[She really shouldn't be shocked by any of these seeming miracles, considering, but she blinks slow surprise anyway before plucking the apple from Konoha's hand and inspecting it herself.]
Does this work on anything you can think of? You said it only works on raw foods, but is that limited by fruit or vegetable or meat or anything like that?
Does it have to be something that you already know about yourself? [What if they accidentally summon the meat of some kind of creature from another world? Or a plant that was edible for some, but poisonous to others?]
There was a spiced bread at the inn in El Minha, the world Lady Astoria sent us to before Struxta. It was made out of a grain I've never heard of before, on waist-high stalks with maybe a handful of seeds that could be ground down into flour. I wonder...[Well, she can't recall the name of the plant at the moment. Maybe they should save the experiment for later.]
[She'd had those a few times, so she's confident she could imagine all the ingredients that went into them. Red beans... sugar... buckwheat... white wheat... rice...]
I could get the ingredients for those... Do the same ones make bread?
I'm a little more curious about what you might be planning on making. [She confesses with a smile.] But perhaps we could experiment together some other time?
[That seemed much easier than trying to summon ingredients for a food she's not sure of exactly. Not that she isn't willing to try, but she'd hate to get it wrong and disappoint. Setting down her retrieved basket, Konoha starts sorting out the mushrooms and putting them in a small pile, chatting while she worked.]
It's nice to be back here, isn't it? I mean, it would be nicer to be back home, but compared to that Struxta place...
[She feels like she's forgetting something... what was it...]
Really? Thanks- If you could cut these into more bite size pieces...
[Konoha reaches for the knife in her tool belt, pulling it out and setting it on the counter before she gathers and lifts a bunch of leafy mountain vegetables from the basket and sets them down in front of Jing before she goes back to sorting mushrooms, investigating for and rubbing off dirty bits.]
You're the one who organized the festival before, right? Is there going to be another one? Like for the Bon festival or something?
[Very prepared. She approves. She takes up the knife to examine it for a moment, but she handles it with ease, very used to preparing vegetables for consumption.]
Ah, yes, though I had a lot of help with that. I was...considering it, but after our last journey, I don't know how much energy everyone will have to participate.
[Every country girl needs a good tool belt. Knife, hammer, hoof file, rope, flint and tinder...]
Ah...yeah. I guess you're right.
[Her cheery demeanor slips just slightly at the recollection. The Storm she still never did understand how it had happened or how they'd actually stopped it, the cuts on her rump stitched up, the way the poor metal androids had fared... How foreign it all had been.]
I guess the Bon dance would be kind of useless in a place like this anyway...
[No use trying to welcome ancestors home when you're... not home.]
Still- I really liked the last one. It helped me meet a lot of people.
[Her thoughts were trending along the same lines, but there was no point in indulging in melancholy.]
I wouldn't say that. I would hope that our ancestors would still appreciate the gesture, no matter where we - and they - are.
[She finishes cutting the vegetables and puts the knife down. Thoughtfully:] We might not be able to have a full festival, but a small gathering for everyone to meet would still be a good idea, don't you think?
[She has to believe so, because so much of her family had been deprived of their rightful resting places for years, something which had only recently been resolved...]
I do believe that our feelings and thoughtfulness in the offerings can still reach them, somehow.
[Welp.] Anything else I can do to help with the cooking, Miss Konoha?
[It was a good thought. A hopeful thought. Konoha wishes it was true, even if she doesn't know if she believes. Wishes her parents could know that she missed them, that she was alive and not dead in the mountains somewhere. Wishes her birth parents could know that even though they'd been taken by war that she was happy.
But that's a melancholy thought and Konoha smiles instead of letting herself dip down to those thoughts.]
Only if you want to! Didn't you have a package to deliver?
[That had... disappeared into the void???? Geez, magic was still so weird- but she doesn't want to keep the older woman if she had other errands to run.]
[Konoha examines her counter set up for a second, then nods to herself.]
In that case...
[It's time to cook! Konoha has a variety of tasks to assign, a few more foods to magic into existence, but in the end it seems what is happening must be some kind of stew.]
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Still, she can't help but examine the basket and the forage just to be sure before she finishes clopping over to the kitchen counter to set it down.
