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( While Tim goes radio silent, Klaus files glass prints and posters and listens to whatever unrecognizable music and playing over the sound system in the gallery.

Tim's next message comes through, the answer to which is once again quite complicated. )

Oh, over the years, really. On different continents. From various people. All around. And did you teach yourself your eggs, grilled cheese and chili in a pinch?

Edited Date: 2020-01-22 05:45 am (UTC)

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[ That's the vaguest answer Tim's ever heard, and he's practically a master of them. The thing is, if Klaus wants to be vague, then Tim can't criticise him otherwise that opens him up to the exact same criticism. Not that he thinks it'd be malicious.

Maybe a little bit, a tiny bit out of spite, Tim decides to share a little more than he maybe would have done otherwise in response. ]

I could barely cook anything until after I got my discharge
Moved in with a couple other vets when I got assigned to the Lexington marshals office and one of em taught me a couple Tex Mex things
I can do basic stuff, boil pasta and rice and make chicken edible, but I'm not really a cook, you know?
Most of my cooking experience is a vomelet in a flameless ration heater which is definitely where the majority of my PTSD can be traced back to

[ Dumb joke hiding nasty truth. ]

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( What is Klaus going to say, over the centuries? )

I can't say I've ever come across the vomelet, though I can say I'm happy I haven't.

I first learned very basic techniques from my mother. Cooking over an open flame. Long after, when I encountered other cultures and other techniques I found intriguing, from some I learned and others I observed. Most were prepared for me. But, I did dabble in most categories with a variety of outcomes. I never did master baking.

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Veggie omelet, but it really earned the portmanteau

My mom used to bake by hand, all kinds of stuff

[ He kind of sent that last bit without thinking, and for a split second afterwards his stomach does a nasty flip like that moment when your rollercoaster cart goes tumbling over the first drop. Reading it back relaxes him; it's not that revealing. No great secret. ]

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An omelet with vegetables then. I did not see that coming, admittedly.

My mother was a practicing baker, cook, harvester and gardener. She was a woman of many talents.

( Of lying. Of witchcraft. Of manipulation. She was twisted and hateful, but somehow deeply loving in her own fucked up way. )

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[ He's quiet again for a little while, but that's only because he's heading off the train and into the supermarket. It's weird, doing something so familiar in such an unfamiliar place, but maybe the weirdest thing is that he's getting used to it. ]

Baking's a kind of science, right?
Everything has to be exact
I'm not much good at it either but I used to like watching my mom

Did yours teach you out of necessity? Or was it just stuff you picked up?

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( Klaus isn’t all too concerned with the lull in conversation. He used to going about his day, tending to his affairs, trying to find a solution to all number of problems. Something he isn’t quite used to in this time. Whole groups aren’t after only him, or his family, including his daughter.

Closing the storage container, he gets a new message. )

Necessity a majority of the time, but in limited instances, she tried teaching me things.

( Specifically, that was witchcraft. But he was half werewolf and wouldn’t have been able to do her spells. She had always wanted him to live his life in the body of a wolf. But at the consequence of his body. )

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Where the hell did you grow up?

[ That's probably a rude question, honestly, but he's curious and he's not really one for schooling his reactions. ]

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Virginia, though there were days it did indeed feel like hell.

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Where'd you get that accent?

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( So astute, Timothy. )

Did your family never relocate? Some might say my accent is vaguely European, but then so are all my siblings. When I was younger we traveled, settled down in Virginia and made that our home.

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[ Vague indeed. ]

I would've thought you'd lose the accent if you moved when you were young but I guess not

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Well, it's not as if I can give you an alternative, or explain any kind of reasoning behind it. But, yes, I did retain my accent from a young age. As did we all.

( He must be gathering what's needed so Klaus begins to shut things down. He's been busying himself long enough in the gallery alone. Besides, he's multitasking. Dancing around truths with Timothy. )

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Sure, but kids growing up in different places sometimes modulate their accent to fit in

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I assure you I never modulated. Sure, a few times I took up the American accent for a lark. I do a bang up Southerner. But, only when completely necessary, or out of sheer boredom.

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OK, I have to hear that

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He even has a name.

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Please share

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Bob.

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Just Bob?

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I used it the once. It was more a ruse than anything. I could give him more though. A last name. Dead wife. Give his story local color.

And how is the expedition coming along? I trust you're finding everything? I won't have to turn my kitchen into the Chopped kitchen, will I?