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HOUSE #1470
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Re: action;

[badbreak]

[Badou chooses this moment to return from one of the many places of employment he's engaged in, and he's pulling off a yellow apron that clashes horribly with his entire existence when he smells smoke]

[where there's smoke, there's fire, and where there's fire, there's something cool to watch]

[so Badou keeps heading down the street until he comes up short in a pile of flamingo guts, blinking at the spectacle on his lawn]

[at length, he raises a hand (half-encased in a brand new cast, which runs up to below his elbow) at the boy and Carol both]

-- Yo. We havin' a barbecue?

Re: action;

[karlsefni]

[winces from the yelling, nearly dropping the stick he's using to poke at the fire.]

What—what does it look like! [with a pause, he squints to look at badou, somewhat bemused by the yellow apron. and what's that on his arm, some giant woolen armband?] Barbecue??

Re: action;

[whizbangs]

[carol just. doesn't know how to deal with these two kids, so nonchalant about the yard being strewn with entrails and used as a firepit. she pinches the bridge of her nose, hard.]

We have an oven, you know, I -- are those flamingos? Where did you get flamingos?

[then, to badou]

Did you know he had flamingos?

Re: action;

[badbreak]

[the redhead approaches the fire curiously, flamingo guts squishing under his sneakers (that probably wasn't going to come out)]

[surveying the carnage, he squats a few feet from Thorfinn, picking up a stick to poke the fire with]

I dunno if ya could fit all these flamingos in the oven... Did'ja eat any yet? S'it good?

[the latter half is addressed to the viking, of course]

Re: action;

[karlsefni]

Like I know how to work those things, and where else would I get them? [scoffs, picking apart a piece of roasted flamingo with his hands, one that's already been cooked through.] Tastes like bird. [what can he say.]

Re: action;

[whizbangs]

That's why you cut the meat off and oh for god's sake what does it matter.

[said mostly to herself. carol picks her way closer too, taking much more care than badou not to splatter the soles of her shoes. she peers dubiously at the roasting flamingos.

wondering.

because they do smell pretty good.]

No really. Did you hunt them? Is that a thing you do?

Re: action;

[badbreak]

[the redhead supplies, belatedly, more interested in Thorfinn's cooked food]

He's like a potato-fucker from the dino-ages or somethin'. He hunts an' grunts an' doesn't know about daytime talkshows.

[reaching]

[carefully]

[and oh so slowly]

[for a piece of that cooked bird]

[karlsefni]

[and he's giving carol a look like she just proved herself to be too stupid to survive.]

You have no flocks nor crops to harvest and sell, how else can you feed yourself?

[he's gonna let you do that. just this once, badou. but, with a pause:] The hell is a "potato"?

[whizbangs]

[she just gives him the same look straight back. talks real slow like.]

Here in the 21st century, we go to something called the grocery store.

[badbreak]

[Badou mumbles]

You're basically a potato.

[and homfs that piece of flamingo]

Waah, chewy...

[karlsefni]

How convenient. [a retort that's essentially him dropping the subject, letting it slide off—because haha, he doesn't know what a grocery store is. and anyway, it doesn't matter, there are already several dead flamingos being roasted so it's not like there's a point to stopping him. he picks at more flamingo, eating a piece himself.]

It's a bird, what'd you expect.

[badbreak]

I dunno, more like chicken I guess... you ate duck before?

[pokes the fire a bit]

[karlsefni]

A duck's a bird, sure. [chewing,] This's like duck though, gamey.

[badbreak]

Yah duck's okay. I only ever had it with spicy sauce, though...

[chews another piece]

[swallows]

She is right, y'know. Ya don't hafta go hunting if ya don't wanna. An' makin' fires on the front lawn is sorta probably maybe a bad idea.

[badbreak]

I mean why wouldn't ya put it inna trash can?

[karlsefni]

Trash can's [he knows that phrase!!!] tiny, can't cook a buncha bigass birds there.

And it's food, you got a problem with food? Cuz I don't.

[whizbangs]

Could've used a barbecue.

[she is far too curious as she watches badou eat the weird flamingo meat]

[badbreak]

He dunno what that is. [blinks at Carol, chewing flamingo] What, d'ya want some?

[whizbangs]

No? I dunno? Kinda?

[this decision is AGONIZING]

[karlsefni]

Well make your decision fast, either grab some or I'm putting it off the rack.

[whizbangs]

[asjkldsafhslakda

grabs

some

and blows on it to cool it off wow this is a weird new experience.]

It's fine, right? Nobody's feeling poisoned or anything?

[karlsefni]

Poison is for cowards. [also, i'm eating from the same bird what the fuck is wrong with you??]

[badbreak]

[what a cool thing to say]

Why the fuck would it be poisoned? It's just big chicken.

[whizbangs]

That's not what I meant, don't be stupid.

[sniffing at the suspicious chunk of meat now.]

I meant, how do you know flamingo is even safe for humans to eat? There could be natural toxins or something. Or diseases.

[karlsefni]

Tell ya what. I'll let you know if one of us keels over.