#open ( mahia )

[rubiesintherough]

open --- mahia

       “ ------ Can beauty come out of ashes? “ 

[octoberscrye]

@rubiesintherough said:

"I think I am... Going to pass out..." ( Mahia / corvus )

Mahia had barely opened her mouth before Corvus had damn near launched himself off the couch. She really didn't have to say a damn thing. The tremble of her lower lip, the color draining from her face, and the slightest waiver in her step were enough to tell him exactly what was going on.

Years of living with a sister who frequently lost fights with gravity had definitely taught him the cues. His time knowing Mahia and her stubborn habit of pushing herself too hard only tuned those senses even harder. Corvus was at her side in less time than it took to draw in a breath. He caught her swiftly, scooping her up in a princess carry and pulling her close to his chest.

"Alright, little light, let's get you in bed." He murmured, kissing her forehead. He wrinkled his nose as he felt warmth there, more warmth than he was comfortable with.

"God, you stubborn, precious thing." All of his complaints were truely just affection and concern masking itself as irritation, mainly because he feared that showing too much worry would in turn make her feel guilty.

He was a wreck, and she was a mess, and they were making it work. Corvus carried her to his bedroom, gingerly setting her on the bed. His touch was gentle as he adjusted the pillows there, effectively making a barrier on the edge of the bed to prevent her from falling off if she moved to one side.

Old habits died hard.

"Hey, starling, look at me?"

[louisupdates]

Two nights sleeping outdoors in A Coruña to see Louis Tomlinson: "We come from Madrid"

More than a dozen fans of the former member of the band One Direction camp at the gates of Morriña Fest two days agoing the festival begins: "We want to be as close to the stage as possible"

Paula Mahia, July 24, 2024 10:01

[Translated from Spanish]

This morning it was surprising to see almost a dozen people camping in A Coruña at the gates of the Calvo Soleto pier in the port of A Coruña, where the Morriña Fest festival will be held on July 26 and 27. In the queue you could only hear about one person: Louis Tomlinson.

Fans of the former member of the boy band One Direction have traveled kilometers to "see up close" the last concert of the tour, which will be held this Friday in the Herculine city. Alba and Blanca are two friends who arrived this morning at the entrance of the festival: "We expected more people."

Three days and two nights after the port opened its doors to the festival-goers, these young women traveled from Madrid to take a place in line and "be as close to the stage as possible." In front of them sleep three other people, who have already spent their first night at the interperie. However, although they seem few, Alba and Blanca are numbers 24 and 25 on the list.

“Alang with the other girls there are another 10 people: they take turns to save space. The first person who arrives is the one who is in charge of distributing the numbers," the fans explain. The wait is made to beg to see the former One Direction unique and exclusive, although the truth is that many of them have already seen him perform live before, "but this is the last concert of the tour."

Blankets, food, and warm clothes: only one suitcase is what accompanies them in this stay. "We come directly from the bus station. Nine hours of travel from Madrid," they explain in unison excitedly. After spending the night on the bus, the young women will save the accommodation once here, since a mat and a couple of blankets will be their beds in the next 48 hours.

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slice 4

Alexander Sweetapple series

@idontknowreallywhy asked:

What would it take for your character to get into a fight?

I could have taken this many ways. I might still. But thi is what happened this time :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the late night read ::hugs you tight::

This is a male/male romance, so if that is not your thing, this isn't your fic.

The first 350 words of this were posted last night, here be the rest :D

I hope you enjoy :D

-o-o-o-

Virgil gripped the keep-cups a little tighter than he probably should. Especially as they were full of scalding hot coffee. But he was worried, and his flight down to Mahia may have been a little impulsive and over-reactionary.

Landing a four hundred and six tonne Thunderbird in the middle of the Tracy Industries R&D Facility at 3am was likely to get his butt toasted by a certain older brother.

As it was, several staff had come running out and he had had to wave them off.

No emergency. Everything’s fine. Sorry for waking you up.

Just need to check in on someone.

He’d probably made everything worse, come to think of it.

But they’d all wandered off back to bed. The one remaining person had been Fireman Fred and his expression had been far too knowing for Virgil’s comfort.

So he’d proven that the second eldest Tracy brother wasn’t perfect and possibly was a little far too smitten for his own good.

