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[circumspector]

[ There's a crackle of static, of a radio station getting tuned in and a deep breath. Not a loud one, this one, just tentative brush at whatever is closest. ]

( ... Aoba? Petre? )

[ Well, someone's awake. Tired sounding, but awake and she tries to clear her mind to focus enough to reach out broaden to whoever might be nearby. More direct, a little more present. Nervous always, when she feels disconnected from others. ]

( ... Hello? Anyone nearby? )

[ and for anyone looking for her, she's around the Bearings as she catches up on what she's missed out on, getting herself cleaned up from her extended nap time, and plugging herself back into the nest of machines in the common area. ]

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[circumspector]

[ She feels her feet clear off the floor, swinging loose as she clings tight to him. It feels so good, to be picked up like this, something she lost so long ago that it bubbles happily as she feels his laughter in her hair. Warms all the way down. ]

You know I'm always hungry. [ Him better than anyone has seen her binge her way through whatever was mistakenly left around her. Getting her balance on the ground again she smiles up at him. ] What did you get?

[frakkincylons]

[ there's a hand moved to ruffle through her hair again, part affection part knowing it annoys her, because he would've been a great obnoxious big brother. ]

Uh huh, pretty sure you're hiding a black hole in your stomach. [ a finger pokes her stomach, and sam steps away, waving a hand for her to follow him to the kitchen, as he sets to digging through the fridge of said take out. ] I forgot the name. It's this doughy kind of dumpling thing, in sauce? Kinda tastes like chicken.

[circumspector]

[ and then with the biggest bat of her eyes she looks up at him. Sometimes she knows the entire universe, other times? ]

What's chicken?

[frakkincylons]

[ bless your adorable heart, child. ] This dumb flightless farm bird that tastes fantastic.

[ as if that's all she really needs to know, he sets about shoveling the leftovers onto a plate, and sticks it into the scifi microwave to heat, setting it out in front of her once it's done. ] Try it.

[circumspector]

[ She -- doesn't get it really, but she's too busy stuffing her face the second there's food in front of her. One mouthful after another. Not inhaling it, but a steady pattern of just eating. She's always so hungry - thanks for nothing siren abilities. It's still nowhere near as good a pick me up as eridium, but it went alright. But if there was proof needed that she likes it, well, it's on the quickly emptying plate. ]

Does it have claws to make up for not being able to fly? Or some kind of acid attack or something like that?

[ what's this about nonpredatory animals, she does not understand. ]

[frakkincylons]

[ there's nothing wrong with a healthy appreciation for food and stuffing it in one's face. sam's had to eat like a 6'3" pro sports team captain for years, he gets it, eating is wonderful. so there's just a small smile as he leans on the opposite side of the counter, watching her feast. ]

Nooo, not really. No acid attack either. Just a dumb bird that makes great food. Shitty life for chickens, huh?

[circumspector]

[ She's clearly trying to muddle out what he means as she keeps stuffing her face. Another thoughtful bite, swallowing it in a gulp before picking up another one. ]

Well - is its prey more helpless than it is?

[frakkincylons]

[ he’s so grateful to have her back, the couch command center had been so lonely, and after talking about her father, sam had hoped so much that she could find a better life here. So he can’t manage to stop smiling as she munches away and asks about chickens like they ought to be raptors. ]

Well, uh, it’s prey is grains and sometimes bugs, so. Yeah, pretty much.

[circumspector]

[ Oblivious, she just keeps on eating. She squints at him like she doesn't quite process what he's saying about this strange made up animal that's apparently - ]

It's a herbivore?

[ that sounds fake, Sam. She doesn't believe you. ]

[frakkincylons]

[ this is adorable. probably should be more concerning than it is, but no, it's adorable. ]

I think? Not too sure, I never raised chickens.

[circumspector]

[ it takes her a second, munching on it slowly. ]

Oh, well I guess if they've developed against acids and poisons and slag and... fire... and whatever else plant life developed?

[ and then she starts to giggle, bring her hands up to her mouth. Bubbling up underneath her skin. ]

If it tried to eat a fire melon, you definitely wouldn't have to worry about cooking it I guess.

[frakkincylons]

Gods, what kinda killer plants do you have in Pandora?

[ Sam shakes his head, but in good natured incredulity. Honestly, he’s impressed she survived in a place like that. That anyone did. ]

Acid, poison, fire melon… The plants are a lot more tame where I’m from. You know, boring old grass. Just sits there. Being grassy.

[circumspector]

[ she keeps giggling, shaking her head briefly as she gets it under control. ] We do have some grass, but trust me the fact everything is a carnivore... tells you about as much as you need to know.

[ she takes a moment then, thinking about it as she gets more food to shove in her face. ] Oh and there are some mushrooms? I guess you could eat those. But I definitely recommend boiling them first. There's a type of skag that throws up a highly acidic bile? So best to make... sure.