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Your food is amazing and I'm going to make sure to remind you every chance I get! It's...kind of the least I can do after you fed me when I first got here.

[He brightens even further with the suggestion that he should come by the kitchen to help with kneading bread. He wouldn't even have thought of that as a good work-out, but now he's especially eager to try it out.]

Oh, that would be awesome, thank you! I wouldn't have thought of kneading bread as, like, an exercise but I'd love to try it out!

[And an exercise that means he doesn't have to think too much? He's definitely here for that.]

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[Jude smiles back, softening. Peter's excited thanks over something so simple makes him wonder. Is it really so uncommon for people to help each other out?

Then again, Jude isn't human.]

Most humans these days never have.

[Which is a weird thing to say, Jude!]

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[Peter arches an eyebrow at that peculiar statement, curious as to what Jude might mean by that. Well, he reminds himself, there are more than humans here in Thedas, after all.]

Most people don't consider kneading bread as an exercise? Or just humans and not elves, dwarves or Qunari?

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Most Rifters, is probably a better way to put it.

Too many of us from modern times.

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[Peter nods. Yeah, that makes sense, he thinks. He likes to think he's gotten better at reigning in his curiosity and tendency to ask a hundred borderline intrusive questions. He hopes, anyway.]

Yeah, I can see that. I think I'm still adjusting to...not modern life, honestly. But I really like the idea of kneading bread.

[There's something to be said about taking the time to put in the physical work in helping to create something, food or otherwise.]

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It's a kind of meditation too. Mindfulness and all that shit.

[Jude chuckles under his breath.]

My mama used to tell me to put my bad mood into beating up some dough. Felt better, and bread always tasted better too.

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[Peter grins.]

Yeah, I can see that. Like yoga, but you can take out all of your emotions on the bread.

[Peter thinks of May and her 'cooking,' and how, in spite of how terrible her food usually turned out, he always did appreciate the effort she put into making things work on her own. He ignores the ache that's always present when he thinks of May now.]

I bet. I feel like when you can pour your emotions into your food, it makes the food tast better.

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You sound like you know exactly what you're talking about.

[Jude's smile softens, thoughtful again.]

You cook?

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I might not have experience in taking out my feelings on bread but uh. I definitely know how to take out my feelings.

[By throwing himself into building computers, usually. Or that one time he tried to take out his feelings by actual murder, but he pushes that thought away as quickly as it surfaces.

Jude asks if Peter cooks, and he smiles to himself, thinking of how to best answer that question.] Kind of? I know the basics, at least. But uh. I would say the art of making ramen is probably the best I can say about my cooking abilities.