But it was the absence of one person that had him worried the most.

The housing apartments for employees were sufficiently upmarket to lure in talent to the business. Each employee had their own space, be it cabin or apartment.

Alex had opted for an apartment on the end of a row. It had been obvious the few times Virgil had been invited back to the engineer’s home that Alex spent little time there.

The man lived for his lab.

To the point that Virgil had initially headed towards that building only to be diverted by a nudge from Fred. “Erica kicked him out. He was makin’ a racket. Yelling at his computer like it had threatened his first born, or somethin’”

Virgil winced. Or somethin’

“Thanks, Fred.” A sigh. “Sorry for waking you up.”

The big man dropped a weary hand on his shoulder. “Yer a good one, son. Bein’ there when he needs yer. The rest, well, shi’ happens.” With that, Fred patted him once more on the shoulder, turned, and walked off into the darkness, presumably back to his quarters.

Leaving Virgil to make his own way to Alex’s home.

There was a light in the window, as he expected, but Virgil still approached the door with a little hesitation.

He didn’t ring the doorbell, only tapping on the wooden door.

Footsteps had Virgil straightening where he stood.

Alex flung the door open. “What?!” His eyes widened. “Oh! Virgil! Come in. Ohhhh, you brought coffee! I love you!”

Something in Virgil’s belly relaxed as Alex flung the screen door open and virtually dragged him inside. This was his Alex. He didn’t need to worry. It was all going to be okay.

“You on the way back from a rescue?”

Virgil handed him his coffee and couldn’t help but smile when Alex immediately scarfed half of it down. Probably not the best at 3am, but considering why Virgil was here, it was a gift of…some kind.

Virgil’s shoulders dropped just a little. He hadn’t meant for Alex to become involved and he really hoped he would be forgiven.

“No. No rescue.”

Apparently no competition for the coffee either because Alex downed the remainder of his cup in one gulp.

And Gordon thought Virgil inhaled his stim juice.

The cup was put down on a side table. “Hey, what do you think of fractal polymers?”

And there it was, the core of the issue. His heart melted as Alex finally showed how agitated he really was. He walked backwards, obviously not sure what to do with his hands, and towards the glowing face of his laptop. The familiar graphics glared across the room at Virgil.

“Uh-“

“I’m so glad you’re here, Virgil. I need your opinion on this.”

Virgil dragged his feet forward. A breath. “What’s up?”

“Do you keep up with the engineering boards online?” Virgil opened his mouth to answer, but Alex kept talking. “Of course, you do. What a stupid question. Umm, I like to keep abreast of the latest in polymers, because, well, Siliwrap, and I came across this amazing article by V.T Green. I mean the guy is a master.”

Virgil swallowed as Alex gestured emphatically with his hands.

“You have heard of him, haven’t you?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Total genius with polymer work.” Alex was really getting into the topic now. “Awhile back he had this idea for a self-healing polymer. It was amazing, Virgil. The design was beauty itself.” The expression on Alex’s face had Virgil’s heart beating so much faster. “But anyway, hero worship aside, the guy knows his stuff.”

“Sounds like it.” Virgil just wanted to kiss Alex until all his worries vanished. He could do that. His job was saving people, wasn’t it?

“Yeah.” Alex’s shoulders dropped. “There are too many assholes in this world.”

“Alex-“

“The article proposed the idea that if we could generate a finite fractal-structured polymer, it might be able to create an interlocking chain strong enough to support weight over long distances. He described fishing line that could lift an ocean liner from space. He even proposed that the chain could possibly be built on demand, constructed electronically when needed and similarly disassembled when not.” Alex grabbed both of Virgil’s upper arms. “Can you imagine the possibilities?!”

He didn’t need to. The technology now powered Thunderbird Five’s elevator.

“Alex-“

“But where there is genius, there is always idiocy.” Alex flung up his hands in frustration. “He was called ridiculous. Some claimed his theories were no more than technobabble from a science fiction show. One said he was a sellout and goodie-two-shoes who licked Tracy ass!”

Virgil opened his mouth.

“What is wrong with trying to do good?!” And yeah, there was the passion that had been shouted all over the engineering boards. ApplesWithAttitude had made his point very, very clear. Even taking on the annoying Coloncous - V.T. Green’s nemesis.

