[video&action]

[cobbledtogether]

[After a ending her conversation with Kris, Lambda set out on a quest. A quest... to learn to make beef stew. This means that today she can be found doing various things centered around this particular task.]


A. Video
[When she appears on the Vine, Lambda is already dressed for going out, which in her case mostly means that she is in full armor. She doesn't waste time before cutting right to the heart of the matter.]

I require information on the preparation of beef stew.

[She doesn't know anyone to ask in particular, and she hadn't wanted to waste time hunting someone down, so this seemed like the most efficient course of action.]


B. Action
[A while later, she can be found in Orchard, carrying a large basket. (It's hard to say where she got this from; maybe she constructed it out of the dirt herself?) Whenever she comes to a vegetable patch, she stops and crouches down, picking and digging up a fair amount of just about everything she comes across. She's not certain what vegetables go well with beef, so she's just grabbing some of everything instead.]

[Also of note is the fact that what seems to be a living radish pokes its head out of the basket every so often. Perhaps its appetite is the reason the basket never seems to actually fill up...]


C. Action
[Finally, having collected all the vegetables she needs, she sets out with a fresh basket and no Hoppip to find the "Arena" Kris had mentioned. She can be encountered either wandering near and far in an attempt to locate the place or actually there, looking through the meat that has been laid out by the bears. Where did they leave the beef, now...?]

Comments

[cobbledtogether]

[Unfortunately for everyone involved, Lambda doesn't know enough about food to be dubious about much of Laura's explanation. Hopefully Claire's recipe will be enough to counteract that, but...]

...Rocks are not fit for human consumption.

[almost_adopted]

[She huffs and rolls her eyes again] It's not to eat, dummy! It makes it taste better.

You should get a really big one, so it's really good soup. [Bigger: clearly better]

[cobbledtogether]

Stone... enhances the flavor...?

[She seems to be thinking really hard about this. That, or searching her databanks for information on culinary uses of stone, but for her that's not especially different.]

[almost_adopted]

It was in a book. [This makes it true.]

[cobbledtogether]

A book? [Sadly, Lambda would probably agree with that line of thought.]

[almost_adopted]

Yeah, about making soup.

[Or about convincing people to all work together, but that lesson went straight over Laura's head.]

[cobbledtogether]

[Oh, well, in that case.]

...Understood.

[almost_adopted]

And make sure not to put any peas in.

[cobbledtogether]

...? Why not?

[Do peas clash with the stone taste, Laura?]

[almost_adopted]

Because they're gross. [DUH, robot lady!]

[cobbledtogether]

[That's not a very persuasive argument when you're speaking to someone with little to no concept of eating for taste.]

But their nutritional value is high.

[almost_adopted]

They're still gross!

[cobbledtogether]

Nutrition should be prioritized.

[She doesn't sound particularly insistent, but her voice is very certain.]

[almost_adopted]

Then nobody's gonna eat it and it'll get all gross and moldy and you'll hafta throw it out.

[NOBODY likes peas. NOBODY. Ever.]

[cobbledtogether]

I will eat it.

[almost_adopted]

ewwwwwwww!

I'd rather eat worms.

[cobbledtogether]

[Lambda seems a little taken aback by how vehemently Laura dislikes peas. Then again, she couldn't remember ever being a child, and even if she had been able to she was likely never allowed to be so discerning about what she ate. However, seeing as worms are also pretty nutritious and consumed in some parts of the world—]

I should include earthworms in the stew?

[almost_adopted]

[There is no way she can resist that opening.]

Yeah! And you gotta put in some grass, too.

[cobbledtogether]

[Laura, you're a jerk.]

Grass...?

[almost_adopted]

[The jerkinest!]

Yeah. To go with the worms. It'll make a really good flavor.

[cobbledtogether]

...Understood.

[She still seems puzzled, in as much as it's possible to tell what she's feeling at all with that big ol' visor in her face, but...]

[almost_adopted]

Well, bye!

[And she scampers off, sniggering to herself. She does not bother to turn the mirror off.]