As weird as she found it still... she supposed it was her turn??? And she'd been planning to do it anyway, so-]
Mine is... uh,
[She frowns in concentration, cupping her hands together flat on the countertop, thinking of apples...
Until one is between her hands, and she holds it up for inspection.]
This.
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Does this work on anything you can think of? You said it only works on raw foods, but is that limited by fruit or vegetable or meat or anything like that?
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[As shocked as she'd been when she first realized she had a power, she had tried to experiment a little since...]
Do you want something in particular? I can try.
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[That's a good question...]
I've only tried with food I've eaten before.
[Mainly because she could picture it pretty well... maybe she could picture something if someone described it?]
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There was a spiced bread at the inn in El Minha, the world Lady Astoria sent us to before Struxta. It was made out of a grain I've never heard of before, on waist-high stalks with maybe a handful of seeds that could be ground down into flour. I wonder...[Well, she can't recall the name of the plant at the moment. Maybe they should save the experiment for later.]
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What's bread?
[... Actually, if she doesn't even know that maybe it's a lost cause.]
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The mun is just making stuff up at this point.Jing is briefly taken aback...]Have you ever had a steamed bun? Mantou? It's a little bit like that.
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The... ones with red bean in them? Like rice cakes but you use buckwheat?
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[She'd had those a few times, so she's confident she could imagine all the ingredients that went into them. Red beans... sugar... buckwheat... white wheat... rice...]
I could get the ingredients for those... Do the same ones make bread?
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[Hmmm...]
Did you want to make "bread"? I was going to make rice balls, but I could get those ingredients, too, if you want.
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[That seemed much easier than trying to summon ingredients for a food she's not sure of exactly. Not that she isn't willing to try, but she'd hate to get it wrong and disappoint. Setting down her retrieved basket, Konoha starts sorting out the mushrooms and putting them in a small pile, chatting while she worked.]
It's nice to be back here, isn't it? I mean, it would be nicer to be back home, but compared to that Struxta place...
[She feels like she's forgetting something... what was it...]
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[She watches Konoha's preparations with interest.] Anything I can help with?
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[Konoha reaches for the knife in her tool belt, pulling it out and setting it on the counter before she gathers and lifts a bunch of leafy mountain vegetables from the basket and sets them down in front of Jing before she goes back to sorting mushrooms, investigating for and rubbing off dirty bits.]
You're the one who organized the festival before, right? Is there going to be another one? Like for the Bon festival or something?
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Ah, yes, though I had a lot of help with that. I was...considering it, but after our last journey, I don't know how much energy everyone will have to participate.
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Ah...yeah. I guess you're right.
[Her cheery demeanor slips just slightly at the recollection. The Storm she still never did understand how it had happened or how they'd actually stopped it, the cuts on her rump stitched up, the way the poor metal androids had fared... How foreign it all had been.]
I guess the Bon dance would be kind of useless in a place like this anyway...
[No use trying to welcome ancestors home when you're... not home.]
Still- I really liked the last one. It helped me meet a lot of people.
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I wouldn't say that. I would hope that our ancestors would still appreciate the gesture, no matter where we - and they - are.
[She finishes cutting the vegetables and puts the knife down. Thoughtfully:] We might not be able to have a full festival, but a small gathering for everyone to meet would still be a good idea, don't you think?
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[Konoha has always associated the bon festival so tightly with home, with her family's graves, that she hadn't really considered anything else.]
I guess making offerings at least...
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I do believe that our feelings and thoughtfulness in the offerings can still reach them, somehow.
[Welp.] Anything else I can do to help with the cooking, Miss Konoha?
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[It was a good thought. A hopeful thought. Konoha wishes it was true, even if she doesn't know if she believes. Wishes her parents could know that she missed them, that she was alive and not dead in the mountains somewhere. Wishes her birth parents could know that even though they'd been taken by war that she was happy.
But that's a melancholy thought and Konoha smiles instead of letting herself dip down to those thoughts.]
Only if you want to! Didn't you have a package to deliver?
[That had... disappeared into the void???? Geez, magic was still so weird- but she doesn't want to keep the older woman if she had other errands to run.]
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[Konoha examines her counter set up for a second, then nods to herself.]
In that case...
[It's time to cook! Konoha has a variety of tasks to assign, a few more foods to magic into existence, but in the end it seems what is happening must be some kind of stew.]
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