she used to be a chancer, sparkle in the rain

[buttpunch]

Date & Time: 10/25, afternoon
Location: Cafeteria storage
Characters: Tsubomi Hanasaki & Nanami Kiryuu
Summary: Nanami is being totally helpful (but it's nothing, really).
Warnings: This is another of those "I used Spice Girls Lyrics for the cut text" entries, so nothing.


Tsubomi's lunch break is at a weird hour--she gets into the warehouse early, so she eats around 10, when other people are trailing out of breakfast. It keeps her day going, and it keeps her from needing to jump around people if she's interested in actually cooking something, which sometimes goes a little differently than intended (that is, sometimes it ends in smoke). Today she's just looking to make a salad with the much healthier-looking greens she's been growing in the warehouse, and she has bags of lettuce and tomatoes in each hand as she enters the storage room.

She figures she might as well refresh the stock of lettuce--it kept all right, in the fridge, unlike the tomatoes. It's only when she's looking for a place to set down the bag that she notices she's not alone--and she recognizes that hair.

"Nanami!"

She hasn't seen much of Nanami since their relocation to the moonbase--she wonders what she's doing.

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[tragicomedienne]

Ever since she'd helped bring supplies up to the base, Nanami's been dropping in now and then to see just what's left, what there's more of, how worried they should be while people who are meant or that kind of manual labor are out on missions to get more.

She turns to Tsubomi with the sort of vapid nonrecognition that sometimes prefaces reunions long in coming. She knew her from the first moment, of course, but the disinterest, the gap, is important.

"Oh!" she says after a moment. "Tsubomi! It's been so long; I hardly recognized you! Did you come here for food?" If she's here, she'd better make sure everyone only gets their fair share.

[buttpunch]

Tsubomi smiles, genuinely pleased to see Nanami, though uncertain about the artifice of Nanami's greeting. She doesn't look any different, apron or not, and it hadn't been so long, since Nanami's birthday, even if it felt that way. "Hello, Nanami. I was just dropping off some vegetables, and taking a moment to make a salad."

She hefts the bags. "Are you here for something? I could make you a bowl, if you'd like. It won't be very fancy, but it's better than the protein bars, I think!"

[tragicomedienne]

"You're still growing them?"

Maybe that's a little impressive (at least, Nanami considers the idea). Tsubomi had said something about that, hadn't she, before Nanami had come up on the shuttle to make sure other people were actually bringing supplies.

Greenhouses make her uncomfortable; she would be happy never to think of or go near one again, but if Tsubomi, who's cut out for something like this, is working hard, then she's worth more air than most of the people up here.

"I'm keeping track of what we have in stock," Nanami says, very self-importantly. "We have to check, you know; there are some real pigs out there."

[buttpunch]

Is she still growing them? Tsubomi takes a moment to blink, confused. What else would she do, when her talents are so uniquely suited? What else could she do, when fighting wasn't an option?

She shifts uncertainly, before she speaks. "Yes! Yes, I am. There's equipment to grow them more efficiently, here, so I've been able to expand my garden. When we open the next wing, I'll be able to add some more," she continues, trying to be conversational, as she moves to set the bags down on the counter.

"I think it's very nice of you to keep stock! Otherwise, we could run out of things easier to prepare in a crisis," she continues, as she begins to lift things out of the bags and set them down. "Food stock is easy to lose track of."

She ignores the 'pig' comment; people should have a right to eat when they were hungry, she thinks.

[tragicomedienne]

Not if it just turns out to be an excuse to waste food.

"I'll have something," she says. "Fresh food is going to waste faster." It's blunt, her logic, but hard to dispute. It's all well and good to have things like this, but wouldn't something the froze or dried be better to keep around? "What have you got over there?"

She taps the recording device she's been using with her knuckles. It's much easier to have Tsubomi tell her -- what could easily be teamwork Nanami instead as someone else providing some legwork for her, to make things easier for her in the end.