"Not too surprising. They live under the sea, which is not a place where most humans spend a whole lot of time!"
And there's a little assumption in there, but she'll leave it up to Dancy to argue, or not. Otherwise Hange chases a strip of bacon around the pan with a fork, and pushes both tea cups across the table in Dancy's general direction.
"Help yourself to tea. Pour me a cup too while you're at it."
One time after a hurricane, I found an octopus thirty feet up in a tree. Stank like anything.
[It'd been pretty cool, though. She pours both cups over-carefully, not sure if there's a special way to do it, if she's even holding the teapot right.]
"And raining fit to flood the chimneys, all going sideways," she adds, nodding, hesitating for just a few seconds before she gives herself a big spoonful of sugar in her tea.
Mostly muddling the bacon around, Hange extends her hand and makes a grabby gesture at Dancy. Bring the tea over plsssss.
"An octopus thirty feet in a tree. Dead, I presume? Poor critter, that must be quite a way to go when you're used to swooshing around in the corals and sea grass... want some bread, kiddo?"
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."
"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."
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?"
"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.
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..."
"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.
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And there's a little assumption in there, but she'll leave it up to Dancy to argue, or not. Otherwise Hange chases a strip of bacon around the pan with a fork, and pushes both tea cups across the table in Dancy's general direction.
"Help yourself to tea. Pour me a cup too while you're at it."
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[It'd been pretty cool, though. She pours both cups over-carefully, not sure if there's a special way to do it, if she's even holding the teapot right.]
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"A hurricane! We don't get those. It's a whirlwind, isn't it? An enormous and destructive whirlwind. Help yourself to sugar."
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"An octopus thirty feet in a tree. Dead, I presume? Poor critter, that must be quite a way to go when you're used to swooshing around in the corals and sea grass... want some bread, kiddo?"
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"Yeah. Birds got to it not long after, so at least somebody had a good day."
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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."
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"I'm very excited to build a still, by the way! Self-sufficiency is a great ideal. Including for booze."
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"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?"
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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..."
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