[ me, googling sardines: I have no idea what a sardine is but it's smaller than I thought, I was thinking like a foot long trout hanging out of Minato's back pocket ]
Do you know how to cook sardines?
[ He takes the sardine back out and attempts to give it to Lea again. ]
The pockets aren't the issue! [ a beat ] Well, no, they kinda are, but-- how long have you kept that fish in there, huh? You can't just carry uncooked meat around in your pockets! That stuff has to stay fresh otherwise it goes bad. Got it memorized?
[ except for the fact that he's a bit exasperated, he does not seem too weirded out at having to explain how fridges work to a teen, which is. something? ]
[ Minato holds back saying something about keeping rancid gravy around in his pockets for months before he finally eats it, gets predictably sick, and never learns from it. But he's not in a position to make himself sick here, so he just nods and... puts the fish back in his pocket, tbh ]
It's been a couple hours by now, but I promise I won't eat it. I wouldn't be able to fit more than one or two in my pockets after Vally and I fish more up, so you don't have to worry about that either.
[ Those fish will either be swallowed whole by Valvatorez, or properly refrigerated, promise. ]
[ ...Another good idea Minato would never have thought of by himself. He was going to bury this fish underneath an apple tree to use as fertilizer, if all else failed. ]
I'll do that. What about you? Are you here to make nets too?
[ Why else would anybody be in a closet like this if not to steal sewing supplies for the sake of fashioning fishing nets? He's going to need more space to put the actual net together, so Minato carefully ties a piece of fabric over the mouth of the mug and loops his belt through the handle so he can carry it like that. ]
If you're looking for answers... [ Which, to be fair, should be what Minato prioritizes first, not... this... ] isn't your best bet to look around the shrine?
[ ...Minato looks around for one of those grease pencils used for marking fabric, and goes ahead and writes "BAG" on the back of his hand. He is absolutely going to make something to carry all his Garbage, thanks.
He also writes "FISH --> FRIDGE" and "EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY" and needs arm space to do so, but it's there, documented on his arm. ]
Got it. Looking around here... [ He cants his head towards a rack of coats. ] Like looking in each pocket to see what's there?
[ A notebook........... Yes, this makes sense. He writes "NOTEBOOK" on his arm and rolls down the sleeve. ]
We need to check every nook and cranny, right? Answers aren't always obvious, and they can be hidden in plain sight. Here... I'll take the left, and you take the right.
[ Just sort of pat along each article of clothing, not even sure what he's looking for, a waste of time. Clothes is clothes is clothes, nothing and everything could be out of place and Minato would not, in fact, know. ]
[ They're terrible decisions but at least Minato will do them safely and responsibly. ]
Mm... It's fine. I want to help. He's not sitting around waiting for me, and I can knit the net together faster, to make up for it.
[ Besides, he's also curious as to what people keep in their pockets— mostly he comes cross lint, and spare buttons in little plastic baggies in case one of them gets lost.
[ axel is considering just napping in between the rows very heavily, even if he's technically the one who started it ]
Oh, yeah, definitely. This whole thing's weird with a capital W. You ever notice how the kitchen appliances aren't always there? It's enough to give anyone the heebie-jeebies.
[ lea is unfortunately used to the concept of existence being ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and does not understand why someone wouldn't immediately go "woah stuff is fading in and out of existence by magic" ]
[ But alright, there's no reason to think about this when they can just go there and see. ]
How about this: we stake out the kitchen some night. Just stare at everything all night and see if anything disappears. Between the two of us, we should be able to keep everything existing.
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Well, I've never cleaned a fish, but you probably shouldn't eat that one. [ he does know this much ] Besides, you can cook sardines whole.
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[ me, googling sardines: I have no idea what a sardine is but it's smaller than I thought, I was thinking like a foot long trout hanging out of Minato's back pocket ]
Do you know how to cook sardines?
[ He takes the sardine back out and attempts to give it to Lea again. ]
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and also MINATO STOP HE DOESN'T WANT THIS OLD SARDINE??? He's taking a step back like it's gonna attack him ]
Seriously, stop trying to cook that fish, it's not fresh anymore. It was in your pocket.