And the retaliations had been worse than nasty.

“How can people be so disappointing? Why is money and power the ultimate goal?” Alex sat back on the edge of his desk, deflated. “Why are people such assholes?”

Virgil put his coffee cup, still untouched, down beside Alex’s empty one, and took the handful of steps to get up and close to the man he was in love with.

Yes, in love at this very moment.

He dropped a knuckle beneath Alex’s chin and nudged the engineer to look up at him. “Your words were beautiful, you know.”

Alex stared at him a moment before his eyes slowly widened. “You-“

Virgil kissed him before he could say anything more, hard enough, soft enough, for the man to melt in his arms.

It was a long moment before he was forced to break off for air. Alex hung in his arms, staring up at him, possibly a little dazed.

Virgil’s lips curled into a small smile.

“You’re V.T. Green.” Quiet awe.

“Yeah.”

“You’re brilliant.”

His smile quirked to one side. “Sometimes, maybe. But then, you’re not so bad yourself. ApplesWithAttitude taught them a few things tonight.”

Alex blushed. Just a little. Enough to widen Virgil’s smile just that little bit more.

“They pissed me off.” And there was the fire again. “They had no right.”

“I must remember not to anger you myself. You’re scary.”

Alex let out a small laugh, but he reached up and brushed his fingers across Virgil’s cheek. “How are you so…”

But Virgil didn’t let him finish, touching his lips softly with his own, kissing gently. “Thank you for coming to my defence.” He whispered the words.

Alex drew in a breath, catching Virgil’s lower lip. “My pleasure.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

But Alex suddenly broke off the kiss. “Hey, that means we can talk fractal polymers!”

Virgil stared at him a solid moment before he lost it, and cracked up laughing.

-o-o-o-

AN: Sorry, forgot to add that you can find the V.T. Green story here if this makes no sense.

[strawberista]

⚅ — @rubiesintherough asked: — ⚅ ⚅ — "could you show me how to preen?" ( mahia ) — ⚅

Winged Muses

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Hanekoma's head snapped up from the computer he was working on when those words reached his ears, looking a little like he was about to cry. And maybe he was. Her wings were just a part of her, they were a part of her body that she hadn't even asked for, something that could often present as a burden for her, and he knew that the act of preening would likely be little more than maintenance. It couldn't mean as much to her as it did who him, whose wings embodied his entire soul.

But he really didn't need it to, did he? He would have to keep it to himself, how important, how intimate an act like preening was for angels, but he didn't need her to understand to find joy in this. He would take care of her, and he would teach her, and maybe he could help her find some semblance of peace and relaxation in the ritual of the act as well. She didn't need to have a soul in her wings to be able to find it soothing. After all, self-care and grooming were things she so rarely got the luxury to enjoy in the first place.

"A'course I will," he said softly. "I know it's not easy to figure out on your own. Come here and sit beside me, and I'll show ya step by step out to handle it. If you think you can withstand the pressure, I can even open my own wings to give ya a demonstration here an' there."

[halofcrged]

@rubiesintherough mahia sent a meme.

send me   ‘ imprisoned ‘   for your muse to find mine locked up in a cage or cell

Chasing pirates didn't typically fall under Spartan purview - there were much bigger fish to fry with the Covenant's constant push further and further into UNSC territories but John had felt compelled to take a special interest in this particular ship after they'd decided their best option was to open fire on his Prowler when all he'd been wanting to do was make his jump to slipstream and return to the fleet. His initial reaction had been to simply blast them out of the sky, but he'd held his hand, opting for a few carefully placed shots that Cortana had emitted to cripple it. If they'd been desperate enough to fire on a UNSC ship than just flee, or hide, it had made him think there might be a particular reason for it. Stolen UNSC goods, perhaps, had been his first thought, but what he had found instead left him somewhat baffled -- which wasn't a common occurrence.

The firefight had been relatively brief. Their weapons and piece meal armor had stood no chance against his MJOLNIR armor. He'd left a few of them alive and trussed up in case he needed to question any of them about what they were carrying or where they were heading before their chance encounter. He was beginning to regret that. Fortunately, it wouldn't be a difficult mistake to correct.

