Characters: Fakir, Orlando Content: Fakir thinks Orlando's hungry, and can't resist an animal in need Location: Streets near the Strand 2.0, then moving to Strand apartment Time of day: Evening Warnings: None
Orlando blinked. He'd not really been expecting to run into anyone with it so cold outside, but far be it from him to regret it - especially someone apparently friendly. He paused for a moment, not sure whether he ought to reply. He didn't want to alarm the boy ... but he still wasn't sure how people expected a non-speaking cat to behave, and he certainly didn't want to deceive anyone.
"Why, it's certainly kind of you to offer," he said, "but I shouldn't like to deplete anyone's rations!"
"It's fine. I've been wondering what to do with that chicken." Apparently Fakir was one Manhattan citizen who had no qualms about talking animals. "My roommate and I...don't really eat poultry. Anyway, my place is just over this way."
He straightened and beckoned to the cat, heading right from the alley.
Orlando hesitated. On the one hand, he didn't want to take away from anyone else's food supply at a time like this ... but on the other, that approach meant it had been quite a while since he'd eaten anything that wasn't dubious meat chunks in dubious jelly ...
... He followed Fakir. "If you're really quite sure you have no need for it ..."
"Entirely sure. It'll end up in the trash if you don't eat it." This was a better solution, in Fakir's mind--he really didn't like the idea of wasting food in a place like this where it was so hard to come by, and he couldn't possibly stomach the chicken itself. Since realizing that Ahiru was a duck the idea of eating any sort of poultry did not sit well with him at all.
When they got back to the apartment he fetched the chicken out of the icebox (freezer, he corrected himself mentally) and put it in the oven to thaw out. "I guess it would take a while to cook. Can you eat it raw?"
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"Why, it's certainly kind of you to offer," he said, "but I shouldn't like to deplete anyone's rations!"
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He straightened and beckoned to the cat, heading right from the alley.
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... He followed Fakir. "If you're really quite sure you have no need for it ..."
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When they got back to the apartment he fetched the chicken out of the icebox (freezer, he corrected himself mentally) and put it in the oven to thaw out. "I guess it would take a while to cook. Can you eat it raw?"
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