This table has nothing t do with anything hurr XD
Io had made the long journey to Halifax yesterday, walking the whole way. Something which she'd rather not do. Neo had followed, for no reason as he would not take any weight on his back yet so that rendered him useless until further notice. The woman had no time to train him in her condition, nor the patience. Cooking was a different story however. That did not stress her out, ever, in fact it was the one thing that calmed her down.
Halifax was alot like Warsaw, though alot more run down and unimproved. Though it gave her a homely feeling, she would not let herself feel safe. Neo moved along behind her, stopping and knocking over several bins in sheer curiousity, displeasing the hybrid, who was not in the mood for her steeds stupidity.
The bookshop was here next step, she needed cook books and she knew the perfect place to get them. There was a book store that had several book in forgein languages, because if there was one thing she hated, it was reading in English. Going inside and making her way to a shelf, she finally found a book in her home tongue. She picked it up and read it ou loud to herself. "Jedna łyżeczka soli, oliwy z oliwek, kurczak, królik z łatwością wymienić...." Closing the book and placing it in her satchel, she smiled, 'Perfect'.
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