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[guiltapalooza]

[Willow is on her knees in one of the open spaces of the makeshift dining room-- if it could even be called that-- frowning comically into a hollowed, blackened space used as a fire pit in the stone floor. She has a small fire going, mostly embers; that wasn't the problem. And there was a large, shiny stock pot propped on scavenged bits of metal above it, at an appropriate distance.

The problem was what to put in it. She has water in the pot, and a collection of various herb-looking things and a couple scattered, scraggly vegetable-looking things set out on the floor in front of her. She'd done enough exploring with Buffy in the past week or two to find some of the outdoor areas, and rustle up the things that looked like reasonable approximations of cooking ingredients.]

And then Willow poisoned everyone while trying to make soup, [she says to herself under her breath. No, better do an edibility-detecting spell. Was that even a thing? It was now, because she needed one.

She just needed to... do it. Yeah. She could do that. Willow continues to eye her set up, composing the spell in her mind.]

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[feigns]

I'd rather she didn't. [ he's been watching her for a few moments out of a mixture of curiosity and boredom — the castle hasn't proven itself to be full of never-ending curiosities and excitement, after all, and even if it had, the fact that they were trapped acted in stark opposition to the development of fascination. that aside, his remark is uttered relatively cheerful, pointedly betraying little of his frustration at being stuck far from where he ought to be. ] If it's that much of a concern— [ he continues after a moment, gaze briefly shifting away from willow and up towards the ceiling. ] —I'd prefer it if you opted not to feed me. I'll find and make my own food so as to miss out on any mass poisonings.

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow is very, very familiar with humor used to cover up frustration, and uses it frequently herself.]

Oh, she's about to do a spell to-- I mean, I'm about to do a spell to make sure it's all edible. I was just thinking of how to do it. [She's twisted around in her kneeling position on the floor to face him as she speaks, and despite his criticism, she offers him a somewhat apologetic smile.]