:// makin' bacon pancakes, that's what we're gonna make

[holdmyhand]

Who: Luna, Guzma, and whoever wants to stop by Islet 2!
What: THERE IS SOME COOKING GOING ON AND IT PROBABLY IS DELICIOUS
When: Around the 21st of September!
Where: ISLET 2, THE ONLY ISLET WITH A WOOD STOVE
Warnings: DELICIOUS FOOD AHEAD, PLEASE USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION

If you happen to be in the area of the second Islet, where a make-shift hut has become the home of two local pokemon trainers, you may find yourself smelling something amazing. Well, amazing if you enjoy fish. With their new wood-burning stove, Luna and Guzma's cooking game has upped itself tremendously. Rather, Guzma's cooking game has upped itself. Luna has gained a rank in firestarting and firekeeping. It's amazing, living together with a guy like Guzma-- mainly because Luna would never have thought it could happen. But here he is, standing around and cooking fish like he's been doing it for years...probably. Not that Luna knows. Guzma's a pretty outstanding mystery to her in the first place. Weird, kind of spooky. Pretty negative. But everyone knows him, so he's not shy. His pokemon adore him, so he can't be all bad.

It doesn't stop both her pups from being on high guard. Luna'd be lying if she said that there weren't times she was on guard herself-- but having someone who knows where you come from is something that she's decided to not take for granted. Someone with enough knowledge and history to ground her and remind her that home exists...

....somewhere.

Islet #2's hut is...pretty organized, but definitely split into two sides. With the addition of the wood burning stove, the two have tried to insulate their abode with a large tarp, though they still lack a proper roof. There are two strangely hung hammocks on opposite sides-- one of them has a very impressive looking tigershark-skin blanket draped across it invitingly. They seem to be hung by an insect's silken threads, and are very secured to what little they could be fastened to on the worn-down parts of the hut.

On a side of the hut, seashells hang of all types and sizes. They're pretty to look at. There's a small pile of them on the floor, along with a bag that says 'L U N A' in worn letters. There's fur on it-- perhaps someone sleeps here?

For now, this temporary home is fine.

Comments

[yallstupid]

[Guzma leans back a little his eyes narrowing. This guy is odd in his approach - very boisterous, loud, and...in your face. Guzma is much the same, yes, but that's when he's picking fights, not having a normal conversation. He was ready to throw down, eyes snapping to the man's hands and muscles stiffening, before he makes his offer and Guzma balks.]

Huh? [Way to catch him off guard.] Oh, uh...yeah, sure. I guess? But y'all gotta get your own firewood and clean it after y'all use it. I ain't tidying up after you, and chopping no wood for you, man.

M'also gonna need some proper, uh...cookware, eventually. Don't got no pot or nothing.

[seesbosscrotch]

You'll need to do it for your own lessons, so that's quite fair. And for those lessons, you'll of course be able to borrow my pots.

[Oh yes. They say that when the master is ready, the student will appear. Or something like that, but clearly his chance is here and now, practically custom-made for him!]

[yallstupid]

[Ohohoholy shit, this is getting better and better. Guzma straightens up and grins widely. Someone to teach him how to actually prepare a good, hearty meal to keep himself and the brat well fed and healthy?! And free(ish) use of cookware? Abso-fucking-lutely is Guzma going to milk this for all it's worth. Until the moron here gets wiser and asks the Story Teller for his own goddamn stove, of course, but Guzma's not going to suggest that - he's not stupid.]

Bro, you got a deal. [He extends his hand, to seal the deal.]

[seesbosscrotch]

[Maridian, fortunately, is good at handshakes while in armor -- so Guzma need not fear the gauntlet that closes around his hand.] Excellent! I look forward to training you in the Ways.