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Characters: Lambda and OPEN
Date: Monday, October 10th
Summary: Gone Fishing.
Warnings: Should be none! This will be updated if anything comes up.
Notes: Feel free to help Lambda find a more...normal way to fish and/or teach her about other foods and/or help her cook things. ...Or just come and stare at the robot girl. That works too.


[It has been two weeks since Lambda arrived in the Gardens for a second time—and, therefore, two weeks since Norway taught her to make the one and only meal she knows how to prepare. The lack of variety in her diet does not bother her, though. Lambda has no concept of eating for taste, and she does not need to metabolize nutrients in the same way humans do, so even just lutefisk is enough.]

[She is in battle mode as she approaches the small river she has taken to acquiring fish from, but not because there is anything in the Gardens that makes her feel threatened. Rather, this is the only way she knows how to fish. The optic in the center of her visor focuses on the water as she reaches the edge of the stream, her sensors pinpointing the location of the fish easily. It's easy to calculate their trajectory as they flit under the surface of the water, so she extends her arm, and then—]

[—the air seems to open up, an energy blade zipping downward at just the right angle to cleave one of her targets in half. The surface of the water barely splashes from the disturbance.]

[With that done, Lambda leans downward and scoops the bisected animal from the water with her hands. Then, she straightens up again, intending to repeat the process as many times as she has to in order to obtain a satisfactory amount of fish.]

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She glances downward and away from Fang, trying to visualize the object. That description is a little clearer to her, and though she's not entirely sure if she has the right idea, she at least has a better idea of the mechanics of the device. Eventually, she looks back up again and nods once, the movement slow but not hesitant.

At Fang's next words, she tilts her head ever so slightly. "Hobby?" There's a quiet moment while she searches for the meaning of the word—an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation—and then she shakes her head. "No. I am collecting fish for consumption."

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Fang's mouth twitches at the corners at Lambda's answer, the barest hint of a smile. "All right. Are you gonna just eat 'em like that, or do you plan on cooking them? They might taste a little better if you did." She wonders if this person...Pulsework, whatever she is, can even taste things.

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"I have data on the necessary preparation of lutefisk." She doesn't make any comment on Fang's remark about taste. Only being half-machine, she can taste things well enough, but it's not something that she links together with the idea of pleasure. Then again, she rarely thinks of her own enjoyment at all. Having fun is not something included in her directives.

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That's another word Fang's never heard before, and she tilts her head, her amused expression shifting into one of open curiosity. "What's lutefisk? Never heard of it. Where I come from, we put fish in stews or roast it over a fire."

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"Lutefisk is a dish made from dried whitefish prepared with lye in a sequence of treatments." Of course, being Lambda, she doesn't stop with that. Rather, she goes on to describe the recipe she's learned in a little more detail than is absolutely necessary. When she finishes, she pauses again, before noting, "My databanks contain no information on the proper procedure for stewing or roasting fish."

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Fang pulls a face, makes a show of shuddering and running a hand through her hair. "Sounds terrible! People actually eat that?" She spares a glance over to the fish Lambda has collected. "You're missing out, then. Do you want to learn how?"

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Behind her visor, Lambda blinks. "...Yes." She had meant the reply to be a simple answer to Fang's question, but her confusion leaks into her tone of voice nonetheless. She does not understand that reaction. When Fang asks her if she wants to learn, though, she responds with a slow nod. "Yes."

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"Then I'll show you. Got nothin' better to do around this damn place." Fang surveys the area, hums under her breath. "You just stay put, all right? I'm gonna go find what we need to make a fire." And before waiting for a response, she trots off. This has to be the oddest thing she's done in a while, in that it's so ordinary. But the normalcy is somewhat comforting.