[ The napkins will do just fine. They have enough area for He Ming to set the fruit firmly down and draw the knife through it in a few motions. The two sections come apart with a twist of the knife, making a satisfying wet unsticking sound. ]
Here we go.
[ He makes a quick second cut to make a bite-sized piece for her. With a grin, he offers it up on the side of the knife. ]
[ with curious eyes, sola watches him and leans forward against the table, resting her elbows along the ledge. it does smell sweet and she wiggles her delicate fingers before taking a piece from the flat edge of the knife. she smiles and lifts it in toast to him before popping it into her mouth bravely.
delightful.
she closes her eyes and smiles, savoring the taste. no itch, no bad reaction. ] This is delectable.
Right? [ He Ming slices some for himself, deft and quick. He takes
his time when he actually eats, taking a small bite at first and then
wiping some juice with the back of his hand from his mouth. ] Like
a plum, kind of. But I don't even know if it has seeds.
[ A bigger piece for Sola is sectioned off and handed over. ]
When it strikes my fancy, I suppose. When we have enough funds to indulge as well.
[ the juice has begun to stain her lips a little and she licks around them happily. ] I thought this would be a little tougher to eat. I can imagine baking this into a sweet pastry as well. [ from the little supply box kept on the table, she retrieves more napkins for the both of them so they can wipe their mouths. ]
There's a tiny space. I barely know how to cook, but it works when we have a moment to actually make something and not have to sustain ourselves with rations.
[ she does her best. they all do. and sola, being more accustomed to the finer things in life, needs a little more flavor in her meals from time to time. ]
Ah. [ she sits back and chuckles. ] Now I wish we had pastries.
I am in charge of inventory here. If you have any questions, please come to me.
[ sola lifts another piece of fruit to her lips before slowly lowering it to the napkin again, tilting her head to the side. ] Do you think we ought to try bakng this into a pastry?
I don't believe we would have anything close to a pie crust on the ship, unfortunately. But – ah.
[ from under the table, sola retrieves her tablet, swiping it on so she can scroll through what they do have on board. ] I think there is some batter we could coat it with and perhaps try frying it. [ she peers over the top of her device. ] Do you think that would work?
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Here we go.
[ He makes a quick second cut to make a bite-sized piece for her. With a grin, he offers it up on the side of the knife. ]
try it!
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delightful.
she closes her eyes and smiles, savoring the taste. no itch, no bad reaction. ] This is delectable.
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Right? [ He Ming slices some for himself, deft and quick. He takes his time when he actually eats, taking a small bite at first and then wiping some juice with the back of his hand from his mouth. ] Like a plum, kind of. But I don't even know if it has seeds.
[ A bigger piece for Sola is sectioned off and handed over. ]
Do you buy random fruit all the time?
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[ the juice has begun to stain her lips a little and she licks around them happily. ] I thought this would be a little tougher to eat. I can imagine baking this into a sweet pastry as well. [ from the little supply box kept on the table, she retrieves more napkins for the both of them so they can wipe their mouths. ]
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Oh, yeah. If it were even softer and sweeter—
[ That would be excellent. Napkins, also excellent. He Ming crumples the one he's used and uses the second to wipe his mouth properly. ]
But I don't know how people cook complicated stuff on the ships when they're traveling. I just eat the rations.
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[ she does her best. they all do. and sola, being more accustomed to the finer things in life, needs a little more flavor in her meals from time to time. ]
Ah. [ she sits back and chuckles. ] Now I wish we had pastries.
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[ Cooking just isn't an instinct He Ming has. But, with a recipe— ]
Since we[]'re stopped now, we could try to make some!
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[ sola lifts another piece of fruit to her lips before slowly lowering it to the napkin again, tilting her head to the side. ] Do you think we ought to try bakng this into a pastry?
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[ There's enough fruit left for something small. It was a big fruit. ]
As mistress of inventory, do you know if we have the supplies for it?
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[ from under the table, sola retrieves her tablet, swiping it on so she can scroll through what they do have on board. ] I think there is some batter we could coat it with and perhaps try frying it. [ she peers over the top of her device. ] Do you think that would work?
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[ The liquid and the oil combining might be dangerous, right? Not that He Ming knows enough to provide an argument either way. ]
But we could try!