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sporesprouter) wrote2023-10-29 05:26 pm
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Open Post: Curiosity
Tress is, as she often is, in her workshop. However, what she is doing in her workshop is not even close to her usual activities.
Instead of her usual array of spores and sprouter's gear, she has found some more standard tools which are sitting on the table next to a rubber mat that is holding... a toaster. She secreted one from a kitchen that isn't particularly used. To the side are a couple books from the library as well as her open notebook.
She turns the toaster upside down and starts undoing some screws on the bottom of the case.
After all, the best way to figure something out is often to gain practical knowledge.
Instead of her usual array of spores and sprouter's gear, she has found some more standard tools which are sitting on the table next to a rubber mat that is holding... a toaster. She secreted one from a kitchen that isn't particularly used. To the side are a couple books from the library as well as her open notebook.
She turns the toaster upside down and starts undoing some screws on the bottom of the case.
After all, the best way to figure something out is often to gain practical knowledge.
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That miniature litany delivered, Janet gestures at Tress to start leading her to the kitchen.
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1Thanks, mansion!
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Once they reach a kitchen, Janet stands in front of a pantry and concentrates hard for a second. She's gotten pretty good at coaxing what she wants out of the mansion; maybe it's a magician thing. Good clarity of intent. Or maybe the mansion just likes her.
She flings open the pantry doors and grins. "Perfect." On the counter, she arrays the following: a box of Frosted Flakes, a box of Froot Loops, a box of strawberry Poptarts, a box of Reese's Puffs, and what looks like a grocery store pack of cheap chocolate chip muffins.
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She pops one waffle and one Poptart into the toaster on the counter, then pours Froot Loops and milk into a bowl. "Eat up," she says, tossing in a spoon and holding it out to Tress.
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"Is that supposed to have another flavor beside unsettlingly sweet?"
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Janet assembles Tress a horrible little breakfast feast. A single freezer waffle with butter and maple syrup, a single strawberry Poptart, a bowl of Frosted Flakes, a bowl of Reese's Puffs. She tosses another handful of Froot Loops into her mouth and says, "Ta-da. Bon appetit."
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Janet ducks into the pantry again. Bagels. She digs out a bag of everything bagels, twists one in half, and sticks that in the toaster summarily. "You might like this one better."
Is there a little tiny part of her that feels bad about the star charts thing and is trying to make up for it? No. Why would you ask that?
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