Noah
The Sentinel was no master chef. He knew how to throw things together in one pot and make it edible and nutrient dense. That was what he learned in his childhood — put as many calories into your food that you could manage with as much “health” as you could afford. Halo had little in the way of leafy greens and fresh vibrant vegetables, anyways. Stew was one of the things he could do with what he always had.
”That’s very interesting. Do you convene with the gods with these cards?” He tilted his head slightly in an animalistic way of displaying his curiosity while he added water to the mix of meat and veggies. Noah didn’t want to seem ignorant in a way that would offend the woman, but he knew nothing. Tarot was a brand new word in his vocabulary.
”That’s very interesting. Do you convene with the gods with these cards?” He tilted his head slightly in an animalistic way of displaying his curiosity while he added water to the mix of meat and veggies. Noah didn’t want to seem ignorant in a way that would offend the woman, but he knew nothing. Tarot was a brand new word in his vocabulary.
