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02.Apr.13, 02:27 PM
The confusion was multiplying at an exponential scale. Like two bunnies of opposite gender left to breed with one another and their daughters and sons and grandkids in one incestuous multiplying of everything until there was no more space to hold the confusion bunnies and they began to crawl on top of one another, one big mound of innocent, confused bunnies. The idea of that many baffled bunnies made no sense. Oahvakeen's brain couldn't compute it either.
Kathleena had asked 'what'. Oahvakeen stared blankly. Not at her chest or hips but at her face, and then in her general direction.
"What?", was all he could reply. He was just as confused as she was.
"I am?", he paused. "Oh, yeah, I guess I am." They weren't understanding. Clearly, they weren't understanding him. "But I don't know how to cook. I don't get why that bowl is shiny and that one isn't", he pointed towards a bowl that held berries, and then towards a large kettle. "Uhhh... I'm not sure what that is....", he relinquished. "I don't understand any of this except that this room is used for making food. That's all I know. Oh, and I know your names, and that it's a nice day. But that's it. I don't understand anything else in this room. I need to learn how it works and why you do this and that."
Rhaedalyn was a great deal more helpful, and he put his hand to his chin as he listened carefully, his eyes wide with unmasked listening skill. His expression was as if Rhaedalyn was explaining the secrets of the universe.
"Okay, so everything has an order...".
His eyes got caught on a nearby shiny thing. He reached over and picked it up, and turned it in his hands. One end of it was tiny, the other end very wide. It was a shiny metal, and when turned upside down looked like a cylindrical triangle with a tube attached to the tip. When he looked inside it, it made sense that things might be placed in the wide cone that pointed downwards, but it had a hole in the center of it where the tube was.
"Where's this thing come in...", he began to ask, but stopped himself. He flipped it over in his hands again so that it pointed up. He began to place it on top of his head, like a hat, but realized that it couldn't be right either. He sit it down hastily.
"There's so many things, I'm feeling overwhelmed. If I asked about all the things I saw and didn't understand I'd never learn anything....", he pondered his own words, as if considering how to proceed.
"W-w-what?", he blushed at Rhaedalyn's question. "I don't have one...", he tried to watch their faces. He found a retort growing in his brain, plucked it, and spat it out without thinking about it. "I thought one of you would be.", he said, his face blank. It was a joke. An awful joke, and his face wasn't doing a good job of conveying that.
"Do you both have mates?", he asked genuinely.
"I'll have to cook to test out my skills.", he tried to explain. "I'm a metal worker, so I create metal things - like cooking things. Like this.", he picked up a steel ladle, held it to his face, and made a baffled gesture. He set it back down. "My next client wants all new cooking things. She said that they need more and most of the old ones are getting too old. I made her some, but she practically threw them at me and said they were no good. So I have to make good kitchen things. But I don't know anything about the kitchen, and I can't go back with bad kitchen things. So I'll have to test them out before I give them to her."
He looked to both the ladies. "Please don't make me face that woman again. She'll eat me alive. She's scary. And old. And very scary."
Right, sob story, blah, blah, blah. But Oahvakeen wasn't a woman, he didn't want to talk about his problems for comfort - he wanted a solution.
"Please help me. I can make extra kitchen thingie-me-dooders if you help just for you two. I can even put your names in them. I just have to figure out how to cook and use these things. "
He remembered their horror.
"Whatever thing you show me to make, I'll make one for you both. Like a chopped carrot. I'll make one for you both.", that wasn't very appealing now that he thought about it. What, were women some kind of delicate vegetarians now? "Or a meat or a pie or a bread. You can watch me and call me mean names behind my back if you'll just help me with my assignment. I'm terrified of this woman.", his plea was starting to sound like the plot for a cooking show with a horrible screaming perfectionist overseer.
Kathleena had asked 'what'. Oahvakeen stared blankly. Not at her chest or hips but at her face, and then in her general direction.
"What?", was all he could reply. He was just as confused as she was.
"I am?", he paused. "Oh, yeah, I guess I am." They weren't understanding. Clearly, they weren't understanding him. "But I don't know how to cook. I don't get why that bowl is shiny and that one isn't", he pointed towards a bowl that held berries, and then towards a large kettle. "Uhhh... I'm not sure what that is....", he relinquished. "I don't understand any of this except that this room is used for making food. That's all I know. Oh, and I know your names, and that it's a nice day. But that's it. I don't understand anything else in this room. I need to learn how it works and why you do this and that."
Rhaedalyn was a great deal more helpful, and he put his hand to his chin as he listened carefully, his eyes wide with unmasked listening skill. His expression was as if Rhaedalyn was explaining the secrets of the universe.
"Okay, so everything has an order...".
His eyes got caught on a nearby shiny thing. He reached over and picked it up, and turned it in his hands. One end of it was tiny, the other end very wide. It was a shiny metal, and when turned upside down looked like a cylindrical triangle with a tube attached to the tip. When he looked inside it, it made sense that things might be placed in the wide cone that pointed downwards, but it had a hole in the center of it where the tube was.
"Where's this thing come in...", he began to ask, but stopped himself. He flipped it over in his hands again so that it pointed up. He began to place it on top of his head, like a hat, but realized that it couldn't be right either. He sit it down hastily.
"There's so many things, I'm feeling overwhelmed. If I asked about all the things I saw and didn't understand I'd never learn anything....", he pondered his own words, as if considering how to proceed.
"W-w-what?", he blushed at Rhaedalyn's question. "I don't have one...", he tried to watch their faces. He found a retort growing in his brain, plucked it, and spat it out without thinking about it. "I thought one of you would be.", he said, his face blank. It was a joke. An awful joke, and his face wasn't doing a good job of conveying that.
"Do you both have mates?", he asked genuinely.
"I'll have to cook to test out my skills.", he tried to explain. "I'm a metal worker, so I create metal things - like cooking things. Like this.", he picked up a steel ladle, held it to his face, and made a baffled gesture. He set it back down. "My next client wants all new cooking things. She said that they need more and most of the old ones are getting too old. I made her some, but she practically threw them at me and said they were no good. So I have to make good kitchen things. But I don't know anything about the kitchen, and I can't go back with bad kitchen things. So I'll have to test them out before I give them to her."
He looked to both the ladies. "Please don't make me face that woman again. She'll eat me alive. She's scary. And old. And very scary."
Right, sob story, blah, blah, blah. But Oahvakeen wasn't a woman, he didn't want to talk about his problems for comfort - he wanted a solution.
"Please help me. I can make extra kitchen thingie-me-dooders if you help just for you two. I can even put your names in them. I just have to figure out how to cook and use these things. "
He remembered their horror.
"Whatever thing you show me to make, I'll make one for you both. Like a chopped carrot. I'll make one for you both.", that wasn't very appealing now that he thought about it. What, were women some kind of delicate vegetarians now? "Or a meat or a pie or a bread. You can watch me and call me mean names behind my back if you'll just help me with my assignment. I'm terrified of this woman.", his plea was starting to sound like the plot for a cooking show with a horrible screaming perfectionist overseer.
