deux + voice/action

[tearmeanewone]

[Voice]

I've-- Oh, wait. Hello Luceti! [Right, she can't just start talking like you do with Voxophones.]

I've recently, this past New Feather cycle, brought two more people into my apartment. Up until now I haven't been... cooking, exactly. [She's been eating whatever she can get ready-made, namely.] Does anyone have any... somewhat simple cooking recipes for two adult men and one slightly smaller girl?

And can someone explain to me how to work the oven...?



[Action]

[Later in the day, Elizabeth ventures out to the grocery store to pick up things for her first cooking adventure! Though it's a trial, even at the store. Elizabeth keeps looking between different things and consulting her journal and looking back at the shelves... and frowning. Because this is all extremely complicated. No wonder this was done for her every day... This would probably take her weeks to figure out.]

Comments

[amonglions]

Yes.

[It's quick and obviously no thought was put into it but he sounds like he means it so...there's that.

He doesn't blame the man for his own choices but Robert was a vehicle in it and he hates the man for that just as much as he hates Comstock and himself for things they've done.]

I think he might be broke.

[What with the talking to himself thing..]

[tearmeanewone]

[Well, Booker was never one to mince words. No dancing around the subject. Elizabeth frowns a little, but accepts the answer easily enough. Things were going to be tense for a while, even if she didn't quite understand why (maybe Booker's just irate about the Lutece twins' very mysterious manner when he himself was very to-the-point?), but it wasn't discouraging. They both seemed to attempt to be civil when she was in the room, at least.]

That's why I offered to let him stay with me, before you came. It's been a couple of weeks, and he's still talking to himself and forgetting he has to eat. [She sighs and looks away from the shelf and back to Booker.] He did give us the schematic so we knew where to get the whistle. I'd feel responsible if anything happened to him.

[amonglions]

[Booker twists like there's something sneaking down his back, cold and slimy. Unlike Elizabeth, he doesn't feel anything towards Robert other than a passive contempt. The man might've helped them when they needed it but from what Booker understood of his own interactions with the man before and listening to the Voxophones...Robert wanted to right his wrongs.

Booker could understand that. It didn't mean he had to forgive the man.

Just as Booker wouldn't allow himself any room for redemption, he wouldn't allow Robert any either. They made their beds, now they had to lie in them and deal with it.]

I suppose. You do what you want with him, but I ain't gonna act like I like the man just 'cause he's taking up space.

[There's way too much food in this store.]

...How the hell are we supposed to make any decisions in here?

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth sighed, but found herself smiling anyway. Booker would be Booker, and if she was being honest with herself she missed Booker being unapologetically Booker.]

Just don't shoot at him? I think it might stick here. [She consults her list again.] Alright, how about we just do spaghetti tonight. That seems simple enough, right? Not too many decisions to make.

[She looks around the aisle.] Just... need to find where the pasta is.