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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[isak_cederstrom]

"Mm, okej," Isak said, moving the tray of the foil packets to the counter. He retrieved two plates and placed two packets on each. He got some cutlery and brought everything over to the table. "Want to try some of the whiskey with it?"

[colonelcannibal]

I would love to. *He delicately unwraps the foil and smiles.* It looks wonderful.

[isak_cederstrom]

Isak nodded returning the smile. He poured about three fingers' worth into two glasses, sliding one to Ives as he sat down. He held his own glass up in a toast to the Colonel.

"Skål!"

[colonelcannibal]

*Ives returns the toast, then takes a sip and relaxes with a sigh.* Mmm, good stuff. Probably cost something insane, but then most things do nowadays.

[isak_cederstrom]

"Mm, ja. It is one of the more expensive ones, but I feel like it is worth it," Isak said before bringing the whiskey to his mouth to take a savoring taste. He sighed happily and swallowed the amber liquid. "I tried the cheaper kind, and -- it was terrible," he laughed. "So I decided that it was worth spending so much to buy this particular kind, because I enjoyed it so much. There are worse things to splurge on, surely." He began to unwrap his foil packet and let some of the steam escape. He waved a hand through the steam to help cool the fish down. His stomach let out a growl. "If you like it enough, I would like to get you a bottle of your own before I leave."

[colonelcannibal]

There are far worse things to, ah, indulge in. I should know.

That would be delightful. I don't get this kind of luxury very often, and when I do it's never gained morally.

[isak_cederstrom]

"Then I will be happy to get it for you, Ives," Isak replied happily. He picked up his utensils and ripped away the foil so that the fish and vegetables were on the plate. He cut into the fish and speared a piece onto his fork. He brought it up to his nose and gave it a whiff before putting it into his mouth. He let out a happy sound at the taste of the food. "It came out fairly good, I think."

Oh, by the way--did you ever finish his movie?

[colonelcannibal]

*Ives tastes a bit of it and smiles.* It is quite good, yes. As much as any normal food can be.

Nope XD Haven't had time! I will eventually; I'll let you know! :)

[isak_cederstrom]

"Does 'normal food' taste lackluster to you?" Isak asked, spearing some of the vegetables. "Or does everything taste different?"

Silly you :D

[colonelcannibal]

I'd say that it tastes the same as ever, but my . . . ah, diet is the equivalent of adding five or six addictive drugs.

[isak_cederstrom]

"So -- what does that mean in regards to the consumption of food? Does it make you more voracious?"

[colonelcannibal]

It mostly means that I couldn't stop eating people if I tried. Your kind is like heroin to me.

[isak_cederstrom]

"Oh, oh, I see what you mean now," Isak said, eating some more of his food. "I apologize; I did not quite understand." He chewed his food thoughtfully, then took a long sip of whiskey. "Well, you need to eat people, ja? To stay strong and to survive?"

[colonelcannibal]

Indeed. To go without would drive me quite insane. *Ah, the irony of such a statement . . .* I hope you never see me that hungry, for both our sakes.

[isak_cederstrom]

"Agreed; let's avoid that if we can," Isak said with an amused but serious smirk. He kept eating some of the fish and vegetables, his stomach slowly filling. "An odd question, but what is your favorite way to eat them? Raw? Or cooked a certain way?"

[colonelcannibal]

Raw is good, but stews and steaks are better.

[isak_cederstrom]

"That is good to know," Isak said, finishing up the last of his food. He leaned back in the chair and gave his belly a nice, content pat. He grabbed his whiskey glass and sipped it. "That tends to be for most meat. A good stew -- like the moose one I mentioned -- is one of my favorite things to eat."

[colonelcannibal]

I'd have to make you one, then. *He laughs at his own grim joke.*

[isak_cederstrom]

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Isak said with a laugh. "I will be happy making Älg Gryta instead."

[colonelcannibal]

Would you prefer a steak, then?

[isak_cederstrom]

"I will be okay with the left over fish here, and the rest of the fish I purchased for the week," Isak said with a laugh. "And the food that I brought, as well."

[colonelcannibal]

Well, that's the sane part of the answer . . .

[isak_cederstrom]

"I know, I am no fun," Isak replied with a playfully solemn shake of his head. He held his whiskey glass up and gave it a little shake. "Get more of this into me, and I loosen up."

[colonelcannibal]

Well, I suppose that's fair. *He takes a sip of his own, then goes to check on his disturbing meal.*

[isak_cederstrom]

Isak was a bit startled at the fact that the "meat" the Colonel was cooking smelled more or less like some kind of wild game. Venison, perhaps. It could even disguise itself as beef. It was a weird thing to discover. He finished up the rest of his whiskey and poured himself another three fingers' worth. He went to the front door and went to stand outside in the fresh air, breathing deeply and sighing happily.