[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmU0YjRiYi5Rbkp2YjJ0c2VXNGdVbTl6WlhabGJIUSwuMAAA/south-gardens-personal-use.regular.png[/img] [indent][indent][sub][color=gray]I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/center] Brooklyn had taken some time to gather ingredients from around the kitchen and pantry. The group had been excellent at keeping food, both fresh and dry. The only thing the young woman had really been craving that they had not found yet, were fresh eggs. Raising her head she watched Conrad pick up a few food items. She assumed that he was going to cool off like she had done earlier, but when the sound of the explorer starting could be heard from outside. Brooklyn's stomach sank. Maybe he was going for another supply run? Perhaps a solo scouting mission? She would keep this assumption until otherwise. Jorel's voice calmed Brooklyn's voice from the anxiety that had risen in her over the course of the day. [color=e3b3ba][b]"I don't think he's coming back Jorel."[/b][/color] she spoke, her gray eyes steady on his. She couldn't move her lips without a bit of pain, she assumed it would be sore for at least a few days, hopefully less if she nursed it and kept her usual chatter to a minimum. [b]"I know. Our group's a mess, so he up 'n' left. No worries, I prevented him from taking too much, though Sam'll kill me for letting him take a plant or two,"[/b] Jorel said, leaning on the kitchen bench with a deep sigh. Brooklyn shook her head, she couldn't believe Conrad would do that to them. Sam would definitely be pissed. Changing topics, trying to stay positive in the loss of their friend, Brooklyn motioned to the several ingredients. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Fish stew. Hopefully it'll warm everyone up in more ways than one."[/b][/color] Jorel rubbed his eyes and groaned. [b]"God damnit, how does so much shit even happen in one day? Fuckin' hell."[/b] He remained motionless for a few seconds, then turned around to the knife block, pulling out the smaller of the group. He returned to the prep bench, knife in hand. [b]"A'ight, toss 'em here."[/b] Brooklyn could rely on Jorel to always help her. She slid over a few of the fresh fish her and Sam had caught earlier and got to work on the other parts of the stew. First garlic; taking a couple of cloves and a pinch of salt Brooklyn began to mash the ingredients into a paste in the bottom of her bowl. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Put the fish in there when you're done Jorel, please."[/b][/color] she asked of him politely before filling their only large soup pot with just a small bit of some of their purified water. She began to heat the water in medium heat on their gas stove. She began with adding some onion, celery and carrot with a little more salt and a bit of other seasonings. When the onions became tender- she would proceed to add the pureed garlic and fish. Brooklyn lost herself in her cooking, stirring the mixture occasionally as the aromatic smells filled the entire cabin. After about five minutes Brooklyn added a diced tomato, stirring until they cooked down. Potatoes and more seasonings would be added for the heartiness of the meal, after which Brooklyn would turn the heat to low, covered and left. Dinner would be ready in about a half hour. Hopefully in this time the cabin would calm down and everyone could enjoy a loving meal together. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Thank you."[/b][/color] she nodded to Jorel, appreciative again, as leaned against a counter away from the stove.