[ Goes back to chasing the cat around........ sure hope there's nothing breakable in here. Dokja doesn't have more to say to her, but she sure has more to say to him; just raising her voice a bit so it carries into the other room. ]
You should at least learn to cook some basic meals, Doc Jar. Being a freeloader is no good. [ HELLO? ]
[ Dokja has a clear sight of Mordred thanks to their open concept living space, and he has to hold back from chucking a cooking utensil at Mordred to get her to stop chasing the cat.
For now, he pulls open the fridge doors and picks out some tupperware. The sooner Mordred gets fed, the sooner she leaves, he imagines. ]
Oh? You're the one breaking into our home and eating our scraps.
I didn't break into anywhere! [ The way this is what she focuses on... ] And I'm not a worthless mooch like you. I actually have a good reason for needing so much food! Not that it's any of your business!
[ IT'S HIS HOUSE? (Also most people have a good reason for needing food, it's called "not fucking dying of starvation".) ]
Forget it. [ He does not want to think about it. ] Come over here and eat.
[ AND THEN LEAVE... is what he doesn't say out loud. Instead, he ladles some soup into a bowl and slides it across the kitchen island, then goes to recover the toasted bread. ]
[ Mordred comes into the kitchen with the cat tucked under her arm; not overly roughly, just in an obvious 'this person has never been taught how to hold an animal' way. It squirms a bit, but seems mostly resigned to its fate. ]
Yo, Doc Jar. The cat's hungry too. [ Noticing the bowl: ] Don't you know that more meats mean better eats? At least make me a proper stew next time!
If I feed the cat now, I'll have to feed the other four.
[ And he really doesn't want to be dealing with five cats confused but yowling excitedly about an early dinner when he's already got one loud mouth to feed. Anyway, Dokja adds some toast and cheese to a plate and sets it down next to the bowl of soup. ]
There isn't going to be a next time. You're only getting this much because we actually have leftovers.
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You should at least learn to cook some basic meals, Doc Jar. Being a freeloader is no good. [ HELLO? ]
ALL TRISTANS?
For now, he pulls open the fridge doors and picks out some tupperware. The sooner Mordred gets fed, the sooner she leaves, he imagines. ]
Oh? You're the one breaking into our home and eating our scraps.
all tristans.
[ IT'S HIS HOUSE? (Also most people have a good reason for needing food, it's called "not fucking dying of starvation".) ]
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You don't look like you're dying of hunger. Are you planning on going into hibernation?
[ Unruly BEAST that she is... Anyway, Dokja dumps some soup in a pot to reheat it, then pops a few pieces of bread into the toaster. ]
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[ IN HIS HOUSE? BUT ALSO HE REALLY CAN'T TELL. ]
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[ 50:50 on whether she's actually oblivious or intentionally trolling him. This is just what she's like. ]
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Forget it. [ He does not want to think about it. ] Come over here and eat.
[ AND THEN LEAVE... is what he doesn't say out loud. Instead, he ladles some soup into a bowl and slides it across the kitchen island, then goes to recover the toasted bread. ]
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Yo, Doc Jar. The cat's hungry too. [ Noticing the bowl: ] Don't you know that more meats mean better eats? At least make me a proper stew next time!
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[ And he really doesn't want to be dealing with five cats confused but yowling excitedly about an early dinner when he's already got one loud mouth to feed. Anyway, Dokja adds some toast and cheese to a plate and sets it down next to the bowl of soup. ]
There isn't going to be a next time. You're only getting this much because we actually have leftovers.