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Oh - Yeah. That was me.

[ He's quite surprised someone actually decided it seemed interesting. Eliot was prepared to just force Quentin to go with him, but now it would seem he doesn't have to. ]

Would you like to come in? We can talk about it on the doorstep but it might be a little more comfortable to sit down.

[He seems so... shocked by the idea, it's almost cute. Some people really do have nothing else going on here, buddy.

Klaus nods at the invitation inside.] Yeah, absolutely.

[He's not sure how much there is to talk about, it really feels more like the sort of thing you just have to dive into. Still, he walks inside and idly glances around the house. He's seen worse, he's seen better, which is just about the case of everything in this place, near as he can tell so far; but he decides not to comment on it. It isn't like these houses are really their choice, after all.

He rotates on his heel to face the other man again, hands resting at his hips.]

So... what were you thinking, with this little hunt and gathering expedition, anyway?

[ Eliot wonders what he should say. He wonders if he should have thought about an answer to this sort of question ahead of time, and if he wants to just admit that he's looking for the next best thing he can find to coke. He's never been shy about his drug dependency, but he decides to err on the side of caution.

At least for now. ]

Pharmaceuticals. You know, natural pain relief and salves for things. There's not really a pharmacy or a doctor around here and it might be nice to have some sort of first aid on hand.

[ And if Eliot can make tea that gets him totally blitzed, all the better. ]

Pharmaceuticals. [He echoes in a tone that has just this side of a knowing sound to it. And maybe he's wrong. Some people really are into all that new wave health stuff. Hell, he had subscribed to some of it in the 60's, himself, even. But...] Right. That'd be handy.

[A beat. A smirk.] And if we happen to find some weed along the way, I really won't be complaining.

If we can find cannabis plants growing in the wild in this climate, that'd be the best miracle I could ever ask for.

[ And absolute dream, really, and just what this whole town needs. But Eliot's not going to get his hopes up. ]

I thought I'd really tap into my potential witchiness, you know?

Fingers crossed. [He sing-songs those two words. Hope is dangerous, but damn, it would be nice.

He grins as the other comment, though.] Nothing wrong with that. Herbal remedies are better than none at all.

[Hell, in some cases, they might just be better.]

Yeah. I figure I wasted all that time in school, I may as well put it to use.

[ Besides, he's better in situations like this when he has something to throw himself into. He doesn't really like to think about his problems. But, you know, who does? ]

You went to school for... herbology? [Curiouser and curiouser.]

God. No. That'd be fucking horrible.

[ Can you imagine? The thought alone makes him want to barf, because he's had more than his share of agriculture in his life and he doesn't need to be throwing himself into a life of it. ]

I took a bunch of classes in the mystical properties of plants so we could plant our own garden and make the most amazing cocktails.

That sounds like the best class. [He laughs a little.] Teach me your ways, Master.

If you can find me some vodka then I would gladly impart my mixology wisdom. As it is, I'm not really into the idea of growing my own potatoes and trying to distill them or whatever. I'm a consumer, not a creator.

[ He wishes he had his flask on him. He wonders if his flask would even work here. ]

I keep hoping some will appear in the general store downtown, but, alas... [He spreads his hands in a wide shrug. He's only been here a few days, yet, but... a guy can hope, okay?]

I'll start getting worried when I start to think that drinking listerine is a good idea.

[ Because Eliot has standards, even if they're questionable at best. Still - an addict's gotta do what an addict's gotta do, right? ]

At least there's cigarettes. It's my last thread of sanity.

[ That, and having something to do. Eliot can focus on digging up plants and providing a needed service and he won't even realize too much that he's missing booze. ]

[Klaus wrinkles his nose a little at that idea. Even he had never been that desperate in all his years of addiction. No thanks.]

I guess they had to give us at least one vice to hold onto.

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