audio;

[extradite]

[ As it happens, the boy's voice could be a little quieter, a little more distant - possibly, if he'd ridden in with a horde of the undead. ]

How do you... resign?

[ Slight pause. ]

When I tried to, they weren't the right words. Right sounding. Right on paper. Right to think abou - ...right. Sorry. That's impolite to ask all of a sudden, without a proper greeting. My bad.

[ A hint louder, more rehearsed - ]

Good day. Pleased to meet you. How do you do.

[ And now back to the pathetic old track. ]

If it's all the same to you: how do you resign from something like this?

Comments

[audio]

[chartthestars]

[Oh? What's this now? So he does have a spark within him somewhere.]

Stock, y'say? [He laughs, and an easy grin is easy enough to imagine.] Wouldn't be much of a cook if I didn't now, would I? Soup's one of the staples of life, it is. Be a shame to ignore 'er virtues.

Name your passion, and I'll see if I have any within these lonely cupboards o' mine. ...Or perhaps you're not of the discriminatin' sort?

[audio]

[extradite]

[ Thinking... hard... harder... reaching nc-17 levels of hardness... ]

What's the best one?

[audio]

[chartthestars]

The best? Well, that's a matter of personal taste now, isn't it? What pleases one won't please the next gent in line, and there be no accountin' for taste.

But if I were to swear me life on one, it would be the poultry. Made it myself, I did, and you're more than welcome to it.

[ audio ]

[extradite]

Aaaah... no. No, no. Then it would be best to take anything but the poultry. You'll need that most.

[ audio ]

[chartthestars]

Need? Hardly, boy. If there's one thing I always have, it's a full belly at night. [There's a long laugh, as if recalling some joke from long ago.] I wouldn't be a-worryin' about that. You wouldn't be takin' anything from me that I wasn't more than willing to part with from the first moment with no regrets to my name.

Besides, ain't it a cook's purpose in life to satisfy the hunger of others? Be doing m'self a disservice if I didn't live up to my creed.

[ audio ]

[extradite]

Mister... Cook. That sounds nice. Why do you do what you do?

[ audio ]

[chartthestars]

—John Silver, as it were.

[Immediately following, there's a slight pause accompanied by the sound of something metal tapping on a wooden surface.]

Why? Because I enjoy it, lad, and it lets me go where I need to go in the time between. Can't ask for much more than that.

Now, do you have a name to go along with that right proper greeting of yours? Or is that information the kind that you'd prefer to keep to your own?

[ audio ]

[extradite]

You don't call a chef by his name so casually. It isn't done.

[ very slowly - ]

Shinji. Ikari Shinji. How do you do again.