(TEXT, Post Moon Warp)

[bigplace]

Hey, this is Kaidan. I'm trying to start up a community kitchen because I'm tired of eating pancakes every day. [ Laughter behind the screen as he types this. ] And we could all use better meals. Don't get me wrong, the cafeteria does a good job, but... [ Get to the point, Alenko. ]

Point is, if you have meat or vegetables or—God help us—spices, bring them over and I'll cook them for you. I have the equipment and I have water. Made bread and stew as a trial run last night, turned up pretty good.

But it could be better with more ingredients.

Thanks for reading.

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[bufudine]

The only meat available are monsters. If that's not a problem, then I can hunt them for you.

[Though when they had met, there wasn't anything on him to indicate he has a weapon.]

[bigplace]

As long as they're not sentient it's not a problem. Protein is a luxury.

[bufudine]

[About that...]

Some of us suspect they might have once been sentient. Human.

[bigplace]

Oh. [ Well. Hm. The ethical implications of that. ] Yeah, gimme a minute.

[bufudine]

[Serph understands it's a bit of a moral dilemma, but also...]

Some changes don't leave much choice.

[Not that his own need to hunt had come from this place. But he isn't the only one whose diet consists of monsters.]

[bigplace]

Yeah, I know. But you gotta give me a minute here, kind of a hotly debated topic. That I had no idea I was going to smack my face against by making breakfast this morning.

[bufudine]

[ :') But alright. There's no reply while he gives Kaidan the time to wrestle with the dilemma.]

[bigplace]

[ Some time later... ] We don't have a choice. Survival is more important. We'll honor their sacrifice. [ By not fucking up the seasonings. ]

[bufudine]

[Honour, huh? He can't help but think of Lupa and how they'd devoured him at his request... It's worse, eating your allies.]

I understand. I'll hunt something today. If you think our supply is running low later, contact me.

[bigplace]

Will do. And thanks.