freezerburned | IC Contact for Exsilium

[he gives a little shrug, in the vein of hey, it was worth a shot, despite the fact that he'd never actually expect isaac to cook for him.]

Yeah, I know.

So what's for dinner?

[You just get a little eyeroll for your efforts, Peter.]

I dunno. Jerky? We still have more meat than we know what to do with in the freezer.

I think I brought some piece of...something...up to defrost. And we have eggs if you didn't eat them this morning, and some bread. That's kinda like a meal.

I think three food groups counts as a meal. [Yes, good.] I didn't eat the eggs, either.

[He pauses though.]

We should get something for Scott. I mean, it's his first day here.

Okay. Something like what, though? I don't actually know what he likes.

He's a teenage guy. And not one with a sensitive stomach like you. Basically anything?

Oi, my stomach is just fine like 28 days of the month, thanks.

[but he twists his mouth, thinking.]

Baker will always trade for meat. The produce folks do too, but somehow I'm guessing he won't appreciate the rare and special gift of fruit. Alcohol is lost on you two, I don't really want to introduce him to the folks downstairs, too much to explain...

...cheese? Melty sandwiches are the best kind of sandwiches.

[Isaac nods, sort of following the train of thought at any rate.]

I can make grilled cheese.

Okay, cheese and butter then. Very doable. Butcher knows me pretty good now, think he'll probably let me pay him tomorrow.

...do we get cheese and butter from the butcher?

[This is news to him.]

Yep. Guy who sells the meat has the milk-making animals. Or access to them. Whatever. Anyway, he sells milk and cheese and butter.

Oh. Cool.

[Isaac, who is perpetually broke, doesn't really know much about the money system around here. Peter generally takes care of that, scary as that may sound.]

Let me know when you take off, though?

You want it for dinner, I'll head there now and see if I can catch him and he'll spot me. It's not real far.

[He nods, in that case.]

I'll meet you back at home?

Yeah. Half hour, forty-five minutes max.

[he bumps isaac's shoulder lightly with his own.]

Sounds good, yeah.

[Isaac smiles at that, looks up toward Peter, meets his eyes. They don't have to talk about it- it doesn't have to be a thing. Even if he is a little embarrassed and concerned about what Peter might think or do... Isaac trusts that Peter won't bring it up until they're both in a better place to deal with it.

The butcher is off down the street though, so he pauses where the road forks and grins, reaching out to quickly steal Peter's snow-sodden hat, jamming it onto his own head.]

I have collateral now to make sure.

[peter makes a comically surprised face and a belated and ineffectual grab for his hat, laughing as he walks backwards down the road, pointing at isaac.]

Thief! I know where you live.

[he points two fingers at his own eyes, and then one at isaac. i'm watching you.]

Oh man. I'll be sure to lock my doors at night.

[But Isaac already has his back turned, and is laughing as he moves down the road.]

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