Double double toil and trouble [Sybil - November 18]

[plaguedrat]

He's still uncertain of how he let himself be convinced to do this, but it puts money in his wallet and it keeps him from being smoked out of his own apartment. That doesn't mean Rat has to play nice; hell, he's hoping that Sybil will even tire of him if he plays it cranky. So far though, it's done little to dissuade her from showing up.

Maybe he's getting soft on people. Shion's fault, he thinks. Once you've let someone in, it's all to hell after that.

Sighing and forcing those thoughts aside, he sets out the ingredients on his counter. A raw chicken, onions, garlic, thyme, plus a box of chicken stock and risotto. To him, they're idiot proof dishes.

Also it uses up some of the several dozen boxes of chicken stock that he looted from the grocery stores.

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[plaguedrat]

"I've had bigger problems," is all he says, though he nods at her apologies. "Typically, I was more concerned with staying alive at all."

[adifferentlife]

Sybil is left not knowing what to say any longer. He doesn't seem the sort to appreciate sympathy, finding it more like pity she suspects. And yet, how can she not have sympathy for someone who had struggled so? Not finding words, she turned back to her pot, slowly adding more broth to the rice.

[plaguedrat]

"The risotto looks almost ready," Rat says, businesslike. "I have mushrooms if you want to saute them and add them while the chicken finishes."