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ZOCOM wrote:

That curveball certainly did come out of nowhere. Vance didn't know how to react to that immediately. Annoyed? Maybe a little. Stressed? Yeah. Anxious? Absolutely. He wanted to start preparing for the problem that's infront of him, he wanted to tackle it and handle it now and here were the two of them trying to distract him with food of all things.

Stood under those trees, he couldn't help but feel a little spark of anger at this attempted diversion. But he knew he was letting himself get angry for nothing... They were doing everything they could to distract him. To help him. To keep him from letting Scotti's anger crush him and stop him from doing something stupid.

Because he totally would have by now if Alice didn't tell him that Heimrich had a plan.

They were helping him. They didn't have to. They really didn't. But they were. The least he could do is humour them and eat something to keep himself distracted.

Vance composed himself, tucking that growing spark of anger away deep inside him for later. A deep breath in, and out. Not exactly zen, but stable. "Yeah sure, I'd rather worry on a full stomach.." He says with an amused exhale of breathe through his nose. "... I hope you don't expect me to cook, I'm pretty much the more handsome twin of a spoilt noble. The only thing he could make was drawings, and I was good at gaslighting."

"Could you gaslight yourself into knowing how to cook?" Alice asks so innocently, covering her mischevious curling lip with her hand.

"We'll have to give it a try," Heimrich concurs. "Who knows? Maybe you were a master chef and just forgot."

With a mix of sass and light conversation the trio arrive at Heimrich and Alice's new home. It's a bit larger, expected for formerly belonging to an Alpha of the pack, though still a rustic and simplistic cabin home. They don't spend much time exploring, and drop their belongings in the living room along with the quilt before moving to the pristine and spotless kitchen. Spotless due to there being not a single crumb in it.

"Nothing... Don't know what I expected really. Whoever got the place ready probably ate everything in here during clean up." Heimrich closes the fridge door before looking at Alice and Vance, the former hopping up to sit on the counter. "We're not cooking anything until we find a store. We can get the basics in the village, like meat and veggies, but everything else would be a shopping trip."

"Well, what all is nearby?" Alice questions, lightly kicking her feet.

"Geographically not much, besides the Warrens." Heimrich leans against the fridge with his shoulder and crosses his arms over his chest. "Though I'd rather not head west. These forests extend for hundreds of miles in every direction. There's nothing besides other villages of werewolves and forest folk, like around Arcius." Heimrich refers to the outpost and its magic-adjacent neighbors moreso to Vance, as he would have experience with them from his and Duncan's shared memories of their days patrolling the Crimson Range. "Past the forest east are some more normal settlements, then East Vedran's endless cities. South is about the same, though both would have us closer to the law, which might be a problem given our strength levels. North of here's not as bad since it's approaching the mountains. Not as urbanized."

"Oh, Darly's up that way! I always wanted to visit their museum. Oh! And their breweries. Darly is rather famous for how many award-winning liquors and beers were created there." Having worked in her family's tavern back in Tropica Village her entire life, the interest in drink and how it is produced has certainly ingrained itself into her.

"They probably have some decent breakfast places to entrap tourists." Heimrich looks to Vance now, gauging his reaction. "What do you day? Want to go get caught in a tourist trap and have your first meal as a free man?"