"Do you have to wear the suit at the table?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"You mean apart from the fact that it smells like boiled piss?"
"That's hurtful."
"The question stands."
"Okay, you know how the life support system is equipped to support the wearer's respiration and circulation in emergencies?"
"I do."
"Well, I got pretty shot up out there last mission."
"You mean–"
"My armour is currently performing 80% of my biological functions."
"Jesus."
"I'm flattered, but I don't think I qualify – I was only clinically dead."
"I meant–"
"I know what you meant."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Docbot says I can take it off without dying again in six to eight weeks."
"Well, I guess that's our breakfast plans shot."
"What do you mean?"
"You can't exactly eat bacon and eggs without taking your helmet off, can you?"
"I can't, no, but the suit can."
"It can?"
"You, uh, might want to look away for this part."
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I pray you never stop Caturdays good sir, its one of my most defining experiences on 2023 tumblr. Came for the swords, stayed for the cats!
Thanks for the compliment! :-D
I've got no intention of stopping Caturday; last time I counted with any care, about 70% of my queued posts were of cats or in some way cat-related.
The rest are swords, armour and interesting old weapons, fountain-pens and writing, food, drink and making or consuming same, train travel, classic cars and the many other things that interest me.
There are also crossovers, sometimes fanciful...
...sometimes realistic.
This ad reads "I no longer write like a cat..."
Since abandoning regular ballpoints in favour of gels and fountain pens, I no longer write like an inky-footed spider on a trampoline in an earthquake. I have been assured that this Is A Good Thing.
If bribed with treats, this cat will not knock your pen to the floor.
Probably.
The thing about cats in kitchens is that no matter how disinterested they appear to be...
...they're almost always Planning Something.
Here's one way a cat can be on a train.
Here's another.
Indoor travel is better.
And if a train's not available, try a car. A classic car, for preference...
That car is a Rover 12-P2 from the late 1940s; this one is a Ford Consul Mk 1 from the mid 1950s.
In profile, it looked like a jelly-mould...
Or a Jello mould.
Whatever...
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calling a JP series by its untranslated name has always been a debated topic in anime fan spaces, but i get it when that name is the longstanding one fans have worked with. or, the english/localized version of the name doesn't roll off the tongue as nice. while i call it Dungeon Meshi, and don't care to non-jokingly call it "Delicious in Dungeon," i can accept that that's the official english name if i mean to search up official works. Inversely I sometimes prefer the EN name and don't recognize the sometimes more-popular jp name, and get confused.
having said that; i think calling it Dungeon Food is insane. No one says that, where did you get this. dont say that in front of me
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I'm curious about the eating pick, how would you compare using it to using a fork?
It's a lot more fiddly - stab not scoop - and having used both a pick and a two-tine fork it surprises me that the three-tine fork with less space for things to fall through (or maybe even something like a modern spork) wasn't an immediate next step, rather than taking more than a century to arrive and then, AFAIK, only for fruit.
Medieval food was mostly eaten with knife-spoon-fingers, and the pick (again AFAIK) was used more like a carving-fork, to hold large pieces in place so they could be cut to spoon- or finger-size, than to convey those pieces to the mouth.
The well-researched "Wolf Hall" series shows Tudor table etiquette, eating with a spoon and with right-hand fingers kept clean by using the napkin worn on left shoulder or forearm.
Earlier table manners were similar; there's plenty of reference to hand-washing, napkins and so on.
IMO “The Private Life of Henry VIII” (1933) is probably to blame for the pop-history notion of “historical” dining involving whole chickens pulled apart with both hands and bones thrown over shoulders or onto the floor.
This link is to the full scene on YouTube, where the dialogue proves that it’s being done partly for comedy, and partly to show how nervous Henry made his court.
People in the Middle Ages didn't cut their food with daggers; yes, they'd have worn baselards or rondels or ballock knives because those were part of everyday costume (including women, there's pictorial evidence for it), but they wouldn't have used them at the dinner-table any more than they'd have used a sword.
I wonder sometimes if those who claim daggers were table cutlery know how big a medieval / Renaissance dagger could be, or how out-of-place it would look at a dinner table.
There's plenty of evidence for picks and small eating-knives as personal possessions. Here’s a 14th-century painting and a modern reconstruction of the thing on the belt.
...and another painting, “The Peasant Dance” by Breughel, showing both a big fighting-knife (Messer) and - worn by the red-hosed dancer in the middle - an eating-knife and maybe pick.
The armed man is also showing off (look at his hat!) that he owns a pewter or maybe even silver spoon...
Eating-knife and pick, collectively called "by-tools", could also be slotted into the scabbard of something bigger, such as that Messer in the Breughel painting as recreated by Tod Cutler...
...or a dagger like these Swiss ones...
...whose scabbard ornamentation with human figures proves how they were worn...
- horizontally (usually across the small of the back) so their decoration was right-way-up for proper admiration.
By-tools could be part of even larger weapons, a sword or Kriegsmesser (war-knife) like this one, which belonged to Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I:
Besides holding down or picking up food, a pick had other functions for which a knife with edges wouldn’t work as well such as an auger to drill holes in leather, or a fid or marlinspike for splicing rope or laces.
By the mid-1500s, people on the cutting edge (hah!) of fashion started to carry the ornate version of that little eating-knife-and-pick sheath; they had a “dining trousse”, personal table cutlery with its own separate case or scabbard, and a REALLY stylish trousse might even include the latest toy, a fork.
But that was often regarded as a pointless (hah!) affectation, because after all, everyone had fingers...
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