"This war never ended, did it? Not for us." // O/O // Closed

He nodded again. "Yeah. I plugged it in before we left, so we should know if it works." he replied, running a hand through his hair and shifting the bag to a different hand.

"Good," Mycah sighed, rolling their shoulders slightly. They were looking forward to just sitting in the house and getting everything together.

He let out a breath as they approached the house, shaking his head slightly as they came closer.

Mycah glanced around quickly before walking up to the door and unlocking it. They were on edge after all those people and very glad they were back at the house.

Winter headed inside, letting out a breath and heading to the kitchen. He opened up the fridge, sticking his hand inside to check the temperature.

Mycah set down their bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. "How is it?" They asked, walking back into the dining room and setting the sleeping bag on the table.

Winter blinked. "Oh, it's…" he sighed. "It's chilly, I guess. It's really noisy, though." he shrugged. "It'll work for now, though, i guess."

"Good," Mycah sighed and started unpacking the groceries. They put the ones that needed refrigerating in the refrigerator, and the rest they stacked on the counter to deal with later.

Winter assisted in unpacking the groceries, humming softly for a moment as he did. He hoped that the fridge would hold up well.

After all the refrigerated items had been unpacked, Mycah moved onto the others. There was a larger cabinet that they decided would be the pantry, and they started putting all the stuff that belonged in the pantry in there.

Winter kept helping out, setting the sleeping bags aside for later. "One of the rooms still has a bedframe, by the way. No mattress, but a bedframe." He said after a moment.

"Huh. We might be able to find a cheap mattress and not have to sleep on the floor, then." Mycah put the last of the food away and turned to Winter. "But for now we can just put the sleeping bags in the room with the nicest floor."

Winter nodded a little bit. "Yeah." He agreed, looking at Mycah. "Which I don't think will be any of these downstairs floors. Most of them are…" He glanced down. "Not in great shape."

"Hmm. Well, why don't we find the best floor and lay out the sleeping bags?" Mycah suggested, walking back to the dining room as grabbing one of the sleeping bags.

He nodded a little, and grabbed his own. "Alright. Let's head upstairs to look around." he headed upstairs, opening the doors.

Mycah sighed slightly and followed Winter upstairs. They peeked into some of the rooms, hoping they found a good room to sleep in. It was back to the old days, it would seem.

Winter checked the floors. "Here, this one works." he said, setting his sleeping bag down and letting out a breath. "I think."

Mycah walked into the room and inspected the floor. "Yeah, it seems like the best we could do for now," they agreed, setting down their sleeping bag. "Tell me if you want me to move it somewhere else," they added, not really knowing if Winter wanted some sort of privacy/space or anything like that.

Winter looked at him, and shrugged. "It's fine." he replied, running a hand through his hair. "But I'd rather be closer to the door, if that's alright."

"Yeah, that's good." Mycah nodded. "Just pick the area of the floor you want to occupy, and I will take whatever is left." They gave him a small smile.

Winter nodded, moving his sleeping bag around. "There." he said, returning the smile. "Thanks."

"Of course." Mycah dipped their head at him, then started toward the door. "What time is it? Too early to start on dinner?" They frowned slightly.

Winter squinted a little bit in thought. "Huh. I don't know." he replied, shrugging. "We could always get started, I guess."

"Yeah. It's not like we have anywhere to be or any plans." Mycah walked down to the kitchen. Now, they would see if they could cook anymore. During the last years of the war, they hadn't been able to do anything like that. They hoped it was like riding a bike, and if not, they hoped Winter knew how to.

Winter nodded, letting out a quiet laugh as he followed Mycah. "Do you know how to cook?" he asked after a moment, running a hand through his hair.

"I used to. Every once in a while, we'd get together and make each other something, just to keep our spirits up. But it's been a while since I've done that, so… I don't really know," Myach admitted, looking over at Winter. "What about you?"

"I…know how to cook some things." he admitted slowly. "It's been a while, but I should be able to. And if we have any cookbooks, I can follow a recipe."

"Well, then, I guess we'll just have to work together." Mycah shrugged. "I don't have any cookbooks, but we might be able to find some in here if we look. And if not, I'm sure there's a used bookstore in town where we can get some at some point."

Winter nodded, and started to poke through the cupboards, looking for some cookbooks or anything. He hummed softly for a moment.

Mycah started looking through the food they had bought, making a backup plan in case Winter couldn't find a cookbook. If all else failed, they could try and make some noodles with a salad or something like that.