Silver’s ears perk up as he sends a small, cordial smile Shadow’s way, even if the other couldn’t see him, obviously pleased with his answer. ❝Whenever you’re free,❞ he responds, tone gentle. ❝But, um, we could use the help the most during the later months. Especially when it starts snowing. If you’re ever free during those times…❞ he trails off.
❝I’m not that great of a cook either,❞ he laughs, seeming more comfortable. ❝When I’m from, we sort of… boiled everything.❞ It was just the ingredient and whatever water they could manage to get, mostly from the moisture farms they’d have set up that were scattered across the landscape. With how uncertain the food supply was, it was almost always best for them to eat what they had on hand instead of waiting out in hopes of finding something else to smash together with it. He wrinkles his nose; if he thinks about it enough, he could still taste the leathery meat and mushy, scavenged vegetables upon his tongue. ❝Boiling is how you make soup, right? You’d think I’d be good at that, but I really wasn’t,❞ he says, scratching the side of his muzzle. He subscribes to the boil-it-until-it-seems-safe-and-then-boil-it-some-more way of cooking ( force of habit ), and he could never understand how much spice is too much or too little. Spices were a luxury that he could never afford in the future, but they’re so abundant in the past. He doesn’t think he could ever get used to how much people seemed to take for granted: running water, air conditioning ( thanks, Ifrit, for having made the future he grew up in rife with geysers of fire and sweltering temperatures ), actual pillows… food, however, seems to be a struggle no matter what time you’re from.
He hums. ❝We could have you washing dishes if that’s something you would like.❞ Another pair of helping hands—no matter where they decided to work—is invaluable, and dish-washing tends to be one of the tasks they can be particularly short-handed in. People don’t really like working with scalding water for long periods of time. Who knew? That aside, he genuinely hopes that Shadow would be able to make it sometime ( and that he wasn’t just agreeing so that Silver would shut up ). Everyone there is bursting with the kind of compassion and grace that Silver could only hope he’d be able to match someday. He just hopes that they wouldn’t be intimidated by Shadow’s propensity to look like he’s about to shoot lasers at you for daring to talk to him. Plus, he thinks it would be nice if Shadow socialized a bit more. He just… seems so solitary that it makes Silver kind of sad. Not that he’d tell Shadow that. He’s not in the mood to actually test out if Shadow does have laser eyes.
…And if he flipped out about the hat, Silver can’t wait to see his reaction to the shirts that the volunteers have to wear.
The carrots take a good amount of time to harvest, with Silver having to take out a couple more crates to hold them all. He places them off to the side of the shed, next to the water spout, ignoring the way his knees protest after an extended time spent kneeling. He’ll wash them later. That part he has no problem using his psychokinesis for. He eyes the holes that his uprooting has caused. He’ll… also fill those in… later… Shadow might have had a point when he criticized his time management a bit back. He takes his hat off his head momentarily to run a hand through his quills and promptly puts it back on.
He walks over to a section where perfectly spear-shaped leaves grow, long pods nestled in between each cluster. He continues to hum as he pinches each pod in between his middle finger and thumb, picking the ones that are firm. Green beans are always his favorite to harvest, if he’s being honest. ❝Do you have plants of your own, Shadow?❞ he asks, genuinely curious. The other always seemed like a guy that would enjoy a succulent or two. Or maybe a fern. Again, not something he’d say out loud lest he risk attracting Shadow’s laser-eyed wrath.
ears flickered and swiveled in recognition of the words being spoken to him. so the later months were the most busiest, he could understand that. his glove wraps around the green stem? of the onion plant, ruby eyes gazing down at it and then considering what a turnip looked like. he…couldn’t really understand how the two got mixed up, but perhaps it was the greenness of the top?
shadow glances over his shoulder at silver at the comment of not being a good cook either. ruby eyes narrowed ever so slightly before returning to pulling at the onions to settle into the box. he didn’t need any consolation pity or ‘trying to relate’ to his predicament. shadow kept his mouth shut though as the other recounted about their cooking experience. the future was different, apparently, and shadow had never bothered to ask what the difference was.
even still now he wouldn’t ask. he’ll find out later.
the space hog worked to coax out an onion before letting out a faint grunt and setting it in the box. it’s not that he liked doing dishes, but it was the best he could offer. his skills didn’t…fall into domestic things. if you needed someone to tell you the different ways you could kill someone, crack through a keypad to gain access to a highly defensive building, or to activate an old, high dangerous science weapon that could obliterate an entire planet. sure, shadow was your guy. helping out at a ….soup kitchen? that was a little out of his expertise, but he HAD offered to help, which was stupid on his part as he thought about it more.
❛ that is fine. ❜
he already knew he’d be shoot laser at anyone who tried to talk to him during the time. he’ll do his job and he’ll do it quietly. he refuses to be pushed to socialize more than he would like to. which is not at all.
he noted the small movement from the other, but didn’t bother looking up. he kept his gaze focused on the onions in front of him. his hands slowly and carefully pulled each onion out, setting the into the box one at a time. he wasn’t certain about the time limit on getting all these plants dug out and sent out, but he was certain if it required him doing it all day he could continue even into the night. he just wouldn’t want to damage any of the veggies before they arrived at the area.
shadow stiffens at the question directed towards him. his quills slowly rise upwards in alertness, fur puffing up a bit as the hedgehog tensed. that was not the kind of question he wanted to be asked. he glanced down at the onion in his hand. did you give away his secret? damn you. he furrowed his bridges, baring his fanged teeth at the onion. he gives it a small shake before giving it a gentle toss into the box. letting out a hot exhale of air through his nose as he returned to digging up more onions. feeling uninclined to really answer that question.
❛ i do not think we have the time for idle chattering, considering you decided to wait this long to gather up all these veggies. ❜ he answers in a gruff, low tone. he hoped this little reminder and warning might detract the hedgehog from the previous question asked and give him the idea that shadow wasn’t all too inclined to answer such questions.
and he was just too embarrassed to answer. shadow the hedgehog liking to deal with plants? such a thought is inconceivable and as much as shadow didn’t care what other people thought, the bothering that would come from it is what he’d mind.