Eddie sighs. (He's keeping himself busy by clearing off the table and wiping it down so they can have the meal he prepared.)
"Don't look at me like that. It's not a stupid question."
He goes over to the stove, gives the stew one last stir, and then ladles a portion each into two clean wooden bowls that he carries to the table. As he approaches, he starts talking again,
"Everyone is outside their comfort zone here. This isn't the world you came from, just like it's not mine. We are firmly in adapt or die territory here." Off he goes to fetch the fresh-baked bread that's been cooling on the wooden cutting board. He places it on the table. "Except it's more like adapt or die-and-yet-never-die-in-an-endless cycle."
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"Don't look at me like that. It's not a stupid question."
He goes over to the stove, gives the stew one last stir, and then ladles a portion each into two clean wooden bowls that he carries to the table. As he approaches, he starts talking again,
"Everyone is outside their comfort zone here. This isn't the world you came from, just like it's not mine. We are firmly in adapt or die territory here." Off he goes to fetch the fresh-baked bread that's been cooling on the wooden cutting board. He places it on the table. "Except it's more like adapt or die-and-yet-never-die-in-an-endless cycle."