[Staying useful. Keeping busy. It's what kept Konoha steady, in this sea of confusion and strangeness. There were so many people, so many strangers, so little familiar...
But she has a trench she can dig, and trees she can haul, and cooking she can do, so at the very least she can try and smile-]
Here, try this!
[Her equine half doesn't quite allow her to join the table properly, too tall standing up and too short laid down, but despite that Konoha reaches with hands protected with rags to move a hot pot slightly closer to the new arrival. It's steaming fresh, a seemingly simple mix of meat, mushrooms, tubers, and vegetables, but. It smells good at least? For centaur food?]
It's my mother's recipe, but I think I managed it alright...
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But she has a trench she can dig, and trees she can haul, and cooking she can do, so at the very least she can try and smile-]
Here, try this!
[Her equine half doesn't quite allow her to join the table properly, too tall standing up and too short laid down, but despite that Konoha reaches with hands protected with rags to move a hot pot slightly closer to the new arrival. It's steaming fresh, a seemingly simple mix of meat, mushrooms, tubers, and vegetables, but. It smells good at least? For centaur food?]
It's my mother's recipe, but I think I managed it alright...