[Voice]

[clockworkkeeper]

Found some berries on a walk. Picked them from the stalk. Brought them home for tea. Made a pie for three. Enough berries for more. Maybe even four.

[There's a hum from the man as he thinks things over. He's not all that sure people would want his pies but best mention them anyway.]Safe to eat. I didn't get sick at all. Could make jam instead but

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[Voice]

[fallforthesky]

[She remembers this man's voice. He'd seemed kind of out of it the last she'd talked to him. Tiredly:] That's good, but... where did you find an oven?

[Voice]

[clockworkkeeper]

[His voice brightens up a bit hearing Lena. He remembered her as a friend of Allen's.]

Made one! Well.. Kind of. A hot box. Used what I had with the oven in my room and modified it.

[Voice]

[fallforthesky]

[Likewise, Lenalee perks up a bit hearing of this oven modification. It's been a long while since she'd had warm food, and her stomach takes the reigns for a moment.] You did? That's-- that's really good, actually. Something like that would be very helpful for everyone.

[Voice]

[clockworkkeeper]

[He is good for little tinkering things. Which... He needs to work on the generator more.]

Could try to do it... One for every floor? Just so everyone can have access to it.

[Voice]

[fallforthesky]

[The mere fact that they even have a generator for him to tinker with...]

Ah-- no, you don't need to worry about making one for every floor. [Now her tone slips into something a tad more sheepish.] Most only have one or two people living on them besides. What I meant was that even one hotbox would be a good thing for us all to be able to use.

...If you'd be all right with that.

[Voice]

[clockworkkeeper]

Don't mind sharing mine... Would be like back home. I'll have to clean up my place but if people want to use my hotbox they just need to ask. And I could give people more things I keep making.

[He made a little watch out of bits from others for Rhode but if Lenalee has a small wrist...]

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[fallforthesky]

[That offhanded mention of handing out little creations makes her straighten up, voice fading a little as if she's turned her face away from the PDA.]

...you're the one who gave Rhode her umbrella, aren't you? [And the one who got lost during the week with all the scratching sounds...] What other sort of things do you make?