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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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!