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Well, I’m pretty sure if we add anymore water it’ll be too heavy to move, so, I guess it’s good?

*nods* Alright then. Lemme lift it. Make sure there’s nothing in my way?

Mhm, just a couple of little twigs and rocks, shouldn’t be an issue, right?

Right. Okay, keep an eye out for me bud! *he lifts the pot and starts walking* Where’s a good spot to set this?

Maybe like, next to where we build the fire- hey, watch out for the log.

*Carlos immediately stops* Where is it? *he tries to look around the pot to the ground.”

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Peter
takes his seat as the food was served and he takes a few bites and
stops a moment swallowing as he just stares at the food then starts
eating again. It was just like his moms cooking.

Yondu starts shoving food in his mouth mostly the meat and grins. “I vote we need pigs in space if they taste like this..”

“I thought a Yawn Beast was pretty similar,” Carlos pointed out. “At least… seasoned kind of similarly. Though I only had it once back on M-Marvin-45.”

“I could send you boys home with some that I made,” Mr Ramon said with a smile as he finished up the last bit of cooking. He brought more sausages to the table as well as the rest of the pancakes he made. “I have my own special recipe for them and I enjoy making the links myself. Anyway, here you are – eat as much as you like.”

Kraglin was very quiet as he ate, taking his usual ‘shadow’ presence when he was out with Yondu. Silent, but always watching.

But he was really liking the ‘pancakes’. He hadn’t had a pastry this fluffy for quite some time.

Yondu grins. “I’ll enjoy my return trips all the more. Right boys?” Looks to peter and kraglin.

Peter just keeps in-naturally silent as he eats a pancake.

Yondu hums and turns to Kraglin who was equallybsilent but that was nothing new. “Humf. Fine… more sausage for me then.” Looks to carlos and smiles.

Kraglin just narrowed his eyes at Yondu as he put another bit of sausage into his mouth with the tiny pitchfork-like utensil.

Carlos nudged Yondu with a roll of his eyes. “Don’t be an ass,” he chided fondly, smiling a bit.

Yondu grins a bit as he eats. After breakfast Yondu was laying down rules as Kraglin and peter dressed in extra more human clothing so they can head out with Carlos and Mikey to the mall as it was called. “Be on your best behavior. And have fun. I’ll be here hanging with mr Ramon.” Turns to carlos. “Just kick them in the ass if they get to be trouble ok.”

Carlos rolled his eyes slightly. “If they don’t wanna draw any attention to themselves or me, they’ll follow mine and Mikey’s leads. Speaking of which…” He looked at Yondu. “Can I have my hoodie back? The one I wore back on the Eclector? I wanna wear it up so people can’t see me very well until… I guess we’re ready to declare that I’ve been ‘found’.”

Yondu looks down at the hoodie he was wearing then shrugs and pulls it off showing the blue skin and hands it to him with a grin. “Might smell like me… kinda been wearing it even at night.”

Carlos smiled back at him as he took the clothing back. “I’m sure it’s fine,” he said. Just for show he pulled it up to his nose and inhaled. “Mm… spicy,” he teased.

Kraglin wrinkled his nose a bit and resisted the urge to gag. God, older men were gross…

Yondu grins chuckling and nuzzles. “You don’t smell to bad yourself. Like sage of that one warm herb from that one planet… you said was like cinnamon..”

Carlos blinked at him. “Wait, really? You… you think so?”

“If we could go sometime in this planets rotation, that would be super,” Kraglin said suddenly, looking at Yondu without expression. But the fact that he spoke up at all meant he was getting a little annoyed.

Yondu glanced at Kraglin giving him a side eye but rolls his eyes. “You do Yeah. Well. My kids are getting impatient. Have fun Ok.

Carlos nodded. “I’ll grab some Cheetos for you,” he promised with a smile. He pulled the hoodie on and turned to leave. “Don’t let my dad scare you too much! We’ll be back soon!”

Mikey headed out to the garage and Kraglin grabbed Peter’s arm to lead him out as well. “We’re heading out, Dad!” Mikey called. “Text me if you need anything else for dinner!”

“I will!” Mr Ramon said, waving the group off with a smile.

Yondu tilts his head when he said that about his father and chuckles. Once they all were out he went to the main room and sat down. “Been wondering something…… where Uhh his ma?”

Mr Ramon glanced at Yondu. He frowned. “Kansas, last anyone heard,” he said. “That’s… nearly 1,500 miles from here, by the way. Um… a couple day’s drive in a car.”

“Hmmm was just wondering. No ones said anything and all. Didn’t want to give her a heart attack if she showed up and saw me… you know. So yeah.”

“Don’t feel broken up about it if you do,” Edwardo said in an uncharacteristically flat tone. “However, it’s unlikely that you’ll ever meet her.”

