"I do," K agrees readily, although there's something particularly pleasing to finding out Jesus might think of it as good news. It makes him want to do more, even though he already did.
"I like it. Have you tried it on broccoli?" He clearly pronounces each syllable, the result of reading an unfamiliar word on a sign.
He digs around until he finds it, then gives K a teasing grin. "I didn't expect you two to have gadgets already. When did you pick up your broccoli and lemon skills?"
"They came with the kitchen," he protests with obviously false indignation given he's smiling.
"I saw a picture of the juicer. It had half a lemon in it, so that seemed pretty straightforward. I was boiling everything else and the broccoli came out pretty good so we just added the juice." K huffs a short, amused sound. "V got lemon juice everywhere."
He laughs. "I've heard of people wearing goggles to work with citrus. I'm probably no better. I haven't had a real lemon in years." And K, he knows, never had one at all before this.
"I can't get used to all this," he confesses quietly, and has said before, but it strikes him sometimes. "The kitchens are always full."
K is focusing on the carrots again, on slicing up the last few chunks, trying to picture protective eyewear for cutting fruit and how vigorously one would need to juice a lemon to need it.
Then he glances sidelong at Jesus, and back to what his hands are doing.
"What do you mean by getting used to it?" he asks. "Taking it for granted? Or not being surprised when they are? Or something else?"
"Yeah I keep feeling surprised by it all. And then I keep hoarding food..." He grimaces. "I want to remember how to just enjoy things, but at the same time, I don't want to settle in."
K has a complicated reaction to Jesus admitting he doesn't want to settle in - he gets it, he's seen it before, they've touched on it, but it's still a coping mechanism. It's lacking trust, which is intelligent in certain situations and problematic as a blanket statement.
He finishes cutting and sets the knife down, collecting the bright orange discs into a pile at one side of the board.
"Start with shifts, maybe," is his suggestion. "At certain times, or on certain days, or with certain people or doing certain things, tell yourself this is to enjoy. The rest of the time, follow your instincts."
"Everyone with a job does, to a point," K answers, moving to wash his hands. They're tinted a bright orange-yellow from the carrot that he investigates for a moment in front of the sink. "This time is for performing duties. This time is for pursuing personal matters. It's just shifting how you think about it."
K's eyes tick up from his hands and find Jesus's. "I don't mean that I think of this as a job. I'm enjoying this."
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"I like it. Have you tried it on broccoli?" He clearly pronounces each syllable, the result of reading an unfamiliar word on a sign.
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"I saw a picture of the juicer. It had half a lemon in it, so that seemed pretty straightforward. I was boiling everything else and the broccoli came out pretty good so we just added the juice." K huffs a short, amused sound. "V got lemon juice everywhere."
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"I can't get used to all this," he confesses quietly, and has said before, but it strikes him sometimes. "The kitchens are always full."
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Then he glances sidelong at Jesus, and back to what his hands are doing.
"What do you mean by getting used to it?" he asks. "Taking it for granted? Or not being surprised when they are? Or something else?"
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He finishes cutting and sets the knife down, collecting the bright orange discs into a pile at one side of the board.
"Start with shifts, maybe," is his suggestion. "At certain times, or on certain days, or with certain people or doing certain things, tell yourself this is to enjoy. The rest of the time, follow your instincts."
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He looks at the meal he's making, breathes in the scent of chicken warming in the oven and the fresh crisp sweetness of the carrot K cut up.
"Is that how you've done it?"
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K's eyes tick up from his hands and find Jesus's. "I don't mean that I think of this as a job. I'm enjoying this."
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