Chara waves at him, a sharp quick slash of the hand that carries no meaning other than irritation. It's fine, they can get it themself. It's easier than starting a game of charades. Ha, charades.
There it is. The kitchen seems to restock itself with similar things.They drag out another large jar of preserved fruit and hoist it up onto the table, climbing up to sit on the edge next to it, popping the lid and plucking out the plums one by one with their bare hands to eat.
After a moment of cocking the head, thinking, they sigh and push the jar in his direction a little. They know Kubo is already cooking something, but he can take one while he works, if he wants.
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Date: 2016-11-30 09:55 am (UTC)There it is. The kitchen seems to restock itself with similar things.They drag out another large jar of preserved fruit and hoist it up onto the table, climbing up to sit on the edge next to it, popping the lid and plucking out the plums one by one with their bare hands to eat.
After a moment of cocking the head, thinking, they sigh and push the jar in his direction a little. They know Kubo is already cooking something, but he can take one while he works, if he wants.