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By all means... [Rey doesn't waste much time fussing over where to sit before she pulls apart the last of the package and takes in another deep breath of the steam, trying to parse what kind of spices might have been thrown into it. There are a lot of things here she's seen that look familiar, but also other things that are... not. And it's a little worrying.]
You have anything, or... want some as well?
[Being the only one eating while the other watches has always been an awkward experience. It's why Rey never bothered to mingle with fellow soldiers on off hours or tried to make companions when she lacked a sense of taste for any of it. Maybe Elleru, given whatever and wherever she really is, doesn't follow the same etiquette that would make that situation rather uncomfortable.]
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[Or edible. Able to be eaten. She didn't want Rey to find it bland, so she just shoved a lot of peppers in there; unfortunately, her tastes may run a bit hardier than most humans, which is something she absolutely did not consider when loading the dish wish spices.]
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[On the plus side, Rey is the definition of being "hardier than most humans", so when she takes a first bite of the spicy stew...
[Nothing really happens at first. She just glances to the other woman before she sips the corner of the bowl.
[And then coughs.
[She opens her mouth again, and another fucking cough.]
Well, it-- [wheeze] --it's... er, "eatable".
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It is... too hot?
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Nope! No, no no no. Mean, ah, it's fine. Just... [She glances down at the contents of the stew before taking a deep whiff.] Peppers, right? And spices? How much did you put in...?
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Later, of course.]
All of them?
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