Though it's subtle, 'liking' and 'preferring' don't have the same meaning. You like to be catered to. However, you prefer to do things yourself; it means you're in control. [Is he even talking about food anymore? Good question.] And when you're in control, no one can disappoint you.
[...] It can return to what it was before, right now. You keep telling me to leave early. I can come in right now. [He's very earnest about this. He wants to be useful to his place of employment, even when he feels sick.]
Because I don't think you're fit for full-time hours yet.
This decision still stands. Besides, I'm closing in about an hour. There is too little time for you to do anything here. I will, however, consider you during the next shift. Be prepared to stay longer just in case.
[ That means don't fucking stress eat stationery. You'll drive her mad, Kaworu. ]
In all honesty, Kaworu enjoys the aggravated concern she has for his diet. He did know better than to eat paper and ink after she explicitly told him to only pursue certain food groups. But, that didn't stop him from seeking her out for automatic disapproval... He doesn't recognize it as such, but some people would call this masochism.]
Understood. [...] What are your plans after closing?
[Given his mastery of the microchip, Kaworu simply sends along a "picture" of his early morning meal. His epicurean vocabulary is lacking, it seems, because it's not spaghetti at all. The strands are very thin, coiled together, and slathered in what is probably pesto sauce. Angel hair pasta. Of course.]
I have fresh milk, too. It's amazing what Lilin can produce with their bodies.
[ … Okay, fine. It looks pretty good—but just because it looks doesn't mean it tastes good, right? She ought to question its origins… ]
That isn't spaghetti… it's called capellini or "angel hair" pasta. [ She remembers packaging pretty well. ] Did you buy that pre-made or did you prepare it?
Did you also know that the milk humans drink normally comes from cows? There are, of course, some exceptions, but I assure you, it's not human milk you're drinking.
As I said, I made it. [Even in text, you can tell Kaworu is pleased with his efforts.] I thought 'spaghetti' was an umbrella term for pasta of this nature... I'll be more careful with my words.
[When did he say it was human milk, though? He said--
Oh. Right. Something else he should be more careful with.]
'Lilin' can refer to all life forms descended from Lilith, which had the potential to become humans at one point or another. (The path of evolution is also amazing.) In this case, I'm referring to cows, not humans. Sorry for the confusion.
[ There are different degrees of "making," but Frühling doesn't have the energy or desire to argue. He cooked pasta and he's happy about it and wants to offer her some because he suspects her hungriness. Her stomach may or may not be growling at the thought, involuntarily.
As for interpreting his language… maybe she missed something in all that he said to others. Embarrassing. He isn't confusing her more, but perhaps she's distilling his information in ways he can't predict. ]
So you're saying in your world cows could have been human.
[Kaworu does want to share this meal with Frühling. Breaking bread is an age-old tradition and helps to foster a sense of camaraderie between Lilin. Also, if he's very lucky, maybe she'll deign to stay with him for a while. Maybe she'll be willing to let him soak up her presence...]
Yeah. Cows could have been humans; oak trees could have been vultures; spiders could have been feline leukemia viruses.
[ She's not even going to start considering those sorts of could-have-beens, but she does wonder if Kaworu thinks about everything else that way. What a headache. ]
All right. Don't tell me anymore. I'm not inclined to philosophical discussions.
Just set aside a small plate for me, and we'll be done with it. No milk.
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I will not pursue this conversation if you're going to analyze me.
Drink your fluids, eat what you are supposed to, and rest. I will give you two more days.
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Two more days until what?
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This decision still stands. Besides, I'm closing in about an hour. There is too little time for you to do anything here. I will, however, consider you during the next shift. Be prepared to stay longer just in case.
[ That means don't fucking stress eat stationery. You'll drive her mad, Kaworu. ]
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In all honesty, Kaworu enjoys the aggravated concern she has for his diet. He did know better than to eat paper and ink after she explicitly told him to only pursue certain food groups. But, that didn't stop him from seeking her out for automatic disapproval... He doesn't recognize it as such, but some people would call this masochism.]
Understood. [...] What are your plans after closing?
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… Of course he'd ask that question. Frühling is too tired to think two steps ahead. ]
Shower and sleep.
[ For all that she berates him over his eating habits, she… doesn't have a sterling diet herself. When's dinner?? ]
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You're not hungry?
I made spaghetti. It's good. And it's yours if you want it.
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[ Interest. Nostalgia—but not quite hunger. ]
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I have fresh milk, too. It's amazing what Lilin can produce with their bodies.
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That isn't spaghetti… it's called capellini or "angel hair" pasta. [ She remembers packaging pretty well. ] Did you buy that pre-made or did you prepare it?
Did you also know that the milk humans drink normally comes from cows? There are, of course, some exceptions, but I assure you, it's not human milk you're drinking.
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[When did he say it was human milk, though? He said--
Oh. Right. Something else he should be more careful with.]
'Lilin' can refer to all life forms descended from Lilith, which had the potential to become humans at one point or another. (The path of evolution is also amazing.) In this case, I'm referring to cows, not humans. Sorry for the confusion.
[Of course, maybe he just confused her more.]
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[ There are different degrees of "making," but Frühling doesn't have the energy or desire to argue. He cooked pasta and he's happy about it and wants to offer her some because he suspects her hungriness. Her stomach may or may not be growling at the thought, involuntarily.
As for interpreting his language… maybe she missed something in all that he said to others. Embarrassing. He isn't confusing her more, but perhaps she's distilling his information in ways he can't predict. ]
So you're saying in your world cows could have been human.
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Yeah. Cows could have been humans; oak trees could have been vultures; spiders could have been feline leukemia viruses.
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All right. Don't tell me anymore. I'm not inclined to philosophical discussions.
Just set aside a small plate for me, and we'll be done with it. No milk.
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[Kaworu wonders what sort of face she's making right now. It's probably cute.]
I'll be waiting for you.
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And she is not making a cute face, alien neighbour. Hrrgh. ]
I'll knock. Until then.