TEXT ♡ username: fearnie

[fauned]

( no video this time... or audio, but you can practically hear the grumble and whine of her complaints anyway if you've met her even the once. )

who keeps taking all the PEACHES
i haven't found ONE in six stores and its raining and its cold and i just wanted some peaches and if i fall on my tail one more time i'm taking all of the kiwi and lychee from the next market i see and going home

also if anyone knows where honeybun is please tell him his mother is very disappointed in him
he'll know why

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[petsthedog]

[Water out there isn't his problem tbh. Long as she wipes her hooves and doesn't track in mud he doesn't care.

That said, he does stare for just a few moments too long as she appears in his doorway, very obviously not human. That's a new one for him, even though he knew such people were around.]

Yo.

[He could just take the peanuts and offer the peaches and scuttle back into his antisocial hole, but she probably...wants to play with the dog .... so he steps back and lets her in.]

Peaches're in the fridge, I'll go get Kumo. You can feed him if you want, just not too many at once alright?

[fauned]

( it's ok. she's kind of conceited enough not to take offense to the staring. disheveled as a wet cat as she may be, she STILL thinks she's pretty. )

Hiya!

( don't worry. she knows to clean off her hooves even if she doesn't get all of it. angela gets mad when she tracks mud all over the bookstore. it's definitely not a perfect job of it but there's an Attempt(tm).

catch this one's audacity to start peeking around for said fridge though. she has no problems with making herself at home apparently, )

I dunno if I've introduced myself yet. I'm Fearne, by the way.

[petsthedog]

[The effort's appreciated, at least. He'll have to clean up around the place eventually, anyway.]

Aragaki.

[Someday he'll tell more people his first name, but not today. Shinjiro waits for her to fetch the peaches at first, then steps closer and speaks up when it's clear she is continuing to Investigate. There's nothing particularly exciting there--simply some tupperware containers of leftovers and some fruits and vegetables. He'll need to go shopping again soon.]

Did you want 'em raw or were you lookin' to cook 'em in something?

[fauned]

( snooping around got her nothing super exciting, but it wasn't like she was expecting very much considering it's just a fridge. one never knows, though. she's probably stored some unconventional things in there at some point.

one man's fridge, another man's vault or something.

regardless, peaches in hand, she trots on back. she's already taken a bite out of one. )

I've never tried cooking them before. ( easier, less fuss, less likely to burn with all that sugar. ) What do you usually put them in?

[petsthedog]

[He rolls a shoulder awkwardly. Turns out talking about a hobby he enjoys but finds vaguely embarrassing with someone he doesn't know is uncomfortable! Spoiler alert for Shinjiro Aragaki specifically.]

Just basic stuff. Y'know, sauces, cobbler, pancakes, shit like that.

[fauned]

( her eyes do drift to that shoulder briefly, suddenly thoughtful. it's not hard to clock the embarrassment with such an obvious tell, but she presses on regardless to reach for a hand - all to lift and delicately place the second peach on it. )

Show me one I can help with?

( the audacity is so real with this one. )

[petsthedog]

W-what, now?

[He was so unprepared for this, help. Are you sure you didn't want to play with his dog instead, that seems easier...

After about ten seconds of staring at her like a deer (lol.) in the headlights, he forces himself to shake off his fluster with a sigh and strides over to the counter, setting the peach in a bowl before he goes to fetch a knife and cutting board.

Then, he returns to the fridge, digging around to see if he has any remaining eggs. There's two left in the carton, so he supposes "soon" has now been upgraded to "tomorrow".]

....Alright, pancakes, then. Start by chopping that up. [He points over to the peach by the cutting board.] I'll grab the rest of the stuff.

[fauned]

( of course right now. no time like the present! the pup can have a little after they're done. (probably). as a treat.

but, now that she has some instructions, she does at least trot on over to start preparing this peach. if he noticed that every now and then she steals away a piece of a diced fruit, no she didn't. not too many, anyway. she kind of wants to try what it'd be like cooked down and thrown on a pancake.

.......... not that she's been paying much attention at all to the proportions of how things are thrown together. replicating that later is going to be interesting. )

Do you cook a lot?

[petsthedog]

[He is not particularly fussed with how much peach actually goes in the pancakes, since they're for her anyway, so he doesn't comment on any of the pieces she's spiriting away over there.

He shrugs at the question, cracking an egg into the mixture of flour, baking powder, and sugar. He hands her a whisk, next.]

Every so often, I guess. If you're done with the peach, you wanna stir this whole thing until all the chunks and bumps are smoothed out. Then toss in the peach bits and stir it some more so it's even.