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[ The door will open, and Oscar will be welcomed in happily enough. John looks fine, as he'd said, but he will give Oscar a greeting kiss once the door is closed. ]

Potatoes?

[Oh. He didn't expect the kiss once the door was closed.

He melted a little, before offering a soft kiss back.]

Po-potatoes. Right.

[He cleared his throat.]

Sorry. It's- hard to remember anything when you kiss me. In-in a good way.

We could spend a little time kissing before we do the soup. [ Beat.] Or once we get the soup cooking.

[He offers a soft laugh, before leaning up to offer John a quick kiss.]

After we get it cooking, I think. Else, I might just...end up in your bed without cooking anything.

True. And we want to try the different potatoes.

[ So just one more little kiss and a gentle stroke to Oscar's hair before he gently steps back. ]

Let's pick out potatoes.

[ To the pantry! ]

Yes...we do want to do that.

[John you're gonna make him melt. You're good at making the priest turn into happy goo.

He manages to shake off the soft feeling enough to follow him to the pantry, untucking the recipe book from his arm.]

You said you had a few different kinds of potatoes? Did we want to try to mix them, or just do different soups with different potatoes?

[ He nods and he'll open said pantry, pulling up a small basket full of potatoes that look fresh from the market. there's purple and red and gold and russets. ]

Here. Pick out the ones you want to try.

[He kinda loves the basket of potatoes. But...he has to pick up the purple potato, marveling at it.]

This one is a real potato? Where does it come from? It almost doesn't seem real.

[Look. He would not be surprised if John had potatoes from other plants in his pantry.]

[ He nods immediately. ]

Yes. They're more commonly found in South America. I like the color. And it has more vitamins.

It tends to turn a little more pink or darker depending on how you cook them.

Truly? I had no idea.

[It's marvelous. Potatoes he didn't know about!]

I wouldn't be able to find it at home but- this might be good for the teenagers on board. They're still growing- they need all the vitamins they can get.

Maybe we should make one of each so you can try them. And then you can decide one for the soup?

Oh! Yes! That'd be fun!

Just a- steamed potato, maybe? To make it fair for all the potatoes?

What about one steamed, one boiled... since we're making a soup, after all. Give you an idea of the texture and the flavor.

Oh...

That's a wonderful idea. Shall we get started then?

[ He nods, kisses Oscar atop the head, and picks out two specimens of each to cook up for testing. He went for smaller ones, just to hopefully cook them evenly in a short span. ]

I found a lentil soup recipe you might like. I don't think the spices were too difficult and it was still very tasty. I'll have to let you try some a little later.

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[Oscar feels himself melt a little, but moves back, giving John room to move around- but he does take a moment to give John a gentle stroke on the back.]

Lentils? That'll be a good soup to try.

[And it could work in the soup kitchen. It was...very cheap currently.]

What book did you find it in?

[ John is just as happy for the touch. But he'll take a moment to pull the book off of a shelf to hand over to him. ]

It's in here. A lot of the recipes might be good for you.

[He clearly needs to offer John more touches. He leans against him, since his hand is full when he takes the book.]

Oh, it's very colorful. A colored photograph...Thank you John. I may have to borrow this for some bedtime reading.

[ He nods. ]

You're welcome to borrow it for a while. I found it in a shop a few ports back. I thought it might be helpful just to make me rethink cooking in case we're low on supplies.

It's a good idea. I thought about that when wanting to work in the kitchen.

[He drifts over to a stool, and sets the book on the counter.]

But it was in better shape than I expected, with the freezer and all. The good big man there doesn't care for my type so...I decided to leave be for now.

Red?

[ He and John are very close, after all. ]

Yeah, he's mentioned. But if you ever need supplies, I keep my own store here. I don't mind sharing.

Him, yes. I know the good folk don't like being named, especially by a Christian.

[Leaves a bad taste and all that. He gets it.]

I appreciate that. I'll modify my cabin to have a proper kitchen one day.

It still feels...strange, John, I admit. How things...work here.

Which part?

[ There's a lot to being here that could throw someone off. ]

Right now, the exchange of goods and services.

...though there is an inmate that particularly disturbs me, but that's a different conversation.

[ That gets a pause as he tosses the first of the potatoes into the boiling pot. ]

Who?

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