This world is inhabited by creatures that we call pokemon. People and pokemon live together by supporting each other, but now the scourge threatens the safety of the entire region. Kohaku has become a dangerous place, where children stay at home and only brave souls go adventuring.
Welcome to KOHAKU. Come for the nightmares. Stay for the tea and crumpets.
The season is SUMMER. It is easy for survivors to forage for food from the land, as there are entire abandoned farms ready for harvest. On the downside, you can smell the corpses.
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Would it be rude to say no? Why would she say no? She'd never tried bitter powder, and she'd hate to judge something without trying it herself first...
Suspiciously, Neo took a pinch of the bitter powder. Like a proper scientist, she took a tiny sniff of it first--it smelled like nothing except slightly like medicine--before she tasted it, her tongue making the briefest contact with the tiny bit of powder on her fingers.
Her eyes watered. She didn't cough or sputter. Neo covered her mouth with the back of her hand, although that didn't hide the million expressions of pain and aversion. She shook her head: no.
She said nothing until she recovered her composure.
Calmly, Neo said, "I see why you might need to wash that down with hot chocolate."
"The aftertaste doesn't bother you?" Neo inquired. She covered her mouth again, this time to purse and lick her lips as if that could wash the bitterness.
She shook her head, unable to cope with a mouthful of bitter. She grabbed a cup of water from a homeless guy, downing it with gusto before handing back a now empty cup. She still couldn't wash out the taste.
Although...
"It is quite revitalizing. Like an awakening," she said, like a movie critic acknowledging that a horrible movie had decent special effects.
J hadn't noticed there was an aftertaste. much of his childhood had been spent sipping tea mixed with bitter powder until he could eat it neat.
he shook his head, slowly. he hadn't found it revitalizing, either. J was only consuming bitter powder out of habit at this point -- most likely, most probably.
J nodded, slowly. he tried to see what neo was trying to say between the lines -- that he had been living on a horrible diet wasn't quite it. there probably was something else he'd been missing.
"okay," he said, still suspicious that neo was trying to get him to eat something different other than his usual diet. not that he minded cooking, no. it just wasn't very practical to drag a wagon around the region.
"Good. I'd very much like that." Maybe she could get him to eat regularish meals that weren't only bitter powder and sugary liquids. Why had the man even learned to cook if he lived on only bitter powder, nicotine, and cocoa?
She shoved her hands into her hoodie's pockets. "I'm going to double back, do some more research. So--yeah, I'll be in Proserpina if you need me. Hopefully won't be too long. I want to help fight in Bacchus."
the man learned to cook as a child because his parents and grandparents were gone, and he couldn't just keep mooching off the neighbors. so yes, decent cooking skills, bad eating habits.
J nodded, quiet. "alright," he said, "thanks again. for the venomoth." he noted the pokéball.
"let me know when you're back in nerio or somewhere nearer."
