[ ooc: ok this is mostly for yuna-homura-mcgillis hijinx BUT IF YOU WANT TO COERCE HIM INTO CARVING JACK O'LANTERNS THEN BY ALL MEANS PLEASE PLEASE ]
[ Whoever first discovered it, word's sufficiently spread as to the non-toxicity of the gourds. Though not assigned to gathering, given the unexpected supply, Gaelio made himself (marginally) useful and helped lug a good number of them back to the base camp. Having a lot of arm and strength (if not super strength) was an advantage.
The lot of them's arranged on a longer counter in one of the kitchens, and he's got the portable light provided by 9S assisting his examintion. Gaelio holds one up to his face alas poor yorick, feeling the heft of a lone pumpkin, the thick skin.
Shakes it a little.
He's adapting to survival, still short on creativity, but debating other uses for it. Coming up short. Shaking maybe not the way to go.
Just food, and he's even less qualified there, but here goes. A logical place to start is with the stem, easy to hold as he cuts with his dagger around it, then tugging it out. A pungent, but pleasant smell wafts, and Gaelio squints inside. Fluid...?
Shakes again.
Somehow manages to splash himself in the eye with the liquid. Yeah, fluid, and less viscous than expected.
As he wipes his eye, he finally glances toward your character, doubt beginning to infect his bland intonation. ]
Am I doing this right?
[ i don't know gaelio stop shaking pumpkins. distract him before he tries to cook or drink it. ]
a CARVE EM UP
[ Whoever first discovered it, word's sufficiently spread as to the non-toxicity of the gourds. Though not assigned to gathering, given the unexpected supply, Gaelio made himself (marginally) useful and helped lug a good number of them back to the base camp. Having a lot of arm and strength (if not super strength) was an advantage.
The lot of them's arranged on a longer counter in one of the kitchens, and he's got the portable light provided by 9S assisting his examintion. Gaelio holds one up to his face
alas poor yorick, feeling the heft of a lone pumpkin, the thick skin.Shakes it a little.
He's adapting to survival, still short on creativity, but debating other uses for it. Coming up short. Shaking maybe not the way to go.
Just food, and he's even less qualified there, but here goes. A logical place to start is with the stem, easy to hold as he cuts with his dagger around it, then tugging it out. A pungent, but pleasant smell wafts, and Gaelio squints inside. Fluid...?
Shakes again.
Somehow manages to splash himself in the eye with the liquid. Yeah, fluid, and less viscous than expected.
As he wipes his eye, he finally glances toward your character, doubt beginning to infect his bland intonation. ]
Am I doing this right?
[ i don't know gaelio stop shaking pumpkins. distract him before he tries to cook or drink it. ]