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[prayingone]

["Written"/Accidental Voice]

[Lying on top of the pages of an open journal, are two sheets of paper. One has a recipe for chocolate and the second has a recipe for peanut butter filled chocolate eggs. They appear to have been copied by hand from recipe books in the library; in the margins, there are careful calculations to expand these recipes to

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[xelhes]

[Fenimore has not been having fun with the new electric devices. For the most part, they made her nervous and she tried to ignore them as best she could.

This did not apply to the stove, though. The stove, she just hated.

She sighed as she smelled the by-now familiar smell of something burning. Granted, the specific food was unfamiliar, but she could guess that was its smell when burning. She wandered into the kitchen a couple of moments after she smelled it.]

Are you sure that you can't find the old stove anywhere?

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[prayingone]

[This stove... is an eyesore ಠ_ಠ Shirley is currently at the sink, scrubbing at the pot. At Fenimore's question, she sighs in both exasperation and longing for her functional stove.]

I'm sure... I haven't seen it at all when I've visited the shops. [Which has been... pretty much every day since the changeover.]

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[xelhes]

[That is the result of you holding the stove and smashing it against the floor many times. :| Fenimore leans back against the counter, breathing what was almost half a sigh herself.]

It's been too long to be one of those things they do, huh? [Especially now that she's learned from Senel's disappearance that people get brought to the Malnosso's cells to be experimented on in the more traditional sense, she refuses to call the village-wide events "experiments." In her mind, the latter were far too silly and harmless to be called that.] I'd rather you punching trees to having to deal with that [She lazily points her thumb in the direction of the stove.] and at least the other one was over in a week.

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[prayingone]

I think it's supposed to be some sort of reward... [Which, truth be told, leaves a sour taste in Shirley's mouth. She does not like the idea of the Malnosso using the villagers in their war against the third party. As such, she's frowning at the pot that she's scrubbing.] I don't think it's going to go away...

[It's the wrong time of month for an experiment anyway.]

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[xelhes]

[It takes Fenimore a moment to reply, because she's not happy about the war, either.]

I won't complain if they give us the elec-ricity that keeps houses at springtime heat in the winter. But I don't think it's worth it.

[Action] (let's just assume that the action is directed at the Malnosso)

[prayingone]

That would be useful... [But if that's the case, what is Walter going to do with all the time he spent chopping firewood?] I suppose it means more to people who had it back home...

[Action] (if only she could)

[xelhes]

I suppose. There were a few people missing it before. [Sort of grumbled:] ...Can't see why.

[Action]

[prayingone]

Maybe it's less confusing when you're more used to it?...

[Action]

[xelhes]

Yeah, but I can't see how this is supposed to be an improvement.

[Action]

[prayingone]

I'm... afraid I can't shed any light on that either...

[Action]

[xelhes]

[Another sigh. It is a sigh-worthy situation.] I guess Walter doesn't know how to build a stove, does he?

[Action]

[prayingone]

We could ask, but... probably not.

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[xelhes]

Well, it's worth a shot. He did build that big building outside of town.

[Action]

[prayingone]

The barracks, you mean?... Well, that's true... But aren't building things out wood and out of metal two different things?

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[xelhes]

[Why must you use logic, Shirley?] Then maybe we should ask around. There are plenty of people around here--why not some kind of...professional stove-builder?

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[prayingone]

[While Shirley's pretty sure there are no "professional stove-builders" in the village, Fenimore's statement reminds her that there are blacksmiths.] ... I wonder if the people who run the smithy could manage it...