overflow.

[flamebrand]

nsfw included in the threads! please skim through at your own risk...!

Comments

[recreatable]

I suspect you might try to force-feed me if I refuse, papa.

[flamebrand]

If you prove evasive, yes. The others worry too, you know.

[recreatable]

None as much as the worrywart figuratively before me.

I'll eat [ now that it's become a whole Thing ] but it's you who should be upping his portions, given your

[ ...

...

... ]

heft.

[flamebrand]

Now I'm beginning to suspect that you're the only one who's been looking at me impolitely.

[recreatable]

[ he looks at everyone impolitely, you ain't special ]

It's quite difficult to ignore the tree trunk constantly on the front lines of battle. You understand, mon arbre.

[flamebrand]

[ objectify him more king you deserve it ]

First your father, now a tree. I have a name, you know.

[recreatable]

I didn't mean to offend.

[ oh this is not a safe space to give fun french nicknames suddenly ]

I only meant that you're sturdy, like an old oak.

[flamebrand]

And as wide as a Portier, and as dull as a Sakapatate. Anything else?

[recreatable]

I was attempting charming impertinence about looking at you impolitely.

[ please it was a cOMPLIMENT ]

Clearly, I only achieved impertinence.

[flamebrand]

[ Laughing!! ] And I was trying my hand at humor. Clearly, we both need to work harder in our respective fields.

[recreatable]

I'm rusty. [ At, like, interacting with human beings. ] What's your excuse?

[flamebrand]

[ let's face it, Verso is shockingly well-adjusted for a guy who spent like 8 decades socializing solely with jabbering broom-people. ]

A tumultuous adolescence defined by death. [ wow ok clive

that said: ] I got over it.

[recreatable]

[ ... ]

Want to talk about it?

[flamebrand]

If you eat all your mushrooms.

[recreatable]

I'm old enough to be your grandfather, you know.

[ great-grandfather actually but who's counting... ]

But I wouldn't dream of insulting the chef.

[flamebrand]

I may not even burn the pot, this time.

[ Unlike the last time he was on cooking duty, when he almost burned the entire campsite down, let alone the pot. Shh. ]

I'll be back shortly. And thank you for your mushroom-related counsel.

[recreatable]

Remember: small speckles, not medium-small. [ There's a difference!! ] I'd rather you all didn't die tonight.

[flamebrand]

[ ... ]

On second thought, I might have you appraise my findings before I commit to cooking them.

[recreatable]

[ ... ]

I'll do the foraging.

[ gotta do everything my fucking self around here ]

[flamebrand]

[ 🥺🥺🥺 ]

No. You rest. I'll never get better at foraging if I don't try.

[recreatable]

You'll never get better if you die, either. I had a lot of close calls before I got good at it.

[ or maybe he just grew a tolerance...... ]

At least let me teach you. You know, poison mushrooms still give me a stomachache.

[flamebrand]

[ Clive reads this and thinks he definitely died a few times eating bad mushrooms, Founder help him. ]

...Alright. If you'd do me the kindness, I'd appreciate it.

I'm by the thickets near the cliff walls.

[ Staring at his basket with mounting suspicion. Are these small... or medium-small spots?????? ]

[recreatable]

[ I'M COOL WITH WRAPPING HERE IF YOU DESIRE... again no pressure to allow me to hold you hostage... but if a slide into action intrigues, Verso pops up next to the tree trunk that is Clive after a few minutes, glancing into his basket for what he's already foraged.

Gesturing to a few brown-capped mushrooms: ]

—Oh, no. You, uh, don't want to cook with these.

[ But he is pocketing them for himself. Don't worry about it. ]

[flamebrand]

[ i live in your inbox now........ Clive glances up when Verso sneakily insinuates himself into his space, and bows his head in greeting－

－before his expression shifts, first to disappointment (he really thought he had this!!!), then to surprise (hello????). ]

Ah. [ Gesturing for Verso to, like, hand the deathshrooms over. ] ―We should toss those over the cliff, then. [ Verso please he is so worried about you ]

[recreatable]

[ First of all, he's a grown man, and if he wants to recreationally poison himself, he has that right. Maybe he just wants to feel something!!! Second of all: ] It's not that sort of mushroom.

[ A deathshroom, he means. Not these ones, anyway. There's a very faint upwards curl to his lips, perhaps a bit amused at Clive's misunderstanding. (Admittedly, the interpretation isn't entirely unfounded.) ]

These ones will make you smell colors.

[ So unless Clive wants the whole camp to start tripping balls, it's probably wise not to put them in his stew. ]