Yeah, I think chamomile is some kind of flower. I think there's a few other ingredients ...like something called feverflower? I was having some headaches a few weeks ago and the healer types I know recommended it.
[So yeah, it's a little bit medicinal. Sorry man.]
Anyway, Heimr at the general store probably has like, actual normal tea you can get. The weather hasn't exactly let up since the beginning of the month, but once you're ready to leave, I can show you how to get to town.
I've heard of them before, just...never been able to try it.
[Such herbs were not among the precious selection of Earth plants the Stratospheric brought along on its one-way trip. That space was generally reserved for crops and a few of the Chief Cultivator's favorite flowers.]
Normally this place has all kinds of stuff growing, but the winter basically ruined all that. It's a huge bummer.
[To Dys admission, Dipper quickly waves his hand. He certainly didn't plan to kick him out or anything.]
There's no rush, man. It's awful out there and our house happens to be on the outskirts of town, so you are not the first person to come knocking at our door. I'd much rather people chill out here for a while then freeze trying to reach the Grove proper.
[There's a pause that seems wary somehow, like he's searching for any hint of insincerity in that reassurance. Most people usually prefer for him to move along quickly. Everyone's happier that way, himself included.]
...It's fine. You can just point me towards the nearest shelter aside from your quarters here. Or maybe somewhere I can just find more seasonally-appropriate gear.
[Frankly, he'd still be out there in the woods if he was at all equipped for this weather.]
[And that's fair. Dipper catches that look and tries to continue looking as nonthreatening as possible. He gets being wary of kindness, really he does.]
No problem. If you want somewhere to stay, the Inn is where most everyone lives. No one's actually running it so you can just grab whatever room and stay. For clothing that's gonna be Heimr's shop, which I mentioned before. He can get you taken care of easy.
[Dipper drinks down the rest of his tea and stands up.]
I'm not gonna make you stay, but you should probably at least be dry before heading out again. Luckily the Grove really isn't a far walk, ten, maybe fifteen minutes with the weather.
[Dys grimaces slightly, eyes flicking towards a window and the storm raging outside it. Fifteen minutes would normally be no big deal, but in this weather? In a sleeveless shirt??]
...I'll finish drying off, then. Maybe the snow will die down some in that time.
[Hm. Dipper is getting the sense that this guy doesn't like asking for help. He really doesn't want to let him go out into the cold like that, but if he comes on too strongly, he might scare this guy off.]
[Sometimes he really feels Mabel's absence in moments like this. She probably would have found a way to phrase it right.]
Maybe. Hold on a second, I'll be right back.
[He'll scurry off, Dys might hear the faint sound of him tromping up the stairs. He'll be back in like five minutes, provided Dys doesn't try to bounce while he's gone.]
[It's a valid concern. He does have a tendency to just disappear sometimes. Fortunately, common sense about his chances of survival in this weather are outweighing the sensation of needing to crawl out of his skin dealing with people.
So he just nods quietly and waits. When Dipper returns, Dys is sitting close to the fire and fussing with what appears to be some kind of small hologram projection emanating from his palm.]
[Dys' eyes flick back up as Dipper returns and he casually turns off whatever the holo-thing is – clearly not a secret or anything, and it appears to have come from a device embedded directly in his hand.]
Oh. Uh...if you're sure.
[There's an odd twist to his mouth like he doesn't even know how he's supposed to react to this. Hell, he'd probably just turn down the favor in better circumstances, but common sense dictates he should just accept the goddamn coat.]
[Yes, he was hoping this guy wouldn't be so stubborn that he'd be stupid about it. This guy strikes him as ...pragmatic, which hopefully means if something is logically laid out, it's hard to decline. It's almost like Dipper has known people like this in the past-]
I am, and this is definitely one of my spares, so not having it for a few days won't be a problem. Just return it when you don't need it anymore, and we're good man.
[A thumbs up.]
I've got an experiment in the kitchen I'm working on, so just let me know when you're ready to go, and I'll show you how to get to town.
["Pragmatic" is definitely an accurate assessment. Dys accepts the coat with a little nod, and he can't help but examine the garment idly. The fabric and construction is just a little off from anything he's ever seen before, and it's...weird.]
[It's a black coat that's about knee length, maybe shorter depending on Dys' height. The construction of it does seem pretty old fashioned, like something out of a period drama. However the fabric itself is unique, like it was woven so tightly together that it might repel water very well. This is the coat Dipper wore to Zahliyaquest and was the coat he'd woken in the Grove with. Clothing from Trench is often made to repel blood, which makes them great for both rain and snow, as it turns out!]
I'm trying to perfect a curry recipe. I'm on try like ...I dunno, twelve? Curry is surprisingly complex!
Oh, uh, I wouldn't say that. I do cook a lot, it's actually great for stress, but I'm not the only one who cooks here. I do work at the cafe, though. So I guess, since we make a lot of the food the Grove eats, maybe you're kind of right...? Huh. I never thought about it like that.
[Sorry, he was raised in anti-capitalism land where most of the food is provided communally, so this answer sounds perfectly normal to him even if he doesn't really understand the confusion.]
Good to know, I guess. It'll probably be hard to forage or hunt or anything in this weather.
[Rip Dys, you are about to learn about capitalism. Luckily its like. Baby capitalism here. It could definitely be worse.]
Yeah, honestly this winter has really sucked. I wasn't here last year to see how different it was, but from what everyone else has said, this one's been pretty bad. I know we still have a functioning greenhouse right now, but the cold totally wiped the gardens.
[He is quick to wave a hand though, because he realizes how dire that sounded.]
We still have plenty of food, though, so don't worry. No one is starving here. We have ways of getting stuff in, it's just we lost a lot of the stuff we'd planted ourselves.
