[ the look that kaveh casts over his shoulder manages to both be half scathing and half decidedly fond. there are sumeran academics, and then there's whatever that alhaitham is. ]
We're shelving the discussion on mint plants to when we have a mint plant between us to murder. Fair enough? Preferably several so that we can take turn seeing if a living mint plant and a dead mint plant makes for superficial differences.
And do it, if you are asserting you aren't a coward. [ because there's a reason why kaveh and alhaitham get along: ] I would give up over onions, even if there were potatoes in the bargain. Name the first metric for when life ceases to become worth living, and I'll see if it's worth arguing against.
[ the debate slides along like so - the ebbing and flow of an argument batted about with the casual understanding that the stakes at play are so insignificant they aren't worth defending over. kaveh's hands don't quite cease. the onion is peeled. the meat is prepared. the rice is steamed after kaveh rigs a mechanism with a large bowl, a pot lid and a serving spoon, and soon, the apartment wafts with the scent of spices tossed over an oiled pan.
kaveh emerges from the tailend of the discussion on if a life is not worth living if sweets are not involved to say: ]
Sugar makes people happy! It is well-known that sugar is as addictive as some of the prescribed and controlled drugs, and even some of the weirder things that come out of Avidya Forest. It follows that sugar withdrawal is equally terrible. And do you know what else would make me happy? If you can make yourself useful for once and set the table. Or are we going to eat straight out of the pan like condemned undergraduates?
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We're shelving the discussion on mint plants to when we have a mint plant between us to murder. Fair enough? Preferably several so that we can take turn seeing if a living mint plant and a dead mint plant makes for superficial differences.
And do it, if you are asserting you aren't a coward. [ because there's a reason why kaveh and alhaitham get along: ] I would give up over onions, even if there were potatoes in the bargain. Name the first metric for when life ceases to become worth living, and I'll see if it's worth arguing against.
[ the debate slides along like so - the ebbing and flow of an argument batted about with the casual understanding that the stakes at play are so insignificant they aren't worth defending over. kaveh's hands don't quite cease. the onion is peeled. the meat is prepared. the rice is steamed after kaveh rigs a mechanism with a large bowl, a pot lid and a serving spoon, and soon, the apartment wafts with the scent of spices tossed over an oiled pan.
kaveh emerges from the tailend of the discussion on if a life is not worth living if sweets are not involved to say: ]
Sugar makes people happy! It is well-known that sugar is as addictive as some of the prescribed and controlled drugs, and even some of the weirder things that come out of Avidya Forest. It follows that sugar withdrawal is equally terrible. And do you know what else would make me happy? If you can make yourself useful for once and set the table. Or are we going to eat straight out of the pan like condemned undergraduates?