“I am watching a episode where the father stole the son inheritance money to open a “burger” restaurant.”
“its interesting, the main character reminds me of how I used to shout.”
“Whoa, talk about a dramatic situation. Stealing money from your own kid to start a bad restaurant. Talk about ridiculous.” The things people will do for their ‘dreams’, they guess.
“Interesting what can bringing back some previous memories. ”
the sounds of Ktichen Nightmares runs in the background and you can heard G#rdon Ramsxy shouting as well. Saying that this food is cr@p.
“Binge watching.”
Nothing like the sounds of kitchen disasters. Wild times.
“Sounds like entertaining stuff. I always wonder if those chefs ever get better. Seems like there’s always an endless variety of bad cooking around to yell at.“
“Not sure I want to remember,” she admitted offhandedly. If the moon made her this sad, hurt this much, did she really want to remember? She shook her head and adjusted herself before looking at the other curiously.
“As you can assume, I don’t remember who you are or how we met….” she frowned, trying to put a name to the other’s face but nothing was coming to mind.
“That..that’s totally fair.” They could get not wanting to remember, especially if the memories came associated with such pain. Goodness knows there are things Saima wished they could forget.
But in the meantime, a ‘new’ introduction was in order. “Ah, right. Well, we have been invited to a party that wasn’t very entertaining so we went to the liquor store and spiked the punch. Things got much more fun after that.”
“The name’s Saima. I’m kind of mythic sort that tends to wander about here and there.“
The question makes them think a bit but they shrug a little bit. “Not really. More of an observation. It’s just a thought I’ve had about things lately.” A slight pause.
“Not even sure what I would request of you. I don’t like being a bother really if it can be avoided.“
“That sounds as fun as it must be. It’s a good feeling to be able to get away from yourself, and come back as a changed person.” A chuckle: “And I’ve been doing well! I’ve said that I’m quite busy, but it is hardly anything I can’t handle. I’m not so busy that I can’t make myself a meal or give a little extra attention to my pets every day, so life has been good. It is an… ordinary kind of good, but that is what makes it special. You ought to come over for dinner sometime, Saima, and be the judge of my home cooking prowess.”
“It’s been incredibly refreshing. And fun. I honestly am so grateful to feel like to come back to a self that I didn’t realize I needed in such a long time.“ They give a little bit of a wistful sigh but are intrigued by what Kshama has been up to.
“Ah well a little busyness does tend to come and go over time for sure. There is something indeed quite special in an ordinary good. Allows for a good contentment. Hm, I’d be glad to come over for dinner – I imagine that your home cooking is quite delicious.“
“Its you again.” Its been a long time…for a human. But in the time span of a god, it is barely a second in comparison. It was…the one who knew materials left and right. Unlike Mercury, he needed the materials for more then complicated spells.
“Indeed – guilty as charged. Figured I’d drop by.” Hopefully, there wasn’t too much harm in it. It’s been both a minute but barely any time at all. That awareness of how little time is in the long run always was a little fun to consider.
“Fair.” It was a reasonable response – especially in the situation the other was clearly in. But at least she wasn’t in immediate distress. So that had to count for something, very little – but something.
“Shame about the moon making you sad. Maybe it’s one of the memories you don’t have at the moment which is associated with it.“ It seemed like a solid idea as to what could be bringing out a somewhat melancholic mood.
“Me? I just remembered meeting you and figured it’d be nice to see you again. Also the night sky is just a way to unwind after the events of the day are through.“
The moments where the world got quiet meant far more to Saima than they could readily express. There was a peacefulness that was often elusive with the world seemingly getting busier and busier. It was part of the reason that they so often retreated to the woods and more isolated places. Although there was still the potential for sound there, it was still often much quieter – much more pleasant to encounter than the buzz of humanity.
So, they appreciated that someone else shared that kind of contentment with a quieter world.
“Incredibly so. I find it easier to just be and exist when it gets quiet. Sometimes you just need that time and space to breathe and not feel so..crammed in by the sound.“
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