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[14thcommander]

It's Hange, Hange, Hange! Were you looking for me? I'll get back to you posthaste. Or when it's convenient.

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[hellfollowedafter]

She duly passes Hange the tea.

"Yeah. Birds got to it not long after, so at least somebody had a good day."

[14thcommander]

"Ha ha! Ha ha ha!"

Why Hange finds that so funny has to remain a mystery. She sucks down her tea and points towards a door.

"Kitchen's in there. Bread is, uhh, it's under a cover on the counter, go grab some slices! We can set the Enclosure to any time of day, so early-morning scavenging is not a problem to arrange."

[hellfollowedafter]

"I guess it's not even really morning," she muses, trying not to feel unmoored. It's all the maze. She gets the bread.

[14thcommander]

"It is not! Time is an illusion." Hange hangs out with Bill too much. She whips greasy, fatty, delicious slices of bacon out onto a handy plate, and slaps in the slices of bread to fry in the grease.

"I'm very excited to build a still, by the way! Self-sufficiency is a great ideal. Including for booze."

[hellfollowedafter]

"I don't drink much and all. My gran would have rapped my knuckles. But it's handy for cuts and such."

[14thcommander]

It doesn't take long to finish off their breakfast: just a nice light crispy frying, yum yum.

"Hehehehe."

Drinking age? We hardly know her!

"Weeeeeeell, it's good not to get too deep into the sauce in general. When I was around your age I drank when I could get it though! How old are you anyway?"

[hellfollowedafter]

"Seventeen." Although she was fourteen when her grandmother was eaten. And gran was stricter on her after her ma ran off at fifteen and got knocked up with Dancy, more than likely; the Flammarions never gave too many shits about the law.

[14thcommander]

"Old enough for a sniff if you want it!"

But Hange won't push it either. She likes to drink and can hit the bottle a little too hard given the chance, but it's irresponsible, in a sense, for a soldier to let their body go to total ruin so... she does take care.

The bread just needs a touch more, and then Hange flips it out too, lightly browned and greasy on both sides. She comes over and joins Dancy at the table.

"Moonshiners at home could do good business. High quality swill is what everybody likes, of course, but can everybody afford it? Of course not! And when you make do, you know..."

[hellfollowedafter]

"Yeah, we sold ours mostly. Especially after my uncles went to the big house." Both because the men didn't drink as much of it, and because they needed the money more without them.