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address: N/A (see here). For deliveries, the savvy can leave things either in the alley across from the Hex Diner, or the cat tower in Trojan Housewares.
username: $lunchbag

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[liesdontfindyou]

[ Honestly, she isn't even entirely sure herself. She's gathered more bits and pieces since moving to Trojan than she's owned in years, but either she has them with her, or they can't be moved yet. So, she left it open, in case Mono felt there was anything between them that would be safer with her for now, and isn't surprised or off-put that he hasn't grabbed much.

Her hand goes instinctively to touch the shaved side of her head, fingertips against the softening texture of its slow growth. ]

...thank you, I hadn't even thought about that.

[ She rolls the PJ pants up and tucks them into her bag, tucks the buzzer in beside them. Makes sure the little bits and pieces are safe and won't end up buried under something else already in there or damaged. ]

I'll— I'll have to come back for my clothes, and stuff like that. And when I have a place, we can maybe move some other things there.

I guess that— [ inhale, heavy exhale ] —I guess that the soups and such should... should be cleaned up.

[ Another thing she almost hates to do, clearing away signs of what made Trojan what it was, but she'd rather deal with it than it sit and rot or the sim wipe it. Maybe one day, after they've moved everything they can somewhere else, doing all this will amount to some form of closure. Maybe. ]

[lostintransmition]

[ Mono nods resolutely. It's... not a fun decision, but he recognizes the need for it. He'd already been getting itchy and trying to think of how to deal with the pots over the past day with the thought of the ongoing, open food going bad, and the rot that would come with so much stuff being left to waste. If he couldn't take care of it and the sim didn't clear it up, he'd definitely have to leave.

He's also never cleared up food before, so he has no idea what she's gonna do and how he's supposed to help. Probably a first good step is being in the kitchen, so... well. He turns around and starts heading off. ]

[liesdontfindyou]

[ CT closes her bag and carefully picks the tree back up, setting it back down on a counter once they're in the kitchen and her bag down beside it. Turns to look at the soups on the stove, at the fridge, at the cupboards, her hands on her hips. Sighs. ]

Okay. Not everything's an immediate problem. I can take some of the stuff from the cupboards with me to the apartment, maybe the fridge too... same goes for you, if you want, from the cupboards, at least. But the soups and anything neither of us would eat will have to go.

[ She drags her hands over her face. Okay. Okay. Just clear out the pots and wash them. Easy.

She thinks that, then still starts with going through the cupboards first. Things like the hot chocolate mix, coffee, snacks, she can pack up some of those to take. No point in letting the stuff that lasts go to waste. ]

[lostintransmition]

[ He... isn't really sure what he can take. He's seen the others prep food, of course, and there's a fair amount of stuff that--for example, while he's never used stuff like the water boiler himself because no one would let him near it--he's pretty sure he'd be able to figure out how to make them just fine on his own. But he's still not 100% on what is and isn't immediately perishable. And he isn't very keen on bringing anything to his hideout that could rot; that invites sickness and it invites pests. (Not that the white spiders haven't already basically claimed all the corners for themselves, even if they have cooled down...

In short, even though he's been invited to grab what he thinks he can take, the issue is that he doesn't know what he can really take. And...

Quietly, very quietly: ] ... if you make food, can I still come and take some too?

[ He will never starve in a city like this. But. It's nice to not have to scavenge and steal for it. It's nice to eat something that's fresh and warm and not someone's leftovers, made for him, instead of scraping out the afterthoughts. ]

[liesdontfindyou]

[ CT's face softens, again, and she looks back from where she's tucking some of what she's gathered into her bag to give him a very certain nod. ]

Yeah, of course. I'm not... the best cook, on my own, but I can do simple things. I'll set some aside for you, always.

[ She can do that. If she's going to live alone soon, without it being the default housing where room service was her go-to, she's going to have to start preparing more of her own food, no matter what, and making sure Mono's got something fresh to eat is damn good motivation to really learn. ]