Shot 02 - written

[easierdonethansaid]

[In the late morning, Sebastian Moran opens up his Journal. Today, he just writes in it. Easier than switching between writing and talking right now.]

I don't mean to be a bother, but I did have a question for all you fine folks.

See, I've been craving a little taste of home, and today seems as good a day as any. I know what I need, but I admit I don't know quite what your shops around here carry.

I've got a list, though, and I'd be much obliged if anyone could tell me what you know the shops don't carry.


Coriander
Turmeric
Cumin
Fenugreek
Red pepper
Cinnamon (powdered and stick)
Mustard seed
Ginger
Garlic
Black pepper
Peppercorns
Cardamom

Tomatoes
Onion
Rice flour
Olive oil
Chickpeas
Salt

Plain yoghurt
Olive oil
Distilled vinegar
Chile peppers
Mint leaves
Chicken
Basmati rice
Bay leaves


Any help you can provide would be greatly appreciated.

Col. S. Moran

Comments

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[deadlyjuliet]

For business, pleasure or a bit of both?

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[easierdonethansaid]

Both.

Served in the Army, only two years away from India in combat, and then spent a good time after I retired there, too.

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[deadlyjuliet]

Ooh, lovely. I always wanted to travel to the other side of the Empire, but sadly work keeps me on the homefront. You're from the Empire, yes?

...Or is this another one of those time warps.

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[easierdonethansaid]

Eighteen-nintey-one, where I'm from. And you?

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[deadlyjuliet]

Oooh, just a tic or two into the future, are we? 1889. Glorious time we live in, hm?

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[easierdonethansaid]

I like it, certainly.

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[deadlyjuliet]

So tell me, Colonel Moran, what is it that such a fine retired man does in his time now? Other than cook delicious things, that is.

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[easierdonethansaid]

When I'm not here, you mean? Work lookin' after a paranoid pr'fessor. Don' mind it, though. Good pay, lots of travel.

Now, 'round here? Haven' found much to entertain me, to be honest.