I dreamed of a world so far from here that's not on the map

[matchbreaker]

To my Fellows,

What is "good" and what is "evil" is something that can be debated for longer than most of you will ever live, as is the nature of men. These debates are without meaning in my eyes. Despite that man's belief, men are not born to be good or evil, and what flaws they have in personality or character are things that can be overcome through their choices. Both for better and, as we've seen, for worse.

Life is not without suffering, but I should hope that every one of you is loved by someone. Loves someone. Many of you probably know that some of those loved ones are entering into an experience similar to our own. The terror of that is an undeniable sword which hangs above our heads.

Do not isolate yourselves, and hold onto what belief will best inspire you. And if you wish to join us for another one of these gatherings, meet us in the dining hall at 8PM.

Sincerely yours,
Elda Marker

PS: Those who can taste will once more provide food.

[ Well that sure is a lot of words which is being put under your doors, put on the fridge, and generally distributed around. It... uh, sure is a letter? It's in the same impossibly perfect cursive as last week, and is written with an almost angry bravado. Because even if she was vindicated at the end there, she was vindicated by a (by his own admission) evil priest. So. That feels bad.

Anyway, with some effort, the dining hall (which now has a lot of candles at Cabanela's little shrine, even with adding the two more here) is filled with food: Susan's got the booze as usual but also a big pot of mac and cheese. Adelina's done her noble best with some finger sandwiches. Yuri's brought some sweets that Estelle might've made. As for Elda, well, she still basically can't cook, so what she provides instead is:

A few board games including a Settlers of Catan, Sorry, and Candyland knock off. I guess we're playing games. Or at least she's suggesting it, who knew? ]

Comments

[ninehundredlives]

Sort of. Not if you actually know what you're doing, but people have accidents in the kitchen all the time. [wait maybe this isn't helpful...]

[bloodbiter]

I see. I'll be prepared, then, but... I trust that you know enough to make certain it doesn't happen, or that we will handle it swiftly if it does.

[ninehundredlives]

It shouldn't. And if it does, all you have to do is put a lid over it and smother it. The important thing is not to add water, or it'll shoot up everywhere.

Grilled cheese is easy, though. You only need one pan.

[bloodbiter]

Is that so? Doesn't water usually smother a fire?

[Well, regardless.]

I'm ready to begin when you are.

[ninehundredlives]

It's because of the oil. We don't need to use oil for this, though, just melt some butter in the pan to start.

[grilled cheese GRILLED CHEESE here we go]

[bloodbiter]

Alright.

[Grabbing a stick of butter, she looks towards Susan.]

How much?

[ninehundredlives]

Just a bit, like this.

[She demonstrates the size with her fingers.]

[bloodbiter]

[She follows suit, putting just that much in the pan.]

Now we wait for it to melt?