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[followmycords]

Kristine still wasn't sure if the Island was some kind of cosmic punishment for all the unkind thoughts she'd had for her crewmembers back on the alternate Starbug, but she was trying to make the best of it. The IPD took up some of her time, which meant there wasn't quite as much of it available in which to sit around feeling sorry for herself,

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[polly_okeefe]

I came up to Kristine, holding two slices of bread. "Can I borrow some of that peanut butter?"

[followmycords]

"Sure. But it's crunchy," Kristine warned, handing over the jar, actually sort of relieved she might not have to eat any of it. Of course, that meant getting up to go and look for something else to eat, which she did.

[polly_okeefe]

"I like crunchy," I said. "There's more bread," I called over my shoulder as she went back to the refrigerator. "I didn't mean to hog it. I was just looking for a bread knife."

When she came back, I added, "How have you been?"

[followmycords]

"Not a big crunchy fan, especially when it's cold," Kristine replied, spotting a can of diced peaches in the cupboard she was rummaging through and taking it out. It wasn't cold, but it would have to do.

If she could find a can opener.

"I've been fine," she said as she rattled the contents of a drawer. "Why would anyone keep crunchy peanut butter in the fridge, anyway? You'd just end up with globs of frozen half-macerated peanut paste that's impossible to spread over anything short of concrete. And even then you'd have to drop it from a height."

[no_curry]

He'd been feeling better since he'd found the guitar. Being able to flex his creative muscle, and working with the jukebox whenever he felt inclined helped to quell the lack of curry on the island. He was even working on a new song for the island.

He was just lugging the guitar back into the rec room, and made a pit stop in the kitchen to grab a bite to eat first. He spotted Krissy almost immediately. Whether she was willing to talk to him or not was questionable, but it'd been quite some time since the whole fiasco thing.

"The Island dropped off me guitar." That was as good a greeting as any.

[followmycords]

"As kindling, I hope," Kristine said without looking around. She began unscrewing the peanut butter jar lid, which was stuck fast and stubbornly, forcing her to put a bit of elbow into it. It didn't mind. It meant she could pretend the lid was Lister's neck while she wrung the hell out of it.

[no_curry]

Really, he'd heard every jab that would ever be made in regards to his guitar. It was practically obligatory at this point He'd even made a few himself. Only under extreme duress, of course, and none of which Krissy need ever learn about.

Still, now probably wasn't the time to mention he'd been rewriting a song about kindling things.

"D'you need any help with that?"

[followmycords]

"No," Kristine sighed, giving up. She slid the jar across the table towards Lister. "You have it. It's almost as cold as your favourite salad cream. If Kryten were here, he'd be proud of whoever puts this stuff in the fridge." Her tone of voice indicated exactly how she felt about that, and it wasn't warm and fuzzy.

[yoursarahjane]

Sarah Jane had something of a nose, but really, it was only when there were things she really liked. In this case, it was peanut butter and she had found the woman with the spoon, curious as to the occasion. "You eat it straight?" she asked curiously.

[followmycords]

"I doubt adding bread will improve it," Kristine said, glancing up at the woman. "Either way, I'm going to have frozen, crunchy peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth for God knows how long. Might as well just...get it over with." She waggled the spoon in a resigned manner.

[yoursarahjane]

Sarah Jane couldn't help a mild smile of sympathy in reply to that, wondering what frozen crunchy peanut-butter was meant to be soothing. "Is there a particularly therapeutic reason for the food or is it just one of those favourite foods?" she wondered, never having actually tried it without bread.

[followmycords]

"It was the first thing I grabbed," Kristine admitted. "I couldn't decide what to eat, so I just stood there staring like a recovering alcoholic at an unexpected champagne fountain and wasted who knows how much power. I'll try again later, when my brain isn't the consistency of this paste."

It could take a while.

[2ndtechnician]

As was becoming his habit, Rimmer slipped into the Kitchen for a quick snack when he had a little time to kill. Thus it was that he saw Navigation Officer Kristine Kochanski sit down with an open jar of peanut butter and a spoon. He walked over and gave her a quick but respectful Rimmer Salute.

"Miss Kochanski ma'am! Good to see you. Allow me to congratulate you on becoming a member of the IPD. Also, I would just like to say that your post-patrol reports are top-notch! Everything nice and legible and all sections filled in properly." He sounded more enthusiastic about the forms than anything else.

[followmycords]

Oh, God. Rimmer at his smarmiest. Just what she needed right now, in the way that it wasn't.

"So nice of you to notice, Rimmer," she said dryly. "And how are you finding it?" The man was about as efficient as a duck in a toilet factory. It was only a matter of time before he bungled something beyond recognition.

[2ndtechnician]

"It's extremely rewarding! I know I'm only on the bottom rung at the moment, but before long I'm sure I'll be moving up. Just need something to grab the attention of my superiors. to that end, I've come up with a new system for organizing the post-patrol reports that I think everyone will really go for. First, organize by route, then subdivide by day of the week, personnel, length of patrol..." Rimmer went on for several minutes, detailing a system that started out okay but quickly devolved into an incomprehensible mess.

[followmycords]

Kristine's eyes glazed over fairly early on in the piece, and she began contemplating ways to kill herself with only a spoon and a jar of cold peanut butter. Needless to say, she was going to have to be creative.

Fortunately, the spiel seemed to have come to an end, and Kristine levered herself quickly into the conversation before Rimmer could come up with anything else. "I'd keep it to yourself for now," she said. "You know how these organizations are with change. Maybe in a couple of months you could start dropping hints here and there, but until then...I wouldn't say anything about it. To anyone. Including me."