Shopping for Food [Very Open]

[lackofdarkwings]

Matt was many things, and budgeting finances was one of them. As such, he found the local equivalent of a No Frills after some searching and had sent people on a mission. Specifically to pick up what they needed, be it clothing, supplies both personal and regular, and devoted a small chunk of money they all set aside to food. Mostly a canned supply

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[just_like_nii]

Fletcher had left Russel to do his own thing, hang out on the beach or something equally relaxing. He deserved it after all this time, after all. Fletcher had taken it upon himself to go shopping for some real food, something they could eat that wasn't just the goop Stacy made.

He was pushing a cart, though his chin barely poked up above the handlebar, carefully calculating the cost of each item he selected; he wasn't a budgeting whiz, but he was well versed in the concept of equivalent exchange, and paying money for goods fell into that area.

Consulting a list he'd put together with Russel's help, he went over what he'd gotten so far -- some cereal, bread, pasta... was there a way to cook pasta on the ship? Oh well, if nothing else they could use the science labs. Something to go on it would be nice, though, but it would have to be non-perishable, and preservatives weren't exactly well-known in his time period. So it was that Fletcher was holding a container of grated parmesan cheese, regarding it suspiciously.

[lackofdarkwings]

Matt paused. Wasn't that one of his shipmates?

Pushing his cart up to Fletcher, he greeted him. "Hey. Looking at cheeses?"

[potentialmonkey]

"Ooh. Parmesan. That should last a pretty long time. Hard cheese generally do." Ron said, being an expert in all cheeses.

He picked up some cayenne pepper, tossing it into his cart. Stacy may have food stores, but they were seriously lacking in seasonings.

[just_like_nii]

Hearing the voice, Fletcher looked up. He recognized the two men from the Obs Deck as they'd landed on the planet, but they'd never actually spoken. He smiled sheepishly.

"Is that what it is? I've never had this kind before. Is that why it doesn't have to stay cold?" Well, that was convenient, then. He didn't know whether there was anything suited for refrigeration anywhere on the ship.

[thexanwhosees]

Xander was on a special hunt. Basically for twinkies, chips, donuts. Or whatever was the local equivalent. Because he had been *craving* snack food for ages. He had enough maturity and practicality to get some real food.

It's just the balance was tipping more to the snack food, and hey, at least it's filled with so many preservatives that it'll last a long time on the ship.

[lackofdarkwings]

Matt turned the corner and nearly ran into Xander for a moment, backing up. "Oh sorry man," he said with a little grin. "Didn't see you around the corner."

[thexanwhosees]

Xander just quickly retrieved a large bag of chips that had fallen.

"No problem, man. Easily fixed."

[lackofdarkwings]

"Thanks. You're one of the ship guys right? I saw you in the Obs deck. I'm Matt." said Matt.