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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Long and meaningful discussions have taken place on the subject of ham.

Yes, ham. Ham and its place in the diet of a growing krakenbaby.

Fortunately, there was plenty of ham in the farmhouse kitchen. But in a post-apocolyptic world, who's to say how long the ham will last? There are the number of pigs to think about, as well as whether a sustainable population can be re-established, and storage (a fridge here, but who's to say whether electricity has survived elsewhere?), and a host of other things.

Well, this is the point... one of the points... one of the many points at which Stephen's motto is: experiment!

A sausage is being dangled curiously into the murky water.

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Will was mentioned very much in passing, and probably not by name, so it takes a second or two to remember, but:

"Yes! Hello. Good to meet you."

Crouching down with a raw sausage in one hand isn't the greatest way to shake hands, but Stephen's going to try it nonetheless, smiling up at Will.

[will_scarlett]

Another blink at the sausage and Steve, who is being nice and his sleeves are pulled down to hide the bandages then Will extends a hand,

"Aye, always good to know folks round 'ere. What are ye feedin'..Spots?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Awkwardly-angled hand-shakes ftw.

"Sausage, at the moment, but I'm trying him with different things." From his pocket he fishes little bits of bacon, chicken, goose, wrapped in clingfilm. "Want to give him some?"

[will_scarlett]

"Um nay, is 'e from the ocean then, didna think was that close?"

Though Will does kneel down to sit, he's been moving all morning, nice to rest for a moment.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"Val helped carry him."

If she's shown Will her powers, that should be all the explanation he needs to give; if not, then he hasn't given anything away that she doesn't want told. Everybody wins!

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, do ye na fly then?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"I have a jetpack," he announces with a good measure of pride.

:D!

[will_scarlett]

"Na sure, I know what one o'those is, but 'elps ye fly?"

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...Steve wants so badly to show off his jetpack right now. And Spots doesn't appear to be around at the moment: he can always come back straight after in time for the next thread down...

He glances at the water, to make sure he hasn't overlooked any maurauding tentacles, and straightens up. (Sorry, Spots. He isn't abandoning you, promise!)

"Come to the bunker and I'll show you it, eh?"

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye."

Jetpacks are new and interesting and much better then a kraken, Will stands up, he's a good bit slower then Steve though.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

As he leads the short distance to the rock building, Stephen wraps the limp little sausage back in its clingfilm and wipes his hands off on his jacket. Hygiene shmygiene!

He also gives Will a rather technobabbly running commentary on how Steve designed and constructed it himself, and how it's solar-powered (and, if Will asks, a breakdown of what this in fact means), and how by the way has he met Gabe? because he's brilliant with this kind of thing, and please look with your eyes and not your hands and there it is, what do you think?

(It's carefully propped on Steve's bed in the manner of a treasured museum piece, and it's shiny.)