[That isn't sarcasm. He doesn't think he's ever dealt with a famine, actually. Food scarcity sure, where you had to make substitutes for certain staples but nothing that was just straight up No Food At All.]
[Well, okay. That week during the apocalypse where he had to eat a rat to live was pretty bad, but that wasn't a whole famine. That was just Bill ending the world for a week. It's probably different.]
Yeah, we should be fine. Like, a lot would have to start failing on us to put us in famine territory, I think. Anyway, you want some curry? It's taking over my kitchen.
[There's a slight tensing of his jaw, eyes narrowing a little like he's still suspicious it might be sarcasm regardless, but he lets it go.]
Careful not to jinx it.
[He's seen firsthand how quickly it all can fall apart ever all. You never know when local xenofauna might get at your food supplies or systematically target your fields and greenhouses to starve you out.
At the offer, there's another glance towards the window like the snow might have abated in the last few minutes, but it looks as miserable as ever, and after a moment he shrugs noncommittally.]
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[So yeah, it's a little bit medicinal. Sorry man.]
Anyway, Heimr at the general store probably has like, actual normal tea you can get. The weather hasn't exactly let up since the beginning of the month, but once you're ready to leave, I can show you how to get to town.
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[Such herbs were not among the precious selection of Earth plants the Stratospheric brought along on its one-way trip. That space was generally reserved for crops and a few of the Chief Cultivator's favorite flowers.]
I'll get out of your hair soon. Sorry about this.
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[To Dys admission, Dipper quickly waves his hand. He certainly didn't plan to kick him out or anything.]
There's no rush, man. It's awful out there and our house happens to be on the outskirts of town, so you are not the first person to come knocking at our door. I'd much rather people chill out here for a while then freeze trying to reach the Grove proper.
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...It's fine. You can just point me towards the nearest shelter aside from your quarters here. Or maybe somewhere I can just find more seasonally-appropriate gear.
[Frankly, he'd still be out there in the woods if he was at all equipped for this weather.]
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No problem. If you want somewhere to stay, the Inn is where most everyone lives. No one's actually running it so you can just grab whatever room and stay. For clothing that's gonna be Heimr's shop, which I mentioned before. He can get you taken care of easy.
[Dipper drinks down the rest of his tea and stands up.]
I'm not gonna make you stay, but you should probably at least be dry before heading out again. Luckily the Grove really isn't a far walk, ten, maybe fifteen minutes with the weather.
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...I'll finish drying off, then. Maybe the snow will die down some in that time.
[Probably wishful thinking, but he can dream.]
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[Sometimes he really feels Mabel's absence in moments like this. She probably would have found a way to phrase it right.]
Maybe. Hold on a second, I'll be right back.
[He'll scurry off, Dys might hear the faint sound of him tromping up the stairs. He'll be back in like five minutes, provided Dys doesn't try to bounce while he's gone.]
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So he just nods quietly and waits. When Dipper returns, Dys is sitting close to the fire and fussing with what appears to be some kind of small hologram projection emanating from his palm.]
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[He spots him looking at the hologram, decides against calling attention to it for now.]
So, I don't think we're the same size exactly, but one of my coats should fit you enough to at least get you to town without contracting hypothermia.
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Oh. Uh...if you're sure.
[There's an odd twist to his mouth like he doesn't even know how he's supposed to react to this. Hell, he'd probably just turn down the favor in better circumstances, but common sense dictates he should just accept the goddamn coat.]
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I am, and this is definitely one of my spares, so not having it for a few days won't be a problem. Just return it when you don't need it anymore, and we're good man.
[A thumbs up.]
I've got an experiment in the kitchen I'm working on, so just let me know when you're ready to go, and I'll show you how to get to town.
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"Experiment"?
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I'm trying to perfect a curry recipe. I'm on try like ...I dunno, twelve? Curry is surprisingly complex!
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Does that mean you're in charge of cooking here?
[It'd be good to know where to go for food, if he's really stuck here for an extended period of time.]
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Oh, uh, I wouldn't say that. I do cook a lot, it's actually great for stress, but I'm not the only one who cooks here. I do work at the cafe, though. So I guess, since we make a lot of the food the Grove eats, maybe you're kind of right...? Huh. I never thought about it like that.
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Good to know, I guess. It'll probably be hard to forage or hunt or anything in this weather.
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Yeah, honestly this winter has really sucked. I wasn't here last year to see how different it was, but from what everyone else has said, this one's been pretty bad. I know we still have a functioning greenhouse right now, but the cold totally wiped the gardens.
[He is quick to wave a hand though, because he realizes how dire that sounded.]
We still have plenty of food, though, so don't worry. No one is starving here. We have ways of getting stuff in, it's just we lost a lot of the stuff we'd planted ourselves.
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It's fine. I've lived through a famine before. You don't sound too bad off if you still have a working greenhouse.
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[That isn't sarcasm. He doesn't think he's ever dealt with a famine, actually. Food scarcity sure, where you had to make substitutes for certain staples but nothing that was just straight up No Food At All.]
[Well, okay. That week during the apocalypse where he had to eat a rat to live was pretty bad, but that wasn't a whole famine. That was just Bill ending the world for a week. It's probably different.]
Yeah, we should be fine. Like, a lot would have to start failing on us to put us in famine territory, I think. Anyway, you want some curry? It's taking over my kitchen.
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Careful not to jinx it.
[He's seen firsthand how quickly it all can fall apart ever all. You never know when local xenofauna might get at your food supplies or systematically target your fields and greenhouses to starve you out.
At the offer, there's another glance towards the window like the snow might have abated in the last few minutes, but it looks as miserable as ever, and after a moment he shrugs noncommittally.]
Alright.