[ She sounds slightly scandalised by this. Who even bothers making terrible sugar? Why would anyone? Dieting fads exist everywhere, but she doesn't watch television here, and she doesn't have a concept of cutting sugars out of a diet when she's never had the opportunity to have too many in her diet in the first place.
Meaning she gives an outright distrustful look of these coloured packages, turning her head away and walking on. Fake sugar? No, never that. ]
[ She still looks somewhat confused--who would torture themselves with fake surgar?--but diabetes isn't an issue she knows about, and diets are again different, so...
Huh. One more strange thing about this place amoung many. ]
At least that's dependable.
[ She says, as they make it past the sugars to the jars and containers of honey. There's... way more than Annie expects. Honey listed as being optimal for attracting pokemon, honey from specific flowers, from specific regions, honey in small ursa shaped containers, honey in cutie-fly decorated containers, honey in sticks, honey in large containers. ]
I had no idea honey came in so many flavours.
[ It would be paralysing if she was trying to pick out something to use for tea, but she redirects her attention to the larger containers, knowing how much honey she's going to need. It makes it much less overwhelming to crouch down and check costs on the biggest containers they have. ]
[At least it's likely that the larger the bottle of honey, the less variety there is - flavored ones are likely specialty, and Thida usually ignores that sort of thing.
She crouches down to look at the lower shelves, comparing the amounts to the prices with the eye of someone who does so on the regular.]
...Think...this one's cheapest? Most for least. [It's a goddamn 72oz jug of honey.]
[ she moves down the aisle, toward where it turns out the baking supplies are, as Thida said. It takes searching the shelves to find any yeast, and when she finds the individual packets, time to read labels. ]
[ Annie blinks, looking at Thida. She's right, there really is, but Annie's never thought about it that way before. ]
There is, yes. Hopefully the kind of science I won't suck at.
[ To put it succinctly. She picks out what looks like the most likely yeast for what she's planning on doing, then lifts her head to stare in the general direction of the fresh fruits. ]
I keep wondering. Have you seen anyone growing the berries we eat here?
[ A prelude to moving back up the aisle and making the walk toward where the produce and fruits will eventually be found. ]
[School science had a lot of guidelines and rules and directions, while this was a lot more...actual experimentation. They quite literally are doing this with little idea of how they might succeed.]
People berries? No...jus' find Pokemon berries outside. 'N they make juice from th'apricorn things...maybe there's greenhouses somewhere.
... Can't we just plant the berries here somewhere and see what grows?
[ Annie has clearly never gardened in her life, but she assumes that's??? Something that happens naturally when animals eat berries and poop elsewhere??? Is this not how berries spawn?
The apricorn knowledge is one she hums along to, trying to imagine what other things they juice. ]
Greenhouses would make sense. Or regions where the winters are mild being responsible for most the growing.
[ annie resists saying, "of course," since fall leading into winter isn't a growing season back home either, but it's obvious they're both aware of that, so instead she says nothing. looking over the fruits on display does make her wonder on the other hand.
do berries usually come this late in the season? the fruits with hardier exteriors make more sense to her at a glance, but... ]
What berries should we use?
[ There are... seven varieties. What in the world. ]
[ It's as sensible an answer as she could like, and Annie nods once, eyes skimming the costs of berries per pound. A rounded, golden berry almost like a raspberry and one that looked like a blueberry, only smaller, and listed as being more tart.
Scooping about a half pound of each into baggies, twisting the tops closed, she places those into her basket. Was that all she needed here?
... Yes. ]
That should be enough.
[ ... since it's a bonus, isn't it? Yes, totally. Taste bonus. ]
[ Learning through experimentation is the best way, honestly, and that's what they're geared up for. Annie glances at Thida, breathing out in a soft snort. She doesn't exactly smile, but her tone of voice is lighter when she speaks. ]
More interesting than I expected when the idea first came to me. If we're lucky, nothing will explode.
[ It was more of a "this is so ridiculous" mood at the time. She heads for the checkstands, paying for their purchases so far and accepting the paper bag they're placed in. ]
[ What words mean the things she wants? Annie isn't sure at this point. She still nods, adjusting her honey-produce-yeast bag over her shoulder. Heading into the home improvement stuff is a bit like stepping into a vast storage space lined up in aisles following a logic she has yet to suss out.
Thus once out of the entrance, she halts off to the side, out of the flow of people, and stares up at the signs and the vast scale of things in here. ]
This... is much larger than stores back home. More like a warehouse or lumber yard...
[Thida follows along, a bit more familiar with the kinds of setups that these places have, if only because she's just used to modern things. She looks up at the signs herself, the scene a little funny - she really has to crane her head back to get a proper glimpse of what's written.]
Think it's s'posed t'be like that. You're holdin' all this stuff...better it's big. [Hmm, buckets should be near painting things, or cement things? A hose is easy enough, either plumbing or gardening should give them what they need.]
[ Two shorties, particularly one as short as Thida, should not be subjected to this nonsense. Those signs are unfair! And useful, being tall enough for most wares to be transported freely through the area without knocking in to anything.
Annie massages her neck with her free hand, shaking her head. ]
Here, yes. Back home doesn't have this much to hold in anything but a warehouse.
[ She's still not sure where anything might be; when she spots an employee, Annie doesn't hesitate to stride toward them, posing her two questions: where can she find a large bucket, holding several litres, and where can she find tubing. The woman working there smiles and gives them aisle numbers and bays, which makes no sense to Annie until they reach the first one, near the paint: the bucket.
Once at the aisle... there's further numbers and letters on the shelves every few feet. ]
Should find them five "bays" down.
