[While Sypha takes care of water, Alucard does what he always does when cooking is a matter of need and need only. He lights the fire. He asks Sypha for water, and he takes what meat scraps he can along with all of the root vegtables to their name, and makes sure that the soup will at least taste halfway decent. He's out of so many other supplies (he has to fix that today), and the pantry is still off limits. He doesn't trust it, and the last thing they need is for this problem to be solved only for a new one to arise.
Cooking is...is easier. Alucard knows how everything will react, knows the timing, knows everything required. It feels like the only thing he can control right now, and so he will. The bones in the soup pot (left from the last few bits of cured chicken meat), boil, and he stirs it carefully with a great wooden spoon.]
We will find the right balance.
[It's as close to we will as Alucard can manage. Sleep isn't going to happen.]
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Cooking is...is easier. Alucard knows how everything will react, knows the timing, knows everything required. It feels like the only thing he can control right now, and so he will. The bones in the soup pot (left from the last few bits of cured chicken meat), boil, and he stirs it carefully with a great wooden spoon.]
We will find the right balance.
[It's as close to we will as Alucard can manage. Sleep isn't going to happen.]