[Tired and out of sorts though he is, Liem returns the smile that Quetzalcoatl directs his way when she offers to help him collect clutter for his home. When he still lived back in Oppara, his home there looked very much like this one (though of course not so run down) — but it had been filled with little tokens he had collected over the years of his life; mementos of people he'd known and places he'd been. Every time he had to pick them up when he was in the midst of cleaning, every time he glanced their way while he was doing paperwork, it was a little reminder of things in his life that had brought him joy, despite the hardships in between.]
I'd welcome your assistance.
[It is an acknowledgement in response both to that first offer, and to her suggestion that she help cook. For the moment, Liem places her divinity out of his mind — well, no, he can't really do that. But he sets it aside a little bit, as he leads her further into the house and opens up another set of curtains to reveal a worn but still serviceable kitchen. Because, diverting as he finds it to cook by himself, Liem learned to cook at the insistence and determined instruction of a good friend, and despite the decades and worlds that have removed that person from his life, he still loves the simple pleasure of cooking with another person.]
Though — there's really nothing for it.
[He sets his bag of pilfered supplies down on the dusty countertop, fishes out some soap, and sets it down next to the sink. The faucet might not work, but he doesn't need it. Even at a fraction of his normal magical ability, he can still summon the water to rinse out the basin, and then once it's plugged, begin to fill the whole thing.]
We're going to need to do the dishes first. [Still in the midst of conjuring, he gestures towards a cupboard with his other hand. He has a few things gathered from the city, but they may as well take stock of what's available here as well.] Might you check to see if any of mine are still serviceable?
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I'd welcome your assistance.
[It is an acknowledgement in response both to that first offer, and to her suggestion that she help cook. For the moment, Liem places her divinity out of his mind — well, no, he can't really do that. But he sets it aside a little bit, as he leads her further into the house and opens up another set of curtains to reveal a worn but still serviceable kitchen. Because, diverting as he finds it to cook by himself, Liem learned to cook at the insistence and determined instruction of a good friend, and despite the decades and worlds that have removed that person from his life, he still loves the simple pleasure of cooking with another person.]
Though — there's really nothing for it.
[He sets his bag of pilfered supplies down on the dusty countertop, fishes out some soap, and sets it down next to the sink. The faucet might not work, but he doesn't need it. Even at a fraction of his normal magical ability, he can still summon the water to rinse out the basin, and then once it's plugged, begin to fill the whole thing.]
We're going to need to do the dishes first. [Still in the midst of conjuring, he gestures towards a cupboard with his other hand. He has a few things gathered from the city, but they may as well take stock of what's available here as well.] Might you check to see if any of mine are still serviceable?