Originally Posted by
grampagen
A small chuckle escaped the gap between the parted lips of the mask. "Soft? Maybe. It's all relative, I'd say."
Once Xia had removed her portions, daringly, Kinu leaned in, and pushed the griddle over the centre of the fire.
"When you stick around one place too long, you start to become that place," she replied, "Hobo? I prefer...self sufficient, fuh-fuh-fuh..."
Then, she lift the bowl of mashed mix over the pan. It was a crude mixture, this batter running over the side of the steel bowl rim in equal measure pale sallow and watery green. Its coating was a most uniniform appearance. Shreds of slaw smelling faintly of stale grass and raw flour. She spread it in a large circle around the surface of the pan, and the surface hissed and steamed.
"But drifter, heh, as much as I'd hate to disagree, I must. That would imply I got no place better to go, when I'm exactly where I need to be."
Next to her, she started rummaging through piles of cans with missing labels. Flat ones, round ones, ringed ones, plain ones, she dug through them, finding one strange mystery meat after the other.
"Ah, the wonders of civilization. No wonder they're so damn fat in here."
All the food you could want, and you didn't even have to catch it first.