uranomancy

> -- After having jerky with Candy, she is on her way before it’s too late.

She smiled at that nickname, eagerly following behind her host with a small clap of excitement. Listen, sometimes it was the joy of doing dumb shit like removing all the moisture from meat that pleased her. She was a simple woman.

So was Rose. “Thanks for coming on such short notice, I know shit’s wild right now.” Turning into the kitchen, “We’re about to hit critical mass and - y’know, I just need a friend here.” And she continues to get the meat out of the... It’s not quite a fridge, it’s more of an interdimentional cube with GREAT isolation. Rose clears her throat, and nods her head. The dehydrate is right on the counter. She pops the top off, and just sets strips of meat neatly along the selves in the device.