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The Nome looked up at Eight, the girl looking down at the Nome. They were having a sort of stare off.
Eight had caught the little thing trying to steal her beets, a very hard to obtain thing. Was this how those chefs felt when she stole food?
“I’m not mad.” Eight’s tone betrayed her words, the Nome taking a few steps back. The poor thing looked terrified but that was normal for the critters.
“Just give it back.. please? I need it to make things.” Eight sighed, placing out her hand for the Nome to put the beet in. The creature refused, holding the vegetable closer to its body.
Eight groaned, she knew she could forcefully take the veggie back. The Nome was half her size, it’d be easy to overpower…
The sweater girl shakes her head, shifting those thoughts out of her head. She was not about to pull a Six. That banana raincoat wearing bitch would torment Eight’s poor Nome friends whenever she could.
The same creatures that trusted Eight with their life, being tormented by an asshole in a raincoat. Always something with that one…
Eight and Seven were the only ones that could actually communicate with the Nomes or the Nomes only actually cared about what the two of them said. One of the two options. The sweater girl and the boy in the shackle had learned that their chirps and clicks meant something. Being able to more clearly tell when they were hungry, alarmed, happy, or sad. Lots of other things as well.
Sure it was a bit of a learning curve but how long had Eight and Seven been around these creatures? Three, maybe four, years? Even with the girls dinky calendar time was hard to tell in this nowhere but jeez… Eight was getting old.
Back to the thieving Nome at hand. Eight again opened her hand for the critter to put the beet in. The Nome simply shakes its cone head.
It wasn’t running away though, that was a good sign. Right? The Nome made a chirp, one that Eight recognized. Picking up context clues, the girl knew the creature was hungry.
“Listen.” Eight began, leaning down slightly to look ‘eye to eye’ with the Nome. “How about I make that beet into a soup. You can get first dibs?”
The Nome considers her offer for a moment, FINALLY handing over the beet. Eight sighs in relief, beginning to walk over to her big cooking pot. The Nome follows her, she picks it up and places it on the counter.
Sure enough, Eight made a wonderful meal and that Nome got the first bowl of the soup.