[It's too many times. Way too many times. It isn't that he can't cook at all, but one does fall out of habit on a ship where there are so many people better at it...
Yujin, at his desk, rubs his forehead.]
We're two grown men. Surely we can find a simple recipe to follow.
He very almost follows it with if this feels behind, what's it going to feel like when you go home - but realises, just on the brink of committing the thought to text, that it would herald in a conversation he's not sure he actually want to have. Not today.
So instead: ]
Did I ever tell you that I used to be the keeper of a stone that allowed me to manipulate time?
Good question, professor. One might almost think you were a detective of some kind.
[ He's literally never had to think about this before in his life. Impressive! ]
Losing it, I think. I first got my hands on it when every new bit of magic was just as wonderful as the next. That's not as odd a feeling as reaching for something you forgot isn't there anymore.
[ ... which isn't the total deviation from the subject he'd been gunning for at all. ]
[He reads that message over a couple times, thoughtfully mulling over what it means.]
But, manipulating time... I imagine it'd be difficult to lose that sort of ability if you'd grown that accustomed to it. [Before he'd resolved not to change his own regret, it's effectively what he'd wished for, even.] What was it like?
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No you're right it will be that bad.
[WHY IS THIS TOWN LIKE THIS]
If you need any ingredients, I could drop by the store on my way home? Unless you're planning to magic something up.
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[ Wow, and here he was thinking Yujin would sweep heroically to his rescue... ]
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I can't bake. I'm terrible at it. I'll help you, of course, but I won't be in charge of this.
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[ Remind him how many times this week they've had takeout or leftovers from somebody else's dinner party. ]
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Yujin, at his desk, rubs his forehead.]
We're two grown men. Surely we can find a simple recipe to follow.
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[ After all that bullying, Stephen...? ]
Tomorrow's your lucky day. Instead of going crazy with boredom at work, you can entertain yourself with some baking literature.
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Perhaps I'll even find something that doesn't require a gelatin mold.
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I hope you're thrilled by all the future has to offer.
[ Granted, this is not an exact replica of Earth's future, and there are a few incredibly major differences, but. ]
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[He's not even asking for good... just edible. They're definitely not winning any prizes here.]
Truth be told, I think I've been spoiled by the even further future. After Ankata and Ndeira, this place feels a little behind.
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[ Ever ready with a vote of confidence, this one.
He very almost follows it with if this feels behind, what's it going to feel like when you go home - but realises, just on the brink of committing the thought to text, that it would herald in a conversation he's not sure he actually want to have. Not today.
So instead: ]
Did I ever tell you that I used to be the keeper of a stone that allowed me to manipulate time?
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[At this rate, Stephen could tell him anything about his life back home and Yujin would believe it.]
You said 'used to'. Which was stranger? [
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[ He's literally never had to think about this before in his life. Impressive! ]
Losing it, I think. I first got my hands on it when every new bit of magic was just as wonderful as the next. That's not as odd a feeling as reaching for something you forgot isn't there anymore.
[ ... which isn't the total deviation from the subject he'd been gunning for at all. ]
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[He reads that message over a couple times, thoughtfully mulling over what it means.]
But, manipulating time... I imagine it'd be difficult to lose that sort of ability if you'd grown that accustomed to it. [Before he'd resolved not to change his own regret, it's effectively what he'd wished for, even.] What was it like?