the keeper's cottage · day 742 · night

Evening Meal

They sit together at the small table, the warmth of the broth shared between them as the first heavy drops of rain finally hit the roof.

Kevin and Jenny shared limpet broth at the cottage table while rain streaked the windows and wind rattled the spruce branch across the garden path. They discussed the supply boat's arrival in two days and the drainage work needed on the north ridge, acknowledging the ground won't dry fast enough. Jenny's ankle remained bandaged and elevated, the infection responding to antibiotics.

🔧 Kevin00:23

Broth's good. Salt helps.

blow across the rim of my tin mug, watching steam rise

💭 peek at the thought

The rain's timing is almost convenient — gives us reason to stay put without saying it. Her hands are steady on the mug. That's something.

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🌿 Jenny00:23

It's the best we have right now.

Take a slow sip of the hot broth, feeling the warmth spread through my tired chest.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the salt is the cure, but it's the acidity that's killing everything on that ridge.

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🔧 Kevin00:24

Aye.

take a slow pull from my mug, feeling the heat hit the back of my throat, set it down careful on the table

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Two days of limpet broth and corned beef fat. Could be worse. Could be nothing.

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🌿 Jenny00:25

The wind's picking up.

Look out the window at the dark silhouette of the spruce branch blocking the path.

💭 peek at the thought

If that rain doesn't stop, the north ridge will be a mudslide by morning.

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🔧 Kevin00:26

Branch is spruce. Green weight. Won't shift easy wet.

glance at the window, then back to the dregs in my mug

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the branch, not the wind. Means she's thinking about the path to the ridge, the trenches, the work stalled. Not the storm.

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🌿 Jenny00:27

We need to clear the drainage before the boat comes.

Rub my hands over the warm tin of the mug, feeling the grit against my skin.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't even get to the beds, the seeds will just rot in the silt.

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🔧 Kevin00:28

Two days. Ground won't drain that fast.

trace a finger along the mug's rim, watching rain stripe the glass

💭 peek at the thought

Boat's two days out if the bar holds. Trenches on the north ridge need another half-day at least. Ground's saturated — every spadeful turns to soup. She knows this. She's asking me to say it's doable anyway.

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🌿 Jenny00:29

Then we start with the lime tomorrow.

Lean back in the chair, listening to the relentless drumming of the rain on the stone roof.

💭 peek at the thought

If I don't plant now, the grandmother's seeds are lost to the rot.

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