Yondu caught on. “Ahh… I see… sorry I brought it up.” Looks around. “Thank you for ummmm.. being so accommodating. Carlos before he left told me not to let you scare me.. hehe. I’m not…. I’m not here to hurt him….”

Edwardo looked at him, confused. But then he chuckled. “No, Carlos was making fun. I’m a cook – I know I’m not much of a threat to someone like you. I don’t know if you noticed, but Carlos likes to joke. A lot. Gets it from me, to be honest – His mother was too much of a sour apple to have a sense of humor.”

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Well, I’m pretty sure if we add anymore water it’ll be too heavy to move, so, I guess it’s good?

*nods* Alright then. Lemme lift it. Make sure there’s nothing in my way?

Mhm, just a couple of little twigs and rocks, shouldn’t be an issue, right?

Right. Okay, keep an eye out for me bud! *he lifts the pot and starts walking* Where’s a good spot to set this?

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which house hold chemiculs are the most deadly?

All of them? None of them? Whichever answer will make you not touch the household chemicals!

What are you doing, Max…?

losing what control i had in shyt-hole i call a life-

Max, is this about you being grounded?

no.. kinda,… i dunno!

Max… I’m sorry about this. I hate grounding you. But I wanted to keep you safe, Max, and teach you to be more responsible for your actions.

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Peter
takes his seat as the food was served and he takes a few bites and
stops a moment swallowing as he just stares at the food then starts
eating again. It was just like his moms cooking.

Yondu starts shoving food in his mouth mostly the meat and grins. “I vote we need pigs in space if they taste like this..”

“I thought a Yawn Beast was pretty similar,” Carlos pointed out. “At least… seasoned kind of similarly. Though I only had it once back on M-Marvin-45.”

“I could send you boys home with some that I made,” Mr Ramon said with a smile as he finished up the last bit of cooking. He brought more sausages to the table as well as the rest of the pancakes he made. “I have my own special recipe for them and I enjoy making the links myself. Anyway, here you are – eat as much as you like.”

Kraglin was very quiet as he ate, taking his usual ‘shadow’ presence when he was out with Yondu. Silent, but always watching.

But he was really liking the ‘pancakes’. He hadn’t had a pastry this fluffy for quite some time.

Yondu grins. “I’ll enjoy my return trips all the more. Right boys?” Looks to peter and kraglin.

Peter just keeps in-naturally silent as he eats a pancake.

Yondu hums and turns to Kraglin who was equallybsilent but that was nothing new. “Humf. Fine… more sausage for me then.” Looks to carlos and smiles.

Kraglin just narrowed his eyes at Yondu as he put another bit of sausage into his mouth with the tiny pitchfork-like utensil.

Carlos nudged Yondu with a roll of his eyes. “Don’t be an ass,” he chided fondly, smiling a bit.

Yondu grins a bit as he eats. After breakfast Yondu was laying down rules as Kraglin and peter dressed in extra more human clothing so they can head out with Carlos and Mikey to the mall as it was called. “Be on your best behavior. And have fun. I’ll be here hanging with mr Ramon.” Turns to carlos. “Just kick them in the ass if they get to be trouble ok.”

Carlos rolled his eyes slightly. “If they don’t wanna draw any attention to themselves or me, they’ll follow mine and Mikey’s leads. Speaking of which…” He looked at Yondu. “Can I have my hoodie back? The one I wore back on the Eclector? I wanna wear it up so people can’t see me very well until… I guess we’re ready to declare that I’ve been ‘found’.”

Yondu looks down at the hoodie he was wearing then shrugs and pulls it off showing the blue skin and hands it to him with a grin. “Might smell like me… kinda been wearing it even at night.”

Carlos smiled back at him as he took the clothing back. “I’m sure it’s fine,” he said. Just for show he pulled it up to his nose and inhaled. “Mm… spicy,” he teased.

Kraglin wrinkled his nose a bit and resisted the urge to gag. God, older men were gross…

Yondu grins chuckling and nuzzles. “You don’t smell to bad yourself. Like sage of that one warm herb from that one planet… you said was like cinnamon..”

Carlos blinked at him. “Wait, really? You… you think so?”

“If we could go sometime in this planets rotation, that would be super,” Kraglin said suddenly, looking at Yondu without expression. But the fact that he spoke up at all meant he was getting a little annoyed.

Yondu glanced at Kraglin giving him a side eye but rolls his eyes. “You do Yeah. Well. My kids are getting impatient. Have fun Ok.

Carlos nodded. “I’ll grab some Cheetos for you,” he promised with a smile. He pulled the hoodie on and turned to leave. “Don’t let my dad scare you too much! We’ll be back soon!”

Mikey headed out to the garage and Kraglin grabbed Peter’s arm to lead him out as well. “We’re heading out, Dad!” Mikey called. “Text me if you need anything else for dinner!”

“I will!” Mr Ramon said, waving the group off with a smile.

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Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?

Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.

Hm. Cool.

