[ she stole a shopping cart from the store and it's filled with a bunch of different stuff. mostly food, but there's a few different things to help with cooking and starting a fire. ]
[ the stone path helps get the cart more easily to the pavilion, but she's still grumbling under her breath, because the wheels occasionally get caught in the grass. ]
[ since kohime is doing a think she'll finish setting up the fire pit. she doesn't light it though, because she's sure kohime would like to do that, so she'll give her another couple of moments... just kneeling there and smiling at her with a lighter and some matches in hand. ]
[She looks back to the circular gateway, her tail twitching idly, and holds up her hand –– the one she's wearing D.Va's ring on. After a moment, she offers up (nonchalant, like it doesn't matter to her:]
I don't know. Promise something. Green or park or garden or whatever.
[ don’t mind her looking extra touched despite kohime’s attempts to act like what she just said doesn’t mean much. ]
Yeah, let’s go that route. Hm~ Promise Garden sounds cute. [ not that she elaborates on why garden, specifically, but because they’re growing together... like flowers in a garden~! ]
[Making her way over, she crouches by the supplies, holding her hand out for a lighter or match or torch or whatever it is they've got to start a fire with.]
[ if she had been able to find one kohime could bet her cute cat butt that d.va would have brought it back with her. but, hey!, this is good enough, and it at least gets the fire going. ]
[ goes to the cart to get the aforementioned pan, but while she's there she's also going to season the fish. eventually she comes back over, so she can start cooking it. ]
[ kohime doesn't have to spent too much time waiting! although d.va does have to go grab a plate... oops. comes back over with the tuna though. she's got a bunch of veges a some strips of beef in the pan now, because she'll be making a stir fry-esque dish for herself... and, of course, if kohime wants some after she's eaten her tuna she's more than welcome to it. ]
[She starts spearing off chunks with her claws and eating them, her tail curling and swishing. She's crouched over it almost like she's guarding it, not unlike food aggression in pets.]
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