"Shouldn't be too hard to find." Tyler said, pulling his hand out of his pockets. He started to go off to search for flat stones, walking carefully across the forest floor, keeping his eyes out for the right stones.
“Well, I hope not. Otherwise the fish will be garnished with smoldering ash,” he said, also scanning the ground for a worthy rock.
((I'll have to be going soon. :P))
"I'm good at making smoldering ash." Tyler said in his serious way, only this time there his his tiny smile to soften it a little. He bent down to heft up a big flat rock to see if it would be good enough for cooking.
((Yeah, I will too. Amazing how the time creeps up on you :/))
Nate laughed, “Well, next time I enter the smoldering ash cook-off, you’ll be number one on my team.”
Tyler's smile faded a little, replaced by a look of concentration as he crouched low to the ground, setting down the first stone to smooth his hands over a new one. He hefted it up, feeling it in his hands for a moment, carefully weighing it.
"Sounds like something Leah would say." He said softly.
((Okay, I have to go now. It's been fun. Bye!))
((Yeah. This is one of my favorite RPs. Well, bye! Until next time.))
Nate hesitated, “…If you don’t mind my asking, what exactly happened?” He crouched down to inspect a few wild plants—trying to decipher whether they were edible herbs, “Obviously, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”
Tyler was silent for a moment. He just held the flat rock in his hands for a moment. He glanced up at the trees, anywhere but at Nate. He set the stone down to go pick up a different one.
Leah flashed through his mind, laughing as she climbed up a tree.
"Will this one do?" Tyler asked quietly, holding up a nice smooth flat rock.
Nate examined the rock, “Yeah, that’s perfect.” He picked a few plants he recognized, which was basically mint and lemon grass. He was going to apologize for his question, but stopped. It would probably make it seem even more awkward.
"Okay." Tyler nodded and carried the rock over to Nate. He set it down on the ground beside the con artist and glanced down at the plants he had gathered.
“Do you know anything about plants?” Nate asked, suddenly. “I’m used to buying herbs in little glass bottles. I’m about 90% sure these are edible.”
"Yeah, they're edible." Tyler said, picking up a few of the stems to examine them. He looked down at Nate. "Surprised you can recognize them." He said quietly. "Guess there are more herbs in the city than I thought."
“Yeah, no. I had to research for one of my bigger scams,” he laughed, “I was pretending to be an all-natural chef in this fancy restaurant. I had to make sure the food was good and not poison, so...hence my limited knowledge of the subject.” He smiled bigger, “Collecting herbs starts with C, if you didn’t notice.”
"I guess it does." Tyler smiled. It was his usual tiny smile. "I collect herbs pretty well. But that usually wasn't my area." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. He looked down at the tips of his hiking boots and then back up at Nate.
I take it that was more Leah’s thing. “Alright, time to get started on my five star meal,” he said, taking the rock to the stream to rinse it off. He returned and put it almost directly in the fire to heat up.
"You're doing alright for a city guy." Tyler said. He was almost surprised he'd said it. Even though it was only very slight, he hadn't been very much into joking around for a long time. He flushed a little, the very tips of his ears going pink.
Nate grinned. He must be influencing Tyler, for him to actually make an attempt at a joke. “I’d say you’re doing alright for a woodsman, but it doesn’t quite have the same effect,” he said, glancing at Tyler and noticing the pink in his ears. He chuckled. That proved beyond a doubt that it was a conscious joke. Nate was pretty proud.
"Let's get those fish taken care of." Tyler mumbled, shuffling his feet a little. He turned his head to look off to the side, over into the bushes as he waited for the blush in his ears to fade. His hands twitched nervously in his pockets.
After skillfully coating and stuffing the fish with herbs, Nate laid the fillets on his makeshift grill—along with a little water so it would sizzle. It just seems more professional that way. “There. All taken care of—for now. It’ll be a while until they’re fully cooked.”
"I know." Tyler nodded and sat down crosslegged on the ground. He looked over at the fish on the fire. It really did feel like old times, with food cooking and a shelter built. It seemed like Leah would come bursting out of the trees any moment, grinning and ready for action. But he knew she wouldn't.