Snippet #1865004

They had been lucky. At least Ford consideret it luck. They had limped undisturbet to the nearest town, without incountering any monsters, mechanical bodies, or creatures of the night. And compared to the events of the rest of their week, that was pretty good. The town was peacefull and quiet, just what they had been needing. Coriander had even struck a deal with the medical college. Granted Fords arm still hurt, and the stiches seemed a bit tight here and there, but he couldnt complain. The sun was hight, and the market was full of life.

The market was just what every great chef dreamed of, lots of fresh meats and groceries, all packet with a smile and a blink in the eye. He remembered when his dad thought him the value of the freshness in cooking, every time he shot some game, he insisted on making the best meal he could make, he used to say that he owed it to the animal. Every time ford thought about his dad he smiled. Coriander certianly looked happy as well, so after a fair bit of consideration, he replied to her question. "The butcher shop seems like a good place to start, and i've missed bread too, so lets go there afterwards. But i would also like some fresh groceries, some spices, and maybe some milk. Eggs are really hard to carry around though, they always tend to break. Maybe we should look after medical gear and ammonition as well? Doesent your machines use bullets?.

After a fair bit of shopping they accomplished to buy a nice lump of veal, some wild boar cut into dices, salt preserved of course, a nice big round bread, some milk, potatoes, onions, lettuce, carrots, and finally a bit of spices and herbs. It had been too long since Ford bought anything, at first he wanted to pay far too much for the veal, since he had no idea how valiable the gold coins he had found was. He thought the carrots he had bought was selleri, and when it came to bread he was useless. He remembered his dad saying something about squishing the groceries before buying, that way it was easier to determine the freshness that way. But since that didnt emply to bread, he ended up crushing a loaf of bread between his hands. The shopkeeper wasnt to happy about it, but they still got to buy a really nice round bread. He just hoped it lived up to the cravings of his partner.

They both sat down on a bench, worn out, with Fords wounds burning a little bit, but they where happy. It was more fun than they had seen in days. There was something special about markets, something nice and home like, with deacent hard working people serving one the best they could. Ford drank a yellow liqued, it was supposebly some sort of apple juice, but with a bit of alcohol in it. Not enough for him to feel tipsy, but enough to make him smile a little wider. It was a typical marked drink, and it could be bought cheaply at the stalls. He looked at Coriander and noticed the wrench, she still held on to that thing? but then he thought to himself that it might come in handy. He then remembered, they had not managed to look at medical gear yet, and wasnt most of Corianders clothes still at the buttom of the ruins. He didnt know how to ask her, maybe it was not his place, but he thought to himself that they where on a freind basis now, so these things should be acceptable to speak of. He asked about her clothes, and if they where still missing, and if they should get her some new ones. He could actually use some as well, since he had been walking around in these as long as he could remember. And since medicine wasnt really his field, he asked if she knew anything about what was good to buy. He sat and enjoyed the rest of his drink. "oh and bullets, we will need some bullets too"