The figure that huddled in the corner of the cell was ... unique. He couldn't make out much of her features, only a slender, petite form that huddled beneath the dark, trembling wings as an attempt to shield her from harm. One swift tug against the bars of the cell crumpled the lock and swung the door open as he analyzed what information his suit could offer him on his heads up display of the figure. Sporadic, weak life signs. Seemingly human.

He hesitated only briefly before reaching up to detach his helmet from the rest of his armor, bending down to one knee at the entrance to the cage - it was the best that he could do to make himself seem less ominous. "Master Chief John 117, of the UNSC, ma'am, I'm here to help."

[spacenutspod]

A new NASA mission is testing a new way to navigate our solar system by hoisting its sail into space – not to catch the wind, but the propulsive power of sunlight. NASA’s Advanced Composite Solar Sail System is led by the agency’s Ames Research Center in California’s Silicon Valley. The microwave oven-sized CubeSat is scheduled to launch aboard a Rocket Lab Electron rocket from the company’s Launch Complex 1 on the Mahia Peninsula of New Zealand. The launch window opens at 3 p.m. PDT on Tuesday, April 23 (10 p.m. UTC). Successful deployment and operation of the solar sail’s lightweight composite booms will prove the capability and open the door to larger scale missions to the Moon, Mars, and beyond.   Once it arrives in its orbit, roughly 600 miles above Earth, the CubeSat will deploy a lightweight sunlight-powered composite solar sail system that measures more than 800 square feet. Much like a sailboat uses wind to traverse the ocean, the solar sail technology will use the pressure of sunlight to travel through space and perform a series of maneuvers to demonstrate orbit raising and lowering. Throughout the demonstration, the spacecraft may be visible to the naked eye in the night sky. Media interested in scheduling an interview with one of the NASA Ames engineers involved with the development of the CubeSat should email the NASA Ames Office of Communications at arc-dl-newsroom@mail.nasa.gov. A media resource reel including animated clips of the solar sail system is available here.  Get launch updates, breaking news, and images on the small satellites blog as well as NASA Ames’ Instagram, Facebook, and X. For more information about NASA’s Ames Research Center, visit: https://www.nasa.gov/ames -end- Rachel Hoover Ames Research Center, Silicon Valley, Calif.650-604-4789 rachel.hoover@nasa.gov

[potestmagice]

@rubiesintherough asked: "is somebody there?" ( mahia / muse of choice )

The TARDIS doors creaked open, and the Doctor stepped out. He looked around at the enclosing corridor. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

[silvcrignis]

SEND 🌑 TO CRAWL INTO BED WITH MY MUSE ( mahia and the sad man(tm) )

Meme: SEND 🌑 TO CRAWL INTO BED WITH MY MUSE {x}

He was on his phone as per USUAL when everyone else with work hours like HIS would already be SLEEPING but a pointed ear MOVED at the sound of a rustling duvet though he did not have to look up to KNOW who it was considering his sense of SCENT. His mouth opened to greet her but before that happened a WHINE came from the foot of the bed & he SIGHED as a head of PAINFULLY familiar curly head of hair popped up, yellow eyes NARROWED.

"CHRIST on a cracker, HIA! If I wasn't made of ROCK you would've snapped my spine in two!" Victor groused, frowning.

"... Go BACK to bed, GRANDPA," Claude scoffed, as his free arm coiled around her waist.

[notquiteahitman]

Send me 🚪  ( or ‘door’ )   and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep ( mahia / Ryan? )

@rubiesintherough got covered in blood (theirs)

When he first opened his eyes, he had absolutely no idea where he was. This was not a particularly unusual occurrence for the wizard, however, so he pushed himself rapidly to his feet, his entire form flooding with adrenaline as he stared widely around him. He expected to see either stone walls or steel bars, and yet, all around him were... trees? Were these trees? It was rather hard to tell, as his head was swimming and his vision blurry, yet as he reached out his hand and felt the cracking bark beneath his palm, his suspicion was confirmed.

Well, shit. He wasn't entirely certain if this was better or worse than being in a cell, for at least there, he knew where he was.

