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week one
[After the initial introduction of the Overseers, the Champions were left to their own devices in investigating the part of the ship they have access to to their hearts' content. However, the doors that Blaze Dudely and Rox came through are locked tight and cannot be unlocked via PIP.
On Wednesday morning, the same voice that awakened them the previous morning chirps at them again from their PIPs at 7 am on the dot.
Enjoy your week, Champions.]
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Oh hey, I getcha. Pretty cool, right?
[Eos has had running water for, like, centuries, probably. He leans to one side to glance past her at the room flipped upside-down, then smiles encouragingly.]
Checking out the goods, huh? I wouldn't interrupt the process of discovery, but don't you want anything to eat before you get back to it?
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[Because if she's going to adapt to these changes, she should begin by relying on herself to create a basis. And besides, who has the time to point out everything in someone else's bedroom?
At the mention of food, she blinks, sheepishness creeping onto her expression.]
Is it really that late...? I suppose a break wouldn't hurt...they're serving food in that cafeteria, right?
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[...Oh, wait.]
Those are... uh. Man, I don't even know how to explain freeze-drying and food preservatives. It's, uh, food that's been treated in a way that it doesn't spoil for a really long time, but that makes it taste really crappy? And it's not good for you to eat too much of it, either.
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[Still: good to know that even if it's awful, they have food if they don't get anything hot in the cafeteria.]
What sort of things are they serving? Is...there someone serving it, or cooking it? Neither of those Overseers looked like they would stoop to making meals for us...
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[It's a cafeteria, yo.]
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Is it really easier than cooking the meat by itself?
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[Basically anything quick and filling for people on the move.]
Why didn't they just make soup for us?
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[Not Prompto, though. Prompto watches his portions religiously.]
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Hm...I suppose that's true. I don't think I could get bored of soup very easily, though.
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Yeah? Is it your favorite food or something?
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[She likes soup enough to point it out to Chrom when they're looking for a place in a town to have something to eat - but then bandits were impersonating him, and people thought he was a brigand, you know how it goes.]
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Yeah. I... guess I know what you mean.
[Will he ever be able to enjoy Iggy's cooking again, laughing with the others around the campfire? Dammit, Argentum, snap out of it.]
Well! I really can't cook to save my life, but when we get out of here, maybe the first thing we should do is have a great big cookout to celebrate before we all go on our ways.
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This is really no place to ask.]
A cookout...that might be interesting. I'd like that.
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It'd be fun! We could have a big campfire, sit out under the stars... all that good stuff.
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Though I really hope someone other than me does most of the cooking. I can clean up after.
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I'll help clean up too. The things I'm used to...they're probably too bland for the others' tastes.
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[Prompto, pepper can't fix everyth... well, okay, no, it can, this is my professional opinion as a bachelor.]
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Then, I suppose...so long as I wasn't the only one eating it, I could try to make some. I do know how to make a lot at once.
[It's no Ignis-quality recipeh but it keeps you going after a long march.]
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[Why isn't his title Champion Dork?]
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That actually gets Lucina to laugh softly, a smile edging up the corners of her mouth. It's weird, how here, it feels like she's smiled more than she has in a lifetime, despite the anxiety of the unfamiliar and the overhanging dread of not returning home in time.]
I'll be looking forward to it.