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lost in time.

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[ltbrownnoser]

"We'd fit just fine if we position ourselves just right, although perhaps that's not ideal for being clean..." she replies loftily, shrugging.

When Luther returns with the potatoes, Sarah smiles and moves to join him with two cutting boards and two knives, one of each which she gives to Luther. So they can each do some of the work. The more potatoes they add, the more sustaining the soup will seem, as far as she's concerned, so the more they can do, the better.

"Mate, I love music as much as the next bird, but if we get a generator, the first thing I want is a hot shower instead of a bloody cold one," she points out. "It would be nicer to be dancing to the same song, though, yeah?" she asks with a small smile as she gets to work chopping up the potato she's taken first after deciding she might as well leave the skin on for a little bit more...something, she guesses.

Considering briefly, Sarah shrugs. "Dunno, I never actually tried to recharge it in the 21st century," she says honestly. "Probably? But even if it's charged up, unless they've fixed the Vortex, that doesn't really change much, I'm afraid," she sighs. Still, maybe they have done, but without a charged Vortex Manipulator, there's exactly fuck all that Sarah can do to take advantage of it.

After a long moment as she quietly goes on chopping, Sarah speaks up again. "I miss alcohol," she confesses. "I'm not a lush, but Christ, I miss it a lot more than I thought I would. It's really nice at the end of a rough day and here, we haven't anything. Oh, and the Leisure Planets...fucking hell...I really miss those..."

[obediences]

Hearing her initial confession, Luther glances over from his spot at the counter, an eyebrow raised. "That's much easier to get a hold of than a generator or working music, though. I mean, we could fix that. There's got to be some wine cellars where some bottles are still intact. If we widen the search a little, we could probably scavenge some stuff."

At the inevitable surprised look from her — Luther Hargreeves, wanting to build a liquor collection? — he shrugs a sheepish shoulder. "It takes the edge off. I'd just started getting a taste for alcohol when the world ended. So I wouldn't mind a drink every once in a while, either."

He isn't ever planning on full-tilt drowning himself in a boozed-up haze again, but Sarah was right: just unwinding at the end of a rough day? Could be nice.

"And judging by past escapades, am I gonna be completely scandalised if you provide more details about Leisure Planets, or...?"

[ltbrownnoser]

Sarah first gives Luther a look of surprise that he might actually have an idea for this very thing. Then, it shifts into something closer to dubious. "I don't reckon it would be as strong as the stuff in my time, which is what I meant, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers, actually," she relents, giving him a small smile. Her eyebrows lift again, though, to circle back to her initial surprise.

"It does, agreed. You just seemed a lot more of the boy scout type to me, so I'm a bit surprised that you'd put any thought into not only looking for some but, from the sounds of it, gathering a small stockpile," she adds with a little laugh. Blimey, all this time with no one but Luther to connect with and he still finds ways to take her off her guard without even trying.

Humming a soft laugh, Sarah shakes her head and uses the blade of the knife to push the diced pieces of potato out of her way so that she can start on a second. "The Leisure Planets are just a cluster of small planets devoted to, well. Leisure. Some have themes. Think amusement park only an entire planet, yeah? Bit like that. Some are quite literally planet-sized theme parks, but others are more like giant all-inclusive resorts. There's one that would almost definitely scandalize you but I am heartbroken to report that I have never had the luck to be assigned to a mission there and the fees for a legitimate stay there are astronomical, so I'm afraid I can't tell you much about that one. Disappointing, that, given I love making you blush," she comments with a little smirk.

Sarah finishes with the potatoes and then adds hers to the makeshift stew. "I reckon once you finish and add yours, we can simmer it for a few hours. That should help make it a bit less...bland, I should think, but...I can crank the heat and get it done a lot sooner if you're hungry and don't want to wait. What do you say, Luther?" she asks, genuinely interested to know how he'd prefer to proceed. This isn't just about her, after all. She's increasingly growing comfortable with the idea that everything, now, is about them and not her. It's...an interesting change, to say the least.