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It's fine, I'll wash it beforehand. These pockets aren't that dirty anyways.
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noooooo ]
The pockets aren't the issue! [ a beat ] Well, no, they kinda are, but-- how long have you kept that fish in there, huh? You can't just carry uncooked meat around in your pockets! That stuff has to stay fresh otherwise it goes bad. Got it memorized?
[ except for the fact that he's a bit exasperated, he does not seem too weirded out at having to explain how fridges work to a teen, which is. something? ]
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It's been a couple hours by now, but I promise I won't eat it. I wouldn't be able to fit more than one or two in my pockets after Vally and I fish more up, so you don't have to worry about that either.
[ Those fish will either be swallowed whole by Valvatorez, or properly refrigerated, promise. ]
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Alright, good. Well, the good news is, you can always use that one as bait if the net gives you issue.
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I'll do that. What about you? Are you here to make nets too?
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[ why is that his first assumption. ]
I'm just looking around. There was all this talk about finding answers, so... I'm looking.
[ a bit of a literal interpretation of that ]
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If you're looking for answers... [ Which, to be fair, should be what Minato prioritizes first, not... this... ] isn't your best bet to look around the shrine?
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[ wait no he shouldn't tell him that Minato will pick up More Garbage ]
Shrine's on the list. But sometimes to find answers you gotta look into every nook and cranny. Got it memorized?
[ kill me. ]
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He also writes "FISH --> FRIDGE" and "EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY" and needs arm space to do so, but it's there, documented on his arm. ]
Got it. Looking around here... [ He cants his head towards a rack of coats. ] Like looking in each pocket to see what's there?
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Maybe get yourself a notebook, while you're at it.
[ PLEASE SAVE THIS CHILD??? Lea scratches the back of his neck. ]
Maybe not... every pocket? But if something looks out of place, you should probably check that out. You know, stuff like that.
[ does he know. does...he... ]
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We need to check every nook and cranny, right? Answers aren't always obvious, and they can be hidden in plain sight. Here... I'll take the left, and you take the right.
[ Just sort of pat along each article of clothing, not even sure what he's looking for, a waste of time. Clothes is clothes is clothes, nothing and everything could be out of place and Minato would not, in fact, know. ]
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yes. almost definitely.
but now he's started this he has to go through, so he does... go to one side ]
Weren't you busy preparing to fish with Vally? You don't hafta help me.
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Mm... It's fine. I want to help. He's not sitting around waiting for me, and I can knit the net together faster, to make up for it.
[ Besides, he's also curious as to what people keep in their pockets— mostly he comes cross lint, and spare buttons in little plastic baggies in case one of them gets lost.
There is, disappointingly, no food. ]
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We prolly won't find anything much in these pockets. These don't look like they're pre-owned.
[ he should just tell minato that he wasn't being serious about These nook and crannies but it's too late now he has to live with it ]
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He finishes up his row, and comes back empty handed. ]
Do you think it's weird there's even clothes here? Food in the kitchen, too. Everything catered to us...
[ He looks up towards one corner of the room, up towards the ceiling. ]
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Oh, yeah, definitely. This whole thing's weird with a capital W. You ever notice how the kitchen appliances aren't always there? It's enough to give anyone the heebie-jeebies.
[ but he sounds super casual about it?? ]
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Maybe there just aren't any coffee makers available. We should be grateful for what we have, probably, instead of expecting everything.
[ Kitchen appliances aren't missing, they just never existed, and that's normal. ]
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That's not what I meant? [ he doesn't even drink coffee? ] Some of the stuff just kinda... appears or disappears depending on when you look.
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Because... other people are in the kitchen and needed it for a minute?
[ What are you trying to tell him here? That there are sticky handed ghosts? ]
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[ lea is unfortunately used to the concept of existence being ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and does not understand why someone wouldn't immediately go "woah stuff is fading in and out of existence by magic" ]
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[ But alright, there's no reason to think about this when they can just go there and see. ]
How about this: we stake out the kitchen some night. Just stare at everything all night and see if anything disappears. Between the two of us, we should be able to keep everything existing.
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[ what has he wrought on himself ]
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