[IC] Misc. Open Post

[curriculum_fictae]

For various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.

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[hijoperdido]

No? Kinda hard to with my sister's cooking out there. Heals anything. I don't think anyone here's been sick... Ever, actually. Huh. Weird.

[curriculum_fictae]

S. Sorry, did you say your sister’s cooking can heal?

[ But okay, that does make sense, if he’s starving but being healed all the time, [

[hijoperdido]

Oh yeah. Doesn't matter what she cooks, all of it heals you right up. Super helpful.

[curriculum_fictae]

And it doesn’t - er - turn you into a horrible flesh monster?

[ He eyes Bruno’s lack of unusual fleshy appendages. ]

[hijoperdido]

[Yeah, Bruno's kinda giving him a Look.]

No. What? No..

[curriculum_fictae]

Well, good. Sorry. Just checking. That - would definitely happen in my world if there were magical healing food.

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno kinda shakes his head.]

It's not the food that heals, it's her. The fact she's the one cooking it, that's her gift.

[curriculum_fictae]

And. It just does it? There’s no catch?

[hijoperdido]

Right, now you're getting it.

[curriculum_fictae]

Okay. Sure. Magic without drawbacks. That’s fine.

… Why are you living in the walls?

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno hesitates for just a second, before flopping down into that arm chair.]

Ah, you know? Just- My room has all these stairs and it, it wasn't worth the effort going up and down and up and down every single day, just. Easier living back here.

[curriculum_fictae]

…

You lie almost as badly as someone else I know.

[hijoperdido]

It's- It's not a complete lie...

[curriculum_fictae]

No, but it’s a lie in all the ways that count. Isn’t it.

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno looks at him, then looks at a rat perched on the arm chair and shrugs.]</small He's got good eyes.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin sighs a bit. ]

I am still right here, you know.

[hijoperdido]

No, yep, you- You totally are. So where, exactly do you come from?

[curriculum_fictae]

Um. Well. Originally? Manchester.

[hijoperdido]

Uuuhhhhhhh....

[Yeah he's got nothing.]

[curriculum_fictae]

… The UK? Earth?

[hijoperdido]

[He shrugs.]

I've never met anyone from outside the encanto, so....

[curriculum_fictae]

… How old are you?

[hijoperdido]

Eeehhhhh... Was in my thirties when I moved back here. After that, it's - It kinda gets fuzzy? Lose track of the days and all.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Huh. Same age even. ]

That’s. Quite a sheltered life then. It didn’t seem like a very large valley?

[hijoperdido]

[Look he doesn't know he's nearing fifty.]

No, definitely not very big. But you know, we, we get by. It's all okay.