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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.