# Ch.22: It's not procrastination, I swear!

Since F1 is a very boring fox-animal-man-thing, I will now talk about F2.

She was doing some marksmanship training alongside F5.

While F5 focused on accuracy, F2 was trying to get good with her other hand.

F2: So, how come I'm hearing you over all these gunshots?

F5: The earmuffs must come with radio and some exotic noise filter.

F2: What was that radio thingy again?

F5: Dunno. I think it has something to do with invisible, inaudible waves.

F2: Well, there must be some kind of book about it at the library!

F5: Knowing about them really isn't on my list of priorities, you know.

F2: But it could come in handy!

F5: Sure. Still don't care.

F2: How can't you know how useful is something you don't know?

F5: Did you talk with Filbert recently?

F2: Yeah! How did you know?

F5: Figures. Only he would spout such overly complicated questions.

And the answer is no. I'm pretty sure I'll never need to know about radio.

F2: But...

F5: Ugh.

F2: Oh, sorry for annoying you.

F5: No, it's fine. Even I think I was like this once.

F2: Well, what I wanted to say was that, uh, ummm...

F5: I wager that you wouldn't win many debates.

F2: Hold on, I almost got it!

F5: I'm listening...

She took a while to talk back because she got

confused between doing the training and talking.

F2: Ok, so, don't you think that...

you really don't need to know about anything?

F5: What?

F2: I mean... If you're just a farmer, and can feed yourself,

you don't really need to know about math or even be capable of reading.

F5: Well, I sure wouldn't like to live in a mud shack.

F2: That's the point! While you wouldn't ever need to know about radio,

wouldn't it come handy to know about it? You never know!

F5: Hmmm... I'm still not convinced.

F2: Also, master doesn't want you to train for the same thing all day.

F5: Fine! I'll look up the damn thing!

F2: By the way, should I say master or masters?

F5: How about you go and bug Filbert about it, or even better,

ask them personally?

F2: Oh yeah! Why didn't I think about it?

F2: Hello? Are you guys there?

J: If you're listening this, stop being such a needy brat.

We are occupied doing adult stuff, so this is an automated message.

If you can't stop being such a needy brat,

please leave a 5-second message on the voicemail after hearing a beep.

I will probably send it to the shredder when I have time.

*beep*

Moving on, F3 was teaching F4 about stuff.

F3: So, this is Euclid's principle...

However, maths are boring and I skipped them during kindergarten,

so we will be skipping them here too.

Next up was F6.

Not straying off too much from her origins,

she was currently trying to bake bread,

but she ran into a few problems.

First and foremost,

the cookbooks called for ingredients that were unavailable,

like wheat flour, yeast, and sugar? Who the hell adds sugar to bread?

Anyways, since she had none of the required ingredients,

she tried making some sourdough starter and hoped for the best.

Not bothering to clean her hands and therefore leaving a mess,

she looked up some more recipes.

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In her defense, getting dough out of her fur must have been mighty difficult.

Now, she tried to make a steak.

Fortunately, she kind of had the ingredients this time.

Unfortunately, she had to prepare them.

She didn't see any any problems with making steaks out of fish,

but even with the butchering guide, she made a mess.

She applied a bit of lard on the pan, the fish fillet,

and some salt "to taste".

She didn't know what that meant,

and ended up adding an unpleasantly large amount.

After washing the fillet and reapplying the salt,

she got the right amount and ate it up.

After that, she tried making a fairy cake.

Using oat flour, some berries and baking soda,

she somehow managed not to fuck it up.

It wasn't the best fairy cake ever, and the soda didn't work without protein,

but it was acceptable. Of course, she ate her cake.

She still had a long ways to go towards even Zack's overcooked level.

Fortunately, after finishing her cooking,

she heeded the sign on the kitchen that said 'LEAVE A MESS

AND I'LL LEAVE YOU A MESS' and left it acceptably clean.

Then she remembered that she had to make lunch for everyone.

In a rare case of me actually narrating lunch,

the foxes had some rehydrated meat with a side of starchy paste and rape.

Funny plant name.

They had water this time.

F4: You know, this isn't really good, but it's not bad either.

F3: You get a seven out of ten for effort.

F2: I wanna know, how was everyone else?

F4: I got the maths.

F3: He got the maths.

F5: I got a few bullseyes.

F1: I went fishing.

F6: The flour is still stuck on my fur.

F4: Aren't you going to take a shower?

F6: Maybe after a nap.

F4: I don't think that they would appreciate having you take naps, you know.

F1: I caught a tuna.

F5: And?

F1: ...

F5: Don't you have anything else to say?

F1: I read about fishing.

F2: Did you like it?

F1: Yes.

F5: I bet that you wouldn't win many debates either.

F3: Would you?

F5: Pfft, of course I...

F5: Ok, maybe not.

F6: You'd hit them over with a glass bottle?

F5: How did you know?

F6: Because that's something you would do?

F5: Fair.

F4: Ew! I got a hair in my food!

F2: By the way Freya, why is it that the hair on your head is so long?

F6: I dunno.

F4: Now that you say it, it's kinda weird isn't it?

It's like she's got a wig on top of her fur.

F1: I'd wager that master designed her like that.

F2: Why?

F1: I don't think that they needed a reason for that.

F1: By the way, should I say master or masters?

That has been worrying me for a while.

F3: I think they are three people, but you usually refer to them one at a time.

You could also just call them by their names.

F1: Good to know.

F5: I'm pretty sure that their names are bullshit.

Like, who the hell has a single letter as a name?

F6: Wasn't it obvious?

F5: What?

F3: They did say that they did not like discussing personal information.

F5: Oh yeah, I forgot about that. But couldn't they use less shitty names?

F1: If anything, the masters don't like to create false appearances, I think.

F3: Furthermore,

I would like to add that 'A' does not like to

spend unnecessary effort in dealing with us.

F4: In my opinion, that's just parental neglect!

Lunatics don't make good parental figures, who would have thought!

F6: I don't hate it. It's relaxing not to have someone nagging me all day.

Although I would like some more cookies...

F4: You think that getting screamed at is comfortable!?

F6: Ow. At least when 'A' gets angry, it doesn't hurt in my ears.

F2: I think that they want us to be more like "adults", whatever that means.

F3: Adulthood is... Uhhh...

F5: You don't know, now do you?

F3: No, not really.

F4: Well, if they made us,

why can't they tell us what they want from us straight?

Meanwhile...

G: So, why can't you just tell them, man?

J: They just wouldn't get it.

Z: To me, it seems like even you don't get it.

J: I CAN LEAVE IT WHENEVER I WANT!

Sure thing Jack.