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[and_dontgetcute]

[Flack is downstairs in the kitchen, cooking. He doesn't really cook all that often, but he was in the mood and figured it might be a nice change of pace. He's got the journal open on the counter next to him, so people can probably smell the peppers and sausage smells coming from the omelet he's making

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[encryptedlock]

[There's a small moan, the kind that comes from someone entirely too used to military food (even after nearly a year in the castle).]

Oh my God that smells awesome.

[and_dontgetcute]

[smirk as he glances over]

Probably smells better than it's gonna taste -- I don't really cook all that often.

[encryptedlock]

Probably more than me, but I can follow a recipe pretty good.

[He glances down at the simple breakfast he has - coffee and a bagel - and sighs.]

Now I feel inadequate.

[and_dontgetcute]

[shrugs]

Hey, I live on that stuff back home. Better than nothin' at all.

[encryptedlock]

[Now he'll go digging around in the fridge for some ham or something to put on it.]

Got by on nothing at all for way too long.

[and_dontgetcute]

[eyebrow raise]

Oh yeah?

[encryptedlock]

Well, half rations, anyway. Didn't always know when we'd be getting more supplies.

[and_dontgetcute]

[nods at that, before turning off the stove and serving up his omelet]

Military?

[encryptedlock]

[He leans back in a chair, his bagel now a bagel sandwich.]

Yep. Been at war most my life.

[and_dontgetcute]

[goes to sit across from him]

That's a shame. What kind of war?

[encryptedlock]

Aliens attacked one of the colonies when I was a kid and they've been trying to wipe us out as a species ever since.

[and_dontgetcute]

[a pause]

Aliens.

[he should have figured because yeah, it was the castle, but still -- even after a year plus, statements like that still managed to surprise him]

[encryptedlock]

Yep. Religious alliance that calls themselves the Covenant. Apparently our existence is some kind of heresy.

[and_dontgetcute]

[blinks]

Wow. Just ... wow. And I thought we had the gold for religious crazies.

[encryptedlock]

Nah. [He takes a bite of his bagel (yes, through his helmet, don't ask).] S'why I don't like organized religion.

[and_dontgetcute]

[shrugs as he starts to cut up the omelet]

Everyone needs somethin' to hold on to. Sometimes faith's all you got left.