[ Carver spares half a thought to what Gold's tastes might be, in a world where the infrastructure isn't a rotting husk and things like that still matter. Something deliberate, he thinks. Something carefully constructed. Like the clothes Gold wears, or that ring.
It doesn't matter. They're stuck here, for now.
Carver scans the area silently, taking it all in. The space is remarkably un-trashed, considering. ]
Where's the kitchen?
[ He came here for a reason. Well. Maybe more than one, but he wants to get to cooking. See what he's got to work with. ]
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It doesn't matter. They're stuck here, for now.
Carver scans the area silently, taking it all in. The space is remarkably un-trashed, considering. ]
Where's the kitchen?
[ He came here for a reason. Well. Maybe more than one, but he wants to get to cooking. See what he's got to work with. ]