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the keeper's cottage · day 589 · midday

Midday at the cottage porch

Kevin arrives at the porch with the coffee jar and beeswax, setting up to re-seal the threads. Jenny hobbles up from the beach, bucket of limpets in hand, and sets a pot on the stove. The tin marked 'E' sits at the shrine, unopened. The barometer reads 1004 hPa and the tide is high.

The warm rain continues its steady drum against the cottage roof, turning the earth outside into a slick, muddy slurry. Inside, the smell of salt and damp wood fills the small space as Jenny prepares the harvest of limpets. Kevin watches the barometer, the needle dancing against the walls, feeling the weight of the falling pressure and the slow, creeping rot beneath the floorboards.

🌿 Jenny09:53

Don't over-melt the wax, Kevin. You'll ruin the seal if it bubbles.

Hobble to the stove and pour the limpets into the pot.

💭 peek at the thought
He's fussing with the wax again. I can't stand the vagueness of "getting it sorted"—either it's sealed or it isn't. My ankle is screaming, but the limpets need to be in the pot before the rain picks up.

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🔧 Kevin09:53

Wouldn't dream of it.

set the coffee jar and beeswax tin on the porch table, light the small spirit burner, and hold the wax tin a hand's breadth above the flame to melt it slow

💭 peek at the thought
She's right — beeswax scorches easy. Keep the tin above the flame, not in it.

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🌿 Jenny09:57

Good. I'm making the limpets. I hope you're actually hungry and not just playing with your tools.

Fill the pot with water and set it to boil on the wood stove.

💭 peek at the thought
At least he's listening for once. The air feels heavy; that barometer is still sliding. I need to eat something before I lose the strength to stand.

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🔧 Kevin09:57

Hungry. Crate work took it out of me.

dip a clean stick into the melted beeswax and carefully coat the coffee jar threads, turning the jar slow for even coverage

💭 peek at the thought
The limpets smell clean, brine and iron. My belly's been growling since the crate haul.

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🌿 Jenny09:59

Put the jar down and sit for a minute. The limpets will be ready in ten.

Stir the pot and check the heat on the stove.

💭 peek at the thought
He looks exhausted, but he's still obsessing over the jar. I can feel the pressure dropping in my sinuses; the rain is going to turn heavy soon.

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🔧 Kevin09:59

Ten minutes I can do.

set the coffee jar aside on the porch table to cool, wipe the stick on a rag, and pull out the wooden chair to sit with a groan of relief

💭 peek at the thought
The wax is setting clean. Good. She's not wrong — been on my feet since before dawn.

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