A Camping Trip With Isak

[colonelcannibal]

 *Ives is enjoying himself tremendously. It's been too long since he went camping, doing so again is a lot of fun--especially with a friend. (The fact that he has a friend is pretty amazing all by itself.) He enjoys pointing things out, and enjoys even more when Isak notices things for himself.*

We can go fishing tomorrow, if you would like? Or just swim, one way or the other.

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[colonelcannibal]

*It's . . . well, not as fast as a car. But a lot faster than a human should ever be able to run, and he's barely winded be the time they get back to the fort.*

Well, that was fun.

[isak_cederstrom]

Isak stood stagnant for a few moments after being placed down to gather his bearings. He still felt like the world was moving at a much more rapid pace than he had ever experienced before. His legs were a bit like jelly.

"Mm, ja. Quite an -- adjustment, for me," he said with a laugh.

I'm going to the local con in a week, by the way :D

[colonelcannibal]

Understandable. Even I'm not entirely used to the fact that I can do it.

Nice!! I haven't been to a con since .. 2013 ): I miss it. I miss cosplaying! Are you dressing up?

[isak_cederstrom]

"Really?" Isak asked, surprised. "Is that a side effect from -- you said you absorbed someone's strength when you eat them, right? Is this a side effect of that?"

Probably just the same costume as last year. You into WtNV at all? I'm being Kevin . . .

[colonelcannibal]

Speed is one application of strength, yes-and rather an enjoyable one, at that.

What are you having for dinner, if I may ask? I may join you, if it's something I like--although you might not like what I do with my portion. Best not think about it, really.

I have only seen quotes floating around, don't know anything about it. That sounds fun tho!

[isak_cederstrom]

"Ehmm .. I am not sure, actually," Isak replied. "I brought a lot of snack-type items. I may venture into whatever the nearest town is and pick up some local fare. Fish, most likely."

Imagine the local radio station for the Twilight Zone and you have some idea

[colonelcannibal]

*He nods.* It's a bit of a ways, but I think you have that car, hmm?

Gotcha!

[isak_cederstrom]

"Ja. Is there -- anything you would like for me to pick up for you? While I am out?"

https://www.youtube.com/user/WelcometoNightVale

[colonelcannibal]

Hmm? Oh, perhaps some scotch if they have any that's good. I could use some beans and some corn, as well . . .

[isak_cederstrom]

"Ja, okej. I will get all of that for you. Do you have a preference for your Scotch?"

[colonelcannibal]

Not especially, as long as it's good.

[isak_cederstrom]

"I will see if they have the one that I like. It is not commonly found, but it is my favorite -- hopefully you will enjoy it, as well, should they have it."

[colonelcannibal]

That sounds . . . quite lovely, actually.

[isak_cederstrom]

"I will do my best," Isak replied, rummaging for the keys in his pocket. He hopped in the car and searched for the nearest market using his phone, then drove off to gather what he wanted.

He returned two or so hours later, parking where he had before. As he closed the hatch, he shifted the bags he carried in his hands. Two were full of cans of beans and corn, one had a few wrapped packages of fresh fish, one had a variety of vegetables, and under his other arm was a paper bag, inside of which was a bottle of his favorite scotch. He lugged it all inside and set everything down on a counter, remembering to be extra careful with the bottle.

"Surprisingly, they had the scotch," he said, taking it out of the bag. He showed it to Ives. "Lagavulin 21. My favorite of all time."

[colonelcannibal]

*He starts putting things away with a smile.* That does indeed look like a very fine scotch. Thank you.

What kind of dish are you thinking of making?

[isak_cederstrom]

"I had made this dish a couple of weeks ago that I enjoyed. I was thinking of making that. I was not sure if you had foil, so I purchased some," he said, holding the foil up and giving it a little wiggle.

[colonelcannibal]

Well then, I hope you enjoy it. And I don't generally have foil, no.

[isak_cederstrom]

"I had a feeling," Isak replied with a smile. "You are free to have some, if you want to try."

[colonelcannibal]

I would be quite glad to.

[isak_cederstrom]

"Mycket bra!" Isak replied with a grin. He finished taking out all of the ingredients to his dish, pulled up the recipe on his phone, and began to prepare everything. He pre-heated the oven, mixed the sauce, placed the foil and some of the fish (placing the extra in the fridge), etc. etc. He put the four foil packets onto a baking tray and slid it into the oven, setting a timer on his phone. His stomach let out a grumble. "I'll be right back," he said, disappearing to find the snacks he brought in his duffel.

[colonelcannibal]

*Some irrational part of Ives wants very much to add his own ingredients the whole time, but he knows that it's a bad idea and thus refrains.* It does look quite good, all things considered.

[isak_cederstrom]

Isak nodded, happily munching from one of the very large bags of trail mix he bought. He waits until he's chewed and swallowed before responding.

"You can -- flavor it as you'd like for your part, if you want."

[colonelcannibal]

I hardly need your permission for that, lad. Just be glad it's not in, well, yours.

[isak_cederstrom]

"That is true," Isak said with a laugh. He sealed up the trail mix bag as the timer on his phone went off. He shut the timer off, slipped on an oven mitt, and opened the oven door. The enticing smell of cooked seafood with basil, garlic, and vegetables wafted out. Isak's stomach let out a happy growl. He carefully took the tray out and set it on top of the oven, then closed the door. "These need a few moments to cool; do you want to use the stove to cook your -- food?"

[colonelcannibal]

That would be lovely, thank you.

*Just try to ignore the more obviously human bits, okay? That's totally a leg of mutton, don't think about the fingers on the end . . .* I'll just try the fish while my dinner is cooking, if you don't mind?