I know a guy who has a hydroponic garden, and he owed me a favor.
[Said guy also uses most of that hydroponic system to grow… things that are not chard, but he did keep a section of it for his own food-growing use. Calling in a favor for fresh greens is maybe a little much, but it’s kind of worth it for the look on Gepard’s face. And it’ll do him some good to get some roughage in his diet.]
[Gratitude really is a good look on Gepard. Sampo smiles at him, enjoys the feeling of having an influential man be so appreciative.]
I wasn’t always on a liquid-only diet, you know.
[It’s a relatively recent development in the history of Sampo, though he’ll spare Gepard the gory details. The less he knows, the better. The less chance that he’ll get caught in the web of bullshit that surrounds him.]
[Unaware of Gepard’s weird, cuddling-based urges brought on by some domesticity and a really good tenderloin, Sampo takes his gratitude at face value.]
Even if you aren’t back to a hundred percent, you are giving me a meal. We’re pretty close to even.
[He props his chin on his hand, and his elbow on the table. Poor manners, but Gepard has the table manners of a starving guard, so it’s fine.]
Oh, that reminds me. I have dessert for you, too, if you want it.
[Panna cotta with caramel sauce, in the refrigerator. Though he probably could’ve satisfied Gepard’s palate with rye soda and yogurt and saved himself the trouble.]
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Date: 2024-05-20 02:08 am (UTC)[Said guy also uses most of that hydroponic system to grow… things that are not chard, but he did keep a section of it for his own food-growing use. Calling in a favor for fresh greens is maybe a little much, but it’s kind of worth it for the look on Gepard’s face. And it’ll do him some good to get some roughage in his diet.]
[Gratitude really is a good look on Gepard. Sampo smiles at him, enjoys the feeling of having an influential man be so appreciative.]
I wasn’t always on a liquid-only diet, you know.
[It’s a relatively recent development in the history of Sampo, though he’ll spare Gepard the gory details. The less he knows, the better. The less chance that he’ll get caught in the web of bullshit that surrounds him.]
[Unaware of Gepard’s weird, cuddling-based urges brought on by some domesticity and a really good tenderloin, Sampo takes his gratitude at face value.]
Even if you aren’t back to a hundred percent, you are giving me a meal. We’re pretty close to even.
[He props his chin on his hand, and his elbow on the table. Poor manners, but Gepard has the table manners of a starving guard, so it’s fine.]
Oh, that reminds me. I have dessert for you, too, if you want it.
[Panna cotta with caramel sauce, in the refrigerator. Though he probably could’ve satisfied Gepard’s palate with rye soda and yogurt and saved himself the trouble.]