*looks at Max, surprised, but then smiles* I’m glad that you think so!

Mhm. I’ve always wanted to try and throw one to see how hard I needed to throw it so it would pop, it never worked before.

I don’t know if throwing it with just your hand would do it… maybe with a slingshot. The pods need to be sturdy enough to be jostled around in their containers during transport to stores and to homes.

Maybe. ‘Could probably make-shift a slingshot and try that too, y’know, for science.

Heh… yeah, for science. Though I dunno about leaving splats of detergent in nature. Something might come along and try to lick it up…

Yeah, you’re probably right.

If we can find some berries or something, then we can do that. Or maybe I can make some environment-friendly pellets? Hm… Hum, hum, hum…

what would berries have to do with how hard you need to throw a tidepod before it pops?

I’m talking in regards to the slingshot, if… you wanted to play with that. We’d have to have a controlled environment for shooting Tidepods. But… I suppose that’s a discussion for another time, since we’re working on this… Where should we do it? By the fire pit?

Oh. Yeah, either by the firepit or the lake.

Well, the fire pit isn’t far from the lake. And there’s places to sit down at.

Alright. Fire pit it is. Who knows maybe we can find the remains of that dress or that crown.

Oh yeah, we burned those… heh! That was great.

Sure was. ProbablythebestnightI’vehadinthishellhole.

Wait, what was that? Hold on… *he takes a moment to think back on what Max said* Wait, really?

What?

The night we played with the fire… that was your best time here at camp? I’d have thought camp itself would have its fun activities too!

It was a close second. What I consider the ‘best time’ was the first. ‘Didn’t know then I’d be spending the next like, 3 summers here, y’know, innocence. Anyway, I have only like, four of the pods.

Uhm… I’m sorry…?

Um, anyway, yeah – I think four will be enough. I’ll go fill this pot up – wanna help me carry it back to the fire pit?

Sure, should I grab one side?

Maybe just help me guide it when I set it down. *he heads to the edge of the lake. He uses his boots to search for some firm ground before carefully kneeling down and filling the pot.*

*he nods and follows Carlos. He picks up a stick and puts it in the lake, pulling up a wad of pond (er- lake) scum* lemme see the pot for a sec,

*Carlos nods and sets the pot down on the shore, about halfway full of lake water– enough that he thought he could carry it without getting wet or straining himself too much*

*Max put the stick on the edge of the pot and shook it so the pondscum went it* There we go, ‘that good enough?

*Carlos smiles* It’s your experiment. What do you think?

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Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?

Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.

Hm. Cool.

*looks at Max, surprised, but then smiles* I’m glad that you think so!

Mhm. I’ve always wanted to try and throw one to see how hard I needed to throw it so it would pop, it never worked before.

I don’t know if throwing it with just your hand would do it… maybe with a slingshot. The pods need to be sturdy enough to be jostled around in their containers during transport to stores and to homes.

Maybe. ‘Could probably make-shift a slingshot and try that too, y’know, for science.

Heh… yeah, for science. Though I dunno about leaving splats of detergent in nature. Something might come along and try to lick it up…

Yeah, you’re probably right.

If we can find some berries or something, then we can do that. Or maybe I can make some environment-friendly pellets? Hm… Hum, hum, hum…

what would berries have to do with how hard you need to throw a tidepod before it pops?

I’m talking in regards to the slingshot, if… you wanted to play with that. We’d have to have a controlled environment for shooting Tidepods. But… I suppose that’s a discussion for another time, since we’re working on this… Where should we do it? By the fire pit?

Oh. Yeah, either by the firepit or the lake.

Well, the fire pit isn’t far from the lake. And there’s places to sit down at.

Alright. Fire pit it is. Who knows maybe we can find the remains of that dress or that crown.

Oh yeah, we burned those… heh! That was great.

Sure was. ProbablythebestnightI’vehadinthishellhole.

Wait, what was that? Hold on… *he takes a moment to think back on what Max said* Wait, really?

What?

The night we played with the fire… that was your best time here at camp? I’d have thought camp itself would have its fun activities too!

It was a close second. What I consider the ‘best time’ was the first. ‘Didn’t know then I’d be spending the next like, 3 summers here, y’know, innocence. Anyway, I have only like, four of the pods.

Uhm… I’m sorry…?

Um, anyway, yeah – I think four will be enough. I’ll go fill this pot up – wanna help me carry it back to the fire pit?

Sure, should I grab one side?

Maybe just help me guide it when I set it down. *he heads to the edge of the lake. He uses his boots to search for some firm ground before carefully kneeling down and filling the pot.*

*he nods and follows Carlos. He picks up a stick and puts it in the lake, pulling up a wad of pond (er- lake) scum* lemme see the pot for a sec,

*Carlos nods and sets the pot down on the shore, about halfway full of lake water– enough that he thought he could carry it without getting wet or straining himself too much*