... 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. ]
[See, Thida wouldn't have thought to ask anyone, she would have wandered around aimlessly until she found what she was looking for. But when they come to the buckets, she seems very pleased.]
[ Annie nods, already looking for another employee to ask about the hosing. Which directs them down to another aisle, near gardening. There's no brilliant array of colours here, just opaque tubing in various sizes, one that matches better to the pre-established hole in the lid for the bucket. ]
Does this look like the one that fits with that lid?
[ She pulls up the end of one spool of tubing, using her thumb to measure out the diameter. ]
[ Come Annie's conclusion, accepting the bucket and looking at the twist-on, twist-off cap on the top. She twists it open, using her thumb to measure the distance across, then brings it to the large spools lined up on the shelves at about waist level. The first one she tries is too small, but the second fits right, about one inch in diameter. ]
This will do. About two metres worth and we're good.
[ She hands Thida back the bucket, looking for how they're expected to cut the tubing lengths off. She spies an odd contraption at the end of the spools, like a stationary cutting device, mildly amused that of all places she finds something sharp, it's here at a store, and on staryutube. ]
Looks like we're supposed to use this to cut a length off the rest.
[So then they'll have to eyeball the length, right? Annie said about two meters...Thida puts the bucket down by her feet and starts to carefully unspool some hosing, judging it by sight with each unwrapped length. She can do this!]
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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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Different colors! Does color matter?
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[ She gestures to the line of buckets. ]
Pick any of them you like.
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[She's going to come back at another time to definitely buy a bucket in every color and make a makeshift drum set, but that's later.]
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Does this look like the one that fits with that lid?
[ She pulls up the end of one spool of tubing, using her thumb to measure out the diameter. ]
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Maybe it's okay to test.
[Though if a hose gets stuck in the bucket, then they're going to have to buy that one specifically...]
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[ Come Annie's conclusion, accepting the bucket and looking at the twist-on, twist-off cap on the top. She twists it open, using her thumb to measure the distance across, then brings it to the large spools lined up on the shelves at about waist level. The first one she tries is too small, but the second fits right, about one inch in diameter. ]
This will do. About two metres worth and we're good.
[ She hands Thida back the bucket, looking for how they're expected to cut the tubing lengths off. She spies an odd contraption at the end of the spools, like a stationary cutting device, mildly amused that of all places she finds something sharp, it's here at a store, and on staryutube. ]
Looks like we're supposed to use this to cut a length off the rest.
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[So then they'll have to eyeball the length, right? Annie said about two meters...Thida puts the bucket down by her feet and starts to carefully unspool some hosing, judging it by sight with each unwrapped length. She can do this!]
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Let me know when you think we have enough.