the keeper's cottage · day 241 · evening

Evening Meal Prep

The rain continues to drum on the roof as you sit by the stove to clean the limpets. The tank is now at capacity, and the barometer continues to drop.

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🔧 Kevin23:10

Pot's hot. Water's clean. You want the first batch or should I?

clean limpets at the kitchen table, working methodically with the small knife to remove the dark visceral mass and rinse each one in the bowl of fresh water

💭 peek at the thought

The rain's steady now, not the driving sheets from earlier. Tank's full — that's one less thing. Barometer at 991 and still dropping though. Front's coming proper. Ankle's throbbing with the pressure change. These limpets need cleaning before the grit ruins them.

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🌿 Jenny23:11

You do it. I can't keep my hands steady.

Reach for the damp cloth and press it against my swollen ankle, wincing as the cold hits the heat.

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My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain, and I can't even hold the knife.

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🔧 Kevin23:12

Right. You sit. Elevate it on the porch rail — higher than your heart.

clean the limpets efficiently, knife separating foot from shell, discarding the dark coils, rinsing the meat in the fresh water bowl, piling clean portions onto the plate

💭 peek at the thought

Her hands are shaking. Has been since the tide pools. Cold, exhaustion, something else. She won't say. I'll clean the limpets, get food in her, then wrap the ankle proper with the fresh cloth and elevation.

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🌿 Jenny23:13

It's high enough. Just... don't burn them.

Watch his hands work the shells, counting the rhythms of the knife against the ceramic.

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He thinks elevating it fixes the world, but the dock is still rotting and the boat is out.

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🔧 Kevin23:14

Won't burn them. Two minutes. You counted the limpets?

drop the cleaned limpets into the pot of boiling water, set the timer by instinct, wipe the knife clean, reach for the cast iron skillet to reheat the corned beef fat

💭 peek at the thought

She's counting. Grounding herself. Good. Limpets cook fast — two minutes in boiling water, no more, or they turn to rubber. Corned beef fat's still in the skillet from lunch. That'll give them flavour.

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🌿 Jenny23:14

Five. Five in the tin left.

Lean back against the cold stone of the wall, watching the steam rise from the pot.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm so hungry I could eat the sketches, but the smell is already making me dizzy.

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🔧 Kevin23:16

Five limpets, two portions. Three for you, two for me. You need the iron.

scoop the limpets from the pot after two minutes, divide them onto two enamel plates — three on hers, two on mine — spoon corned beef fat over each, set her plate on the table beside her

💭 peek at the thought

Five limpets. Five tins of mackerel. Corned beef's down to five tins too. Coffee's sealed. Flour's gone — rats. Potatoes in the crate, half planted. Garden's holding. Food's not the problem yet. But the barometer's still dropping and the supply boat's three days out in weather that's turning.

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🌿 Jenny23:17

Thanks.

Take a small, shaky bite, the salt and fat hitting my tongue while my stomach growls.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so careful with the plates, like they're made of glass today.

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