It was only when the adrenaline began to wear off, when he managed to gather his wits about him and head towards the sound of running water, that he was able to take better notice of his situation. He was stumbling, to begin with, although he wasn't entirely sure whether that was due to an injury to one of his legs or whether he was simply dizzy from being knocked out, because he also had a huge lump on his head. And, even more worryingly, he was covered in blood, some of it fresh, so it must be his own. Where it was coming from, he couldn't quite figure out, because there wasn't really any pain anywhere.

And, perhaps most worryingly, he seemed to have developed a touch of amnesia. It was nothing serious, he told himself; he knew who he was. He just had no idea where he was, or what had happened to get him into this situation, or even where his home was really. The only thing fixated in his mind was a woman's face, and, as he finally reached the river, what must have been her voice floated to the top of his memory. But... was it his memory? Was her face really in his mind? She seemed so real, so vivid...

And so, without even pausing to consider that this may have been a terrible idea, Ryan plunged into the water, immediately crossing the river towards the possible mirage. The water ran red with blood, yet still he moved, half-wading, half-swimming, entirely unsure whether what he was seeing was real or not.

[tinymute]

@rubiesintherough​ asked:

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare. ( Mahia )

When both people in the relationship had trauma, nights were...questionable. That is why Juliette’s response to the sound of Mahia’s screaming wasn’t fear. She woke startled, sure, but quickly that anxiety shifted to concern and love. Immediately, she flipped over, turning on the light. The soft, warm toned light cut through the darkness, immediately removing any fear of a creature lurking there.

Juliette turned, gently touching Mahia’s shoulder.

“Darling, sweetheart,” she spoke softly, almost melodically. The tone was near sing-song, a gentle, careful tone. She was calm for both of them. The nightmare’s grip on Mahia was firm, but Juliette’s was firmer. She smiled sweetly as Mahia’s eyes opened.

“There you are, you’re alright,” she was swift, pulling Mahia into a hug.

“You’re alright, you’re okay. It’s me, Juliette, you’re safe, you’re alright. Listen to my voice, okay?” She gently fixed one of the feathers in Mahia’s wings as she spoke.

“Look at the wall, there’s the preserved flowers from our anniversary,” she continued softly.

“Smell my perfume, it’s the one you helped me pick out last week. You’re safe. You’re so safe. I love you, they can’t hurt you.”

[rubiesintherough]

open ( esp. to any medical based muses, but anyone’s welcome! ) --- mahia

Awareness returned like a gradual sunrise... slow glimmers of consciousness slipping through the dark, and bringing the distant sting of bruised and stitched skin with it. It was daylight. It hadn’t been when she was ambushed, she remembered that. The choked cry of startled fear still felt trapped in the back of her throat, it not even having time to escape before the first bullet struck her and she’d crumpled to the ground, a pile of feathers, and blood, and tattered fabric. 

She should be dead. That thought came slow, but it gripped firmly onto her mind. Why wasn’t she dead? This couldn’t be the realm of the Ancestors... there was still pain, still fear. A fear that fought its way to the surface, up from beneath the strange numbness which took her another long moment to identify: a powerful painkiller. Strong enough to haze her mind. Everything felt like a dream, moving slowly and too fast at once. 

Hands, that didn’t even feel like her own, fumbled beneath clothes --- not her jacket, not her worn shirt, something far softer...? --- and found a bandage, adhered in place over her wounds. Someone had found her, rescued her from what would have surely been certain death. And just as that realization struck did her periphery catch sight of a shadowed movement... and her fingers stretched out to grasp weakly onto passing sleeve, then collapsed, just enough to alert her savior that she was awake... 

[eagletek]

What Elias Kanchan said about Mahi

Actress Mahia Mahi was recently arrested in a Digital Security Act case. After his arrest, the court ordered him to be sent to jail. Many in the entertainment industry were outraged when Mahi, who was nine months pregnant, was arrested. Elias Kanchan opened his mouth about this issue. The Ekushey Medalist is currently based in the United States. From there, he told the media, ‘I am here with my…

[rubiesintherough]

It was a necessary skill she had honed every day of the past decade... how to move between shadows, invisible, unnoticed, and silent. It had kept her alive within decrepit walls where she hid for her life. It had allowed her to slip away, unseen, from those who wanted nothing more than to return her body --- breathing or not --- to those who had stripped her apart in the first place.

