the keeper's cottage · day 301 · night

Evening Dinner and Gear Check

The wind howls against the cottage walls as the tide reaches its peak. You sit together at the table, the smell of boiled limpets filling the small space.

The morning air is warm and dry, a light onshore breeze carrying the scent of salt moving inland. The tide is receding, exposing the slick rocks of the pools near the shore. Inside the cottage, the smell of boiled sea beet and drying mint lingers as the pair prepares for the day.

🌿 Jenny08:20

They're a bit salty tonight.

Push a limpet around the plate with a fork, avoiding eye contact.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is louder than the wind. I can't even look at the limpets without thinking about how they cling to rocks just to survive.

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🔧 Kevin08:20

Tide was high when I pulled them. More seawater in the meat.

Pick up my fork and eat a limpet, watching her from the corner of my eye.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the limpets. The wind's been up all afternoon and she's been quiet since we came in from the garden. Whatever's sitting in her chest, it isn't salt.

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🌿 Jenny08:22

(A short, sharp laugh) Since when do you care about the mineral content of a mollusk?

Lean back in the chair and watch him chew.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying. Or he's just hungry. Either way, the proximity feels like a challenge.

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🔧 Kevin08:22

Since you made a face at the first one.

Set the fork down and reach for the tin mug of tea, steam curling against the window glass.

💭 peek at the thought

There's the bite. She's been waiting to take a swing at something all evening. I could match it or swallow it — either way she wins because she made me choose.

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🌿 Jenny08:24

I didn't make a face. I was evaluating.

Reach for my own mug and wrap both hands around it for the warmth.

💭 peek at the thought

He's paying attention. That's almost worse than him ignoring me.

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🔧 Kevin08:24

You looked like you bit into something sour.

Push the mug back toward her, then lean forward and rest my elbows on the table, waiting to see if she'll say what's really on her mind.

💭 peek at the thought

She's cold. Not from the night air — the stove's still throwing heat. This is the kind of chill that settles in the bones after too many days of saying nothing that matters.

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