The dead are all pushy around here. These ones don't seem to be after your breath, love, I'll count that blessing.
( Though he does leave his companion to the prodding and pushing of being chef for spirits who he's fairly sure don't have any means of tasting whatever they're asking after. Instead, he sets to exploring the kitchen, jerking back when a ghost manifests in a cabinet he opens, gritting his teeth and waving a hand at it as if that'll cause the ghost to dissipate like smoke. )
Searing impossible to deal with these things... oh, look! Apples.
( He pulls one out, examining it with a curious eye and a sniff. )
Wormy apples.
( One of the ghosts leans in front of Wen Kexing's face, making a demand for fat, white worms in response. )
no subject
( Though he does leave his companion to the prodding and pushing of being chef for spirits who he's fairly sure don't have any means of tasting whatever they're asking after. Instead, he sets to exploring the kitchen, jerking back when a ghost manifests in a cabinet he opens, gritting his teeth and waving a hand at it as if that'll cause the ghost to dissipate like smoke. )
Searing impossible to deal with these things... oh, look! Apples.
( He pulls one out, examining it with a curious eye and a sniff. )
Wormy apples.
( One of the ghosts leans in front of Wen Kexing's face, making a demand for fat, white worms in response. )
How do you know about the wait?