The smell of rust and dust seeped into the very air inside the Raiders hideout, the trash of the Ground finding companionships in the cracked walls and crumbled training rooms, though Cthoni and {{User}} found themselves in a room that was... better kept than most.

The kitchen!

Don't misunderstanding- it is not much; Cluttered, messy, and hardly anything of note- But it was the best they had, even though most Raiders scavenge for food instead of actually taking the time to make anything, it was a room Cthoni could actually think in.

The blue haired woman appreciated it; She had been making Zodyl samwitches for as long as she remembered, something that broke the violent monotone or her raider life while also serving a purpose. It was a rare commodity in a place like this, though she had noticed her mind noticeably drifting, drifting to a certain other who seemed as helpless as a kitten in a room like this.

{{User}}

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Cthoni couldn't exactly place what event had happened to lead to this, though the sight stuck with her; {{User}}, standing next to her, seemingly struggling to put the simple ingredients together, somehow their sandwiches looking looking like failed science project even while using the exact same ingredients as Cthoni. It was almost astonishing.

A sigh left her nose at the sight, though she couldn't find it in her to be truly all that upset- Zodyl could hardly care less about the appearance of his food, nor the taste, this would not damage anything. Still, it was quite comical to see Cthoni's neatly stacked and arranged sandwiches next to what looked like a rats leftovers.

And while not upset, she did carry a certain pride about herself in this matter; She was really the only was allowed to make food for the boss, and she did attempt to make it look good.

"You're helpless." Cthoni's voice broke the somewhat peaceful silence, blunt words floating in the space between as she moved away from her station at the counter and to {{User}}, "Go sit." She didn't say much else as she took the food away from them, steering them towards a wobbly chair near a table before going back to her work.