Watership Down

[danskannabis]

Who: Berwald and Kai
When: Tuesday, June 21st, early afternoon
Where: Berwald's shopfront
What: Dinnertime approaches once again, though a few hours early and a 'game' of twenty questions.

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[oxenstierna_b]

Berwald looked up from behind the counter, where he was doing some last paintwork on the set of glasses. If he fired the paint overnight, he'd have them ready by tomorrow. Luckily this one of the days he spent mostly manning the store, so he didn't have anything that couldn't put on hold

[danskannabis]

"Yeah yeah, I'll go make myself right cozy. Put on some tea for us to bide the time." He was familiar with the routine, like a tried and true habit of old. Berwald was normally a stickler to his work and, much like himself, would work far beyond store hours to make certain that any and all projects would be completed in a timely, absolute manner. In days where money was tight and customers clenched tighter to their wallets, any scrap of a dime you could come by was worth its weight in gold

[oxenstierna_b]

"Stew sounds good," Berwald mumbled, going ahead to to pick up the already washed vegetables and taking them and a knife to the wooden table in the other end of the small kitchen. It only seated two, three at a pinch, but he didn't really need more and a bigger table would have made the room feel crowded.

As it was, Berwald had to duck around the gas lamp hanging from the roof, unlighted so far since the windows provided enough light this early. On his way past, he pulled open the one nearest to the iron stove, to keep the kitchen from overheating.

[danskannabis]

Peddling backwards from the pot placed him back near the basket that unearthed all the evening's ingredients, and from within he plucked up the packaged venison, undoing the hastily wrapped cording to free it from it's paper. "How's business treating you today?" He questioned, a familiar way to start their nightly ritual. "Saw you had something going in the hearth when I walked in. Was it for a custom order? Just to sell?"

So as not to bother the other man for use of his kitchen utensils he had prepared the meat before hand, and readily plunked the cubes of meat down into the waiting cold pot that would soon harbor their stew. "Not much for my side today, though Willem did stop in yesterday. Had some jacked up knife that really needed some tender loving care to put it back together. Whoever gave it to him really ought to be taken out and thoroughly set straight for treating a knife that way."