And it was a skill proving itself useful, again. For once, it was not her own safety she feared for. It was not for her own sake that she slinked between alcoves and hallways, breath catching at every sound. It was for the woman she'd seen hauled in here, who'd showed a kindness to the healer she'd not felt since she was only a child, those long years ago... a lifetime past, now. Mahia did not spare a thought for what might happen if she, herself, was captured. No, the only concern she had was how she was going to free Wren.

Bare feet padded, soundless, through the doorway. A finger jerked upwards to meet the healer's lips, motioning for silence, then slipped down into her pockets to draw a pilfered needle free and raised it up toward the lock on the manacle nearest. If she could just work it open, then she was certain she could get the both of them safely out of this dingey prison...

" Shhh, I do not think I have been noticed. We need to keep quiet for it to remain that way. "

@rubiesintherough said: send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained ( mahia )

an old meme    /    PROBABLY ACCEPTING ↷

She’s not sure if she’s simply been  left here  to slowly waste away, or if they are trying to play mindgames with her, making her think she’s in isolation, but actually monitoring her, waiting for the right moment to interrogate her by slowly torturing her first. Trying to make her more pliable? Wren doesn’t even know what they want from her, that’s the tricky part; she has no indication on what to expect.

That, alone, has her psychologically on edge, and tensing up further when she hears someone approach. Not that she can do much but be tense, the way she’s forced on her tiptoes in the middle of the room. Heavy-duty metal cuffs secure her wrists together, the bands too tight and large to slip, extending from the smallest part of her wrist several inches along her arms; even if she could try to dislocate a thumb or break her own wrist, it doesn’t seem likely that’d help her. The cuffs are secured high above her head, likely deliberately making it so that she has to keep balancing on her tiptoes in a constant effort to try to alleviate the strain on her shoulders, arms and back. Slow torture is what it really fucking feels like; it’s hard to think with the physical strain, and Wren is barely even aware of the other injuries she’s sustained, of the dried blood down her forehead, or the bruising on her half-naked form (they had stripped her down to her underwear).

More dazed from exhaustion than the relatively minor head injury, Wren is having difficulty knowing how to react when she recognises the woman, from the glimpses she manages, craning her neck to look at the doorway behind her.

❝ It’s you, ❞    she says, feeling a little stupid about the comment, but too tired to truly care. It’s that woman, the woman collapsed at her doorstep on her Citadel apartment a month or so ago. The woman with the wings. Wren had tried to help her, done her best to erase any evidence of... well, her unusual physique, from any security footage that might’ve caught her, afterwards; mystery or not, Mahia hadn’t appeared like a threat, and Wren hadn’t been keen on being the reason someone, a person, from some unknown humanoid species ended up enduring gods-knew-what...

But to come across her again, here?

Has she misjudged her? Is this her captor, or her saviour, returning the favour...?

[strawberista]

⚅ — @rubiesintherough asked: — ⚅

⚅ — [GIFT] Sender gives receiver a small gift. Assorted flowers and pretty foliage she's found, bc it's how she shows love ( mahia ) — ⚅

Platonic Intimacy

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Hanekoma stepped out into the lobby of his cafe and immediately wondered if his shop had been turned into a bird's nest. He knew she had wings, but he had never thought she created homes this way, too. Though, as he brought the warm soup out to her, he began to really study the offering and began to understand it for what it was.

His face lit up, and he opened his arms to carefully encircle the gift in them, "What a beautiful collection, Sparrow~ Did you find alla this stuff yourself? Ya got quite the eye for floral arrangement."

[prophecyread]

@rubiesintherough amos & mahia. vday application.

Name:  Amos Burton. Age:  mid-late 30′s (36?) Do you like to cuddle?:  Uh, sure, I guess. Can we make-out?:   If you want. A night in or dinner out?: In’s good.   Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Both. What makes you a good Valentine?:  I won’t let anybody bother you that you don’t want to.  I can keep you safe as long as you want me to.  I won���t let anything bad happen to you and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.  I’m okay looking, I guess, and I think we make a pretty good pair.  Would you cook for me?:  Sure.  I can cook all right.  Maybe not much that’s fancy but my food’s never killed anybody yet it wasn’t supposed to. Would you let me cook for you?   Yeah, but only if you really wanted to.  I’m not all that picky, I can get by on rations and what not just fine.  No need to put yourself out or anything.