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cafeteria | lunch time | tuesday | 29 september
After his success with toast last week, Jonas had spent his free time trying his toaster out with a few other things. He'd found that bread worked well but crackers did not. That had been a gigantic mess and Jonas had felt sheepish enough to not touch the toaster for a few days.
But, he'd gotten over that and tried bread again, this time adding peanut butter once the bread had been toaster and packing it for a lunch. So, that's where he was now, prodding experimentally at the sandwich and wondering if he should eat the apple first. The apple was green, something he hadn't seen before but he'd been assured it was ripe.
Food examination and consumption was a lengthy process for Jonas but he enjoyed it. Food was a small but integral part of his memory that he was building.
[cafeteria's open, yep]
But, he'd gotten over that and tried bread again, this time adding peanut butter once the bread had been toaster and packing it for a lunch. So, that's where he was now, prodding experimentally at the sandwich and wondering if he should eat the apple first. The apple was green, something he hadn't seen before but he'd been assured it was ripe.
Food examination and consumption was a lengthy process for Jonas but he enjoyed it. Food was a small but integral part of his memory that he was building.
[cafeteria's open, yep]

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She finally popped the piece of sandwich in her mouth and her eyes widened as it didn't like she'd expected it to. Not that she knew what she'd been expecting. "Strange."
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"Crackers are small," he explained, trying to show her with his hands. "And crumbly. When I heated them, they all crumbled in the toaster."
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"It didn't break the toaster?"
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He shook his head at his forgetfulness but was oddly pleased that, once she reminded him, he could find the memory. "You made some, then?"
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He'd just been too busy trying to figure everything else out, make sure Gabriel didn't die and hide from any little noise that was made.
"I'd offer to show you something but I barely know anything," he said, smiling a little. "You'd be better learning just about anyone else."
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