[ And she does, in pink, white, blue, and orange. ]
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[ She sounds slightly scandalised by this. Who even bothers making terrible sugar? Why would anyone? Dieting fads exist everywhere, but she doesn't watch television here, and she doesn't have a concept of cutting sugars out of a diet when she's never had the opportunity to have too many in her diet in the first place.
Meaning she gives an outright distrustful look of these coloured packages, turning her head away and walking on. Fake sugar? No, never that. ]
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[It seems like most of them honestly have a chemical-y aftertaste no matter what they boast.]
Honey's always real, though. Never found fake honey. Don't think y'can fake it.
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Huh. One more strange thing about this place amoung many. ]
At least that's dependable.
[ She says, as they make it past the sugars to the jars and containers of honey. There's... way more than Annie expects. Honey listed as being optimal for attracting pokemon, honey from specific flowers, from specific regions, honey in small ursa shaped containers, honey in cutie-fly decorated containers, honey in sticks, honey in large containers. ]
I had no idea honey came in so many flavours.
[ It would be paralysing if she was trying to pick out something to use for tea, but she redirects her attention to the larger containers, knowing how much honey she's going to need. It makes it much less overwhelming to crouch down and check costs on the biggest containers they have. ]
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She crouches down to look at the lower shelves, comparing the amounts to the prices with the eye of someone who does so on the regular.]
...Think...this one's cheapest? Most for least. [It's a goddamn 72oz jug of honey.]
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Yeah. We'll have enough left over for a second batch, if we want. Honey doesn't spoil, so it can sit around if there's space for it. Is there?
[ She asks Thida, quirking up her eyebrows. ]
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[Her and her Pokemon, no roommates.]
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[ Meaning she'll haul one off shelf and put it into the carry-basket. ]
Where's the fresh fruit kept around here? Or the baking supplies? Flour, things like that.
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[ she moves down the aisle, toward where it turns out the baking supplies are, as Thida said. It takes searching the shelves to find any yeast, and when she finds the individual packets, time to read labels. ]
Any of these will work, technically...
[ make do with what you've got. ]
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...Lotta science in cookin'.
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There is, yes. Hopefully the kind of science I won't suck at.
[ To put it succinctly. She picks out what looks like the most likely yeast for what she's planning on doing, then lifts her head to stare in the general direction of the fresh fruits. ]
I keep wondering. Have you seen anyone growing the berries we eat here?
[ A prelude to moving back up the aisle and making the walk toward where the produce and fruits will eventually be found. ]
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[School science had a lot of guidelines and rules and directions, while this was a lot more...actual experimentation. They quite literally are doing this with little idea of how they might succeed.]
People berries? No...jus' find Pokemon berries outside. 'N they make juice from th'apricorn things...maybe there's greenhouses somewhere.
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[ Annie has clearly never gardened in her life, but she assumes that's??? Something that happens naturally when animals eat berries and poop elsewhere??? Is this not how berries spawn?
The apricorn knowledge is one she hums along to, trying to imagine what other things they juice. ]
Greenhouses would make sense. Or regions where the winters are mild being responsible for most the growing.
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[Thida has never actually gardened in her life before, she just has general nature knowledge.]
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do berries usually come this late in the season? the fruits with hardier exteriors make more sense to her at a glance, but... ]
What berries should we use?
[ There are... seven varieties. What in the world. ]
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[She'd say let's try a little of all of them, but that definitely would come out as one heck of a fruit punch mead.]
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Scooping about a half pound of each into baggies, twisting the tops closed, she places those into her basket. Was that all she needed here?
... Yes. ]
That should be enough.
[ ... since it's a bonus, isn't it? Yes, totally. Taste bonus. ]
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[This is their first time doing this, they shouldn't need a lot, right?
Right?]
...Kinda exciting.
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More interesting than I expected when the idea first came to me. If we're lucky, nothing will explode.
[ It was more of a "this is so ridiculous" mood at the time. She heads for the checkstands, paying for their purchases so far and accepting the paper bag they're placed in. ]
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What? Nooo...won't do that. For sure.
[And if not she has an incredibly adept Octillery to help put out any fires.]
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Annie actually smiles somewhat at that, since she doesn't think a true explosion is all that likely. ]
I'd prefer not having to clean up after that mess. Right... tubing. We need a length of flexible tubing, about two metres worth.
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[That'd be with the home improvement stuff too, she thinks.]
Could find it with th'buckets.
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[ What words mean the things she wants? Annie isn't sure at this point. She still nods, adjusting her honey-produce-yeast bag over her shoulder. Heading into the home improvement stuff is a bit like stepping into a vast storage space lined up in aisles following a logic she has yet to suss out.
Thus once out of the entrance, she halts off to the side, out of the flow of people, and stares up at the signs and the vast scale of things in here. ]
This... is much larger than stores back home. More like a warehouse or lumber yard...
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Think it's s'posed t'be like that. You're holdin' all this stuff...better it's big. [Hmm, buckets should be near painting things, or cement things? A hose is easy enough, either plumbing or gardening should give them what they need.]
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Annie massages her neck with her free hand, shaking her head. ]
Here, yes. Back home doesn't have this much to hold in anything but a warehouse.
[ She's still not sure where anything might be; when she spots an employee, Annie doesn't hesitate to stride toward them, posing her two questions: where can she find a large bucket, holding several litres, and where can she find tubing. The woman working there smiles and gives them aisle numbers and bays, which makes no sense to Annie until they reach the first one, near the paint: the bucket.
Once at the aisle... there's further numbers and letters on the shelves every few feet. ]
Should find them five "bays" down.
[ And she does, in pink, white, blue, and orange. ]
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