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You couldn't ever say you got over the love of your life vanishing, but...Lister was doing pretty well, all things considered. It helped to know she was still out there, alive and well. Last time, she'd been dead. This time, she could show up again at any moment.
He was okay about it. In the meantime, he'd get to founding his farm. Next time he saw Krissy, he'd be ready for her.
Logically, the best way to do that, was to lounge about in the kitchen most of the day. It was amazing the sort of scraps people left behind when they were done cookin' their own things. By the time he'd worked up enough of an appetite, there was a complete meal. Or, at least as much of a meal as what passed on the island.
Nothing on the island had any taste--except in the parties they held, not nearly often enough--but it wsa better than space weevil. Thus, Lister was currently spending his afternoon scraping together scraps of food, to see if he could manage a decent boar vindaloo.
It was going about as well as expected.
"Smeg!" Lister brought his sliced thumb up to his mouth to stem the blood flow, and glared at the knife in his other hand.
He was okay about it. In the meantime, he'd get to founding his farm. Next time he saw Krissy, he'd be ready for her.
Logically, the best way to do that, was to lounge about in the kitchen most of the day. It was amazing the sort of scraps people left behind when they were done cookin' their own things. By the time he'd worked up enough of an appetite, there was a complete meal. Or, at least as much of a meal as what passed on the island.
Nothing on the island had any taste--except in the parties they held, not nearly often enough--but it wsa better than space weevil. Thus, Lister was currently spending his afternoon scraping together scraps of food, to see if he could manage a decent boar vindaloo.
It was going about as well as expected.
"Smeg!" Lister brought his sliced thumb up to his mouth to stem the blood flow, and glared at the knife in his other hand.