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Bedside Manner (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Their new tent had been a godsend for her. Aside from the corner of collected items she had, there was room to cook in the middle. Being out on the road by herself for so long without access to food or medicine or even campfires had given her a new opinion of hot plates. They looked rather useless to her at the start of her journey, but soon enough they became necessary for heating water, combining chemicals, even cooking.

Yeast, flour, brahmin milk, deathclaw egg, sugar. That was a strict recipe she followed when making sweetrolls, and she mixed the ingredients together in a small bowl while the four hotplates she owned heated up. It wasn’t difficult to bake on these things, it only required some creativity. If the heat didn’t distribute itself anywhere but the bottom of the batter it would turn into a pancake, and that wasn’t what she wanted. She put a large glob onto each plate, and proceeded to cover them with wide-rimmed beakers that she usually used for heating water. With the hot air trapped around them, they would be forced to cook properly.

She frowned at the fact that she had neither the time nor utilities to make a dozen sweetrolls for Caesar, especially while he was sick, but at least this was something. She went back to picking out books. She was sure that he’d be able to appreciate all of her selections. They were her personal favorites. She never turned her eyes away from a good book. She’d share these with Caesar and maybe on future excursions she’d be able to bring him back even more.

Thirty minutes passed by quickly as she skimmed through her selections. The tent was filled with the scent of the nearly done sweetrolls. She regretted not being able to have any of them, but there was a greater good to be serviced. She found one of her stray gloves in the pile of her things and used it to lift one of glasses.

They were finished. It was time.

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