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Running and sparring aside, Ronon found the island dull and frustrating. He wondered about the Daedelus and the city and the Wraith though he accepted that some version of the team were still there fighting that battle. He wasn't though and it frustrated him. He tried hunting but most of the challenging game had gone when the snow had - except for the dinosaurs a thought he had on hold at least for the time being.
The island fowl weren't challenging at all not even when Ronon limited himself to only using knifes or just one hand - birds generally weren't though and having killed more than he meant to while setting himself increasing level of difficulty, the next thing to do was to prepare and cook them.
There was a kitchen in the compound - but Ronon found himself building a fire in the fire pit and setting two of the plucked birds to roast - the smaller ones he threw in a pot to stew with various island vegetation that he either recognised or determined for himself was edible - some of it was vaguely familiar. He tasted it - it wasn't half bad - he glanced up at the night sky and scowled to find the stars had changed again. Of course by now he expected them to - but it was uncomfortably familiar.
[ooc: Contemplative Ronon and roast fowl or stewed fowl in mostly fruit sauce which is better than you might think on offer in New Atlantis.]
The island fowl weren't challenging at all not even when Ronon limited himself to only using knifes or just one hand - birds generally weren't though and having killed more than he meant to while setting himself increasing level of difficulty, the next thing to do was to prepare and cook them.
There was a kitchen in the compound - but Ronon found himself building a fire in the fire pit and setting two of the plucked birds to roast - the smaller ones he threw in a pot to stew with various island vegetation that he either recognised or determined for himself was edible - some of it was vaguely familiar. He tasted it - it wasn't half bad - he glanced up at the night sky and scowled to find the stars had changed again. Of course by now he expected them to - but it was uncomfortably familiar.
[ooc: Contemplative Ronon and roast fowl or stewed fowl in mostly fruit sauce which is better than you might think on offer in New Atlantis.]