PURE-WHITE

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Only a bit ?⠀❜⠀⠀SHE ⠀asks, voice lilting in that teasing way of hers as she inspects the treats in her hand one by one.     ⠀❛ ⠀My apologies, it should've been much more than a bit. … While the energy benefit is... technically true, a mountain of processed sugar can't compare to a mountain of, say, grapes. That's true for humans and Nikkes. If we're being technical.⠀❜ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀"You're getting too lost in the details, Dorothy. But we'll agree to disagree." She nods in affirmation, that's simply all there is to it. And she just keeps eating the sweets without hesitation. She really is convinced of her own logic, flawless as dictated by Snow White herself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Wh— uhhh, no ! If that was good enough, I'd just use my phone and call it a day ! It's gotta be a stage light specifically, or it won't work. I think it's something about the heat, but... I dunno.” 

⠀⠀⠀⠀"On a technical level, you're asking for a lot. Big spotlights that don't generate too much heat, or draw too much power? Definitely a big ask... ... But, it does matter to you a lot, right?"

⤷@whitememory— ofiuco u !

⠀⠀⠀⠀… Snow White keeps her focus on the blueprint-in-progress on her desk, but that pencil very clearly started to slow down as the request fully sinks in. Her expression remains hard to read, but she finally makes a soft sound of acknowledgement before putting the pencil down. Now she’s shifting her chair over to the adjacent work desk, opening a drawer… and pulling out a specific, basic item that’s then tossed over to Anis. “You’re asking for a flashlight, Anis. With a battery, or two. … A lot more if you want a stage illuminated.”

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀I believe the sugar content far outweighs the energy benefit,⠀❜  ⠀Dorothy remarks, still taking the offered chocolate with a sigh regardless.   ⠀❛ ⠀Still, very generous of you.⠀❜ 

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hmm— That sounds a bit like sarcasm." Sharing rations and supplies is simply natural, of course. She can't think of any times where she was stingy with such important matters. Never. Now, she's closing her back stuffed to the brim with assorted sweets, the small handful given to Dorothy should suffice. "The sugar content is the energy benefit for Nikkes, you know. Anything and everything helps."

⠀⠀⠀⠀“ 'Mister Ratio' ? Alright, who taught you that ?? You aren't even using it right— ! ” She knows Snow White's probably just baiting her, but damn, it's working... Maybe this is a sign she needs more food. Another clean plate for Anis— swiftly being piled with meat, seeing as the Pilgrim could easily clear it out on her own if she wanted.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"...?" She had to stop for a moment, a difficult feat in itself— but that statement was just too odd for Snow White to not give pause before responding. "... Anis, the term 'ratio' has always been a thing in mathematics. I'm not sure why that man took it for a name, but— are you sure you're okay? ... The Ark still teaches math, right?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Ohhhkay. Yeah, you're fine. I'm sure that whatever chemical you just chugged makes you think that that's what happened. I believe that you believe it. … Hey, don't hog the meat— ”

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I'm certain that it was champagne, and it wasn't tampered with. I don't think Ratio would be wanting to drink harmful chemicals that others could also drink." Another bite. "... Oh right, his name is Mr. Ratio. Also, you can get your own plate— there's plenty to share."

   ⠀ “Hey, thanks for noticing. By the way, are you having a stroke ?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀"... Nikkes can't have strokes, Anis. Unless it's psychosomatic. I thought you understood the basics. ... You're welcome, by the way." Another big bite of some meat, to assert dominance of course.

⤷@whitememory— wintertide ball !

⠀⠀... Half of that was said while trying to shovel more food into her mouth, it's impressive that she didn't end up spewing pieces of food everywhere.

❝ No. I put it on myself before arriving here. ❞ was he being serious? well, his tone was definitely in earnest. ❝ After all, it isolates my five senses, allowing me to think without too much interruption. And secondly? I don't have to set eyes on stupid people. ❞ his gaze shifts towards a specific trailblazer who seems to have had a little too much, though he wouldn't exactly say she was part of that equation... maybe more so acting like it in the moment. ❝ Nor do they have to see me, of course. ❞

⠀⠀Once again, the earnest tone makes her intent a little hazy to discern.

HE HARDLY MOVES EVEN WITH THE MOTION, noting the way grease from that piece of meat glistens on her fingers. it's a little more than he'd expect, but better than anything else someone can do. so, he finally moves, letting her take the drink, this time crossing his arms over his chest. ❝ Can I be of assistance? ❞ no, the plaster head was not coming off. not yet, at least.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"— Oh. So, you can talk? That's good." Her stoic expression wavered for just a moment, but otherwise she remained calm even once "caught" by the masked individual. She still keeps the glass in her metal fingers, careful to not break it while weighing her current options. "That was going to be my question for you. ... Is that plaster stuck on your head? Did you try on a decoration piece, and now you can't get it off? That's unfortunate, but hopefully you learned your lesson now." ... It's difficult to tell if she's being deadpan or genuine, either one could be true.

DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE PLASTER HEAD. that isn't a statue for decoration in the host's place but, rather, a living, breathing person. not only that, but he has a drink in hand. how is he even going to drink that thing with that headpiece? maybe you should ask him and find out as he observes everything.

⠀⠀... This is a human standing before her, yet she feels like she still needs to check. Snow looks around to see that no one else looking this way for now... then she brings a hand out of her cloak to— Ah, right. First, she eats the piece of meat that was being held in that hand to free her fingers. After that few seconds of pause, now she raises the hand up to slowly wave it up and down the plaster head's gaze. Any reaction at all...? ... Would he move if she tried taking the drink? So oddly still, almost unnerving...

⤷ @whitememory.

⠀⠀But only a few. Maybe four. Or three. At any rate, the freshly unwrapped piece of chocolate is being offered to the fellow Grimms model, with Snow's expression remaining stoic— as serious as ever, aside from the small food stains around her lips.

" Well then, I'm sure we could! Hopefully by then I have more than just my bat. Not that it can't do the job but against something giant and metal, it may just give it a scratch." as the other scavenges inside, stelle looks around outside, but her eyes spot nothing worth to her. " Ah, wait, I forgot to ask. What is it you're looking for exactly? If I knew, I may be able to pick a better location for us to look." after all, she spent a week or so here scouting the dumpsters.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"One way or another, I'll be ready by then." She delivers the line so seriously, in sprite of the stray bits of trash clinging to her cloak when she pops back up. Her bag of goods is gradually getting filled up with various metal pieces, the material is the only consistent part of the assortment so far. "For the moment, I'm not being too picky about materials. So long as it's metal, I can find a use for it later on. If there's anything that looks like a discarded firearm, even just parts of one, all the better."

she doesn't use it too often anymore but it is always there, whenever needed. "Consider it like steel tempered by a material to make it stronger than any known man-made metal."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"... I suppose you don't have any spare material for me to analyze or melt down." A few possibilities for firearms come to mind with such abnormal material, but precious few resources shouldn't be taken or wasted so casually. "I have a comrade that would have loved to see this blade herself. She might have even challenged you... She didn't come across many melee-focused opponents in our world."