"So, Mantis? I thought somebody was mixing up something good."
A familiar visitor enters, recognizable with his dark clothes and black hair. Ben Solo's at a relaxed posture, more than he usually is. He sniffs the air - he knew he'd smelled something good and followed the scent here. It smells sweet - and while he can't tell exactly what Mantis is making he sees the fruit and the sugar. His friend's in the middle of making something.
Ben's a semi-regular visitor at Mantis's home by now, partly because Mantis is one of the Nexus inhabitants he gets along with the best. Mantis looks like he's hard at work making whatever's going into those jars, so Ben quietly finds himself a seat to watch curiously. He's learned a bit about cooking from his neighbor.
"If you're asking about the jam, you could always hang on to it. Winters in the Nexus can be harsh. I'm sure that when fall comes there are people who'd pay good money for a food supply. Or you could keep it for yourself as a personal store. That's a lot of fruit you have there."
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A familiar visitor enters, recognizable with his dark clothes and black hair. Ben Solo's at a relaxed posture, more than he usually is. He sniffs the air - he knew he'd smelled something good and followed the scent here. It smells sweet - and while he can't tell exactly what Mantis is making he sees the fruit and the sugar. His friend's in the middle of making something.
Ben's a semi-regular visitor at Mantis's home by now, partly because Mantis is one of the Nexus inhabitants he gets along with the best. Mantis looks like he's hard at work making whatever's going into those jars, so Ben quietly finds himself a seat to watch curiously. He's learned a bit about cooking from his neighbor.
"If you're asking about the jam, you could always hang on to it. Winters in the Nexus can be harsh. I'm sure that when fall comes there are people who'd pay good money for a food supply. Or you could keep it for yourself as a personal store. That's a lot of fruit you have there."