sneeze and the other lunch doesn't know a thing about cooking and cleaning."
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She was not satisfied with doing the work alone. With her warm smile and a pleading "Would it be bad if you ...?" or "Could you maybe just briefly ..." she hooked him. The stars were already in the sky when she threw the last pinch of salt into the soup pot with a happy humming and shouted "Food is ready!" Outside, where he dumped the last bucket of cleaning water into the stream.Smoke rose from the chimney of the hut and it smelled delicious. C17 hurried to rinse the bucket and quickly slipped off his shoes so as not to let the food get cold.
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"Unfortunately I didn't have the time to bake my own bread," she said, nodding her head at the dark loaf of bread that was lying on a wooden board. "Would you please...?"
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He did not take long and cut off thick slices. The strong lentil stew tasted better than anything he'd made or stolen recently. Of course, afterwards he was asked with a friendly smile to help with the dishes. But somehow that rounded off the homely atmosphere.
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"Tomorrow I'll do the laundry and bake a cake," Lunch promised and looked around for a place to sleep.
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"You can have the bed," C17 offered her. "I make myself comfortable on the floor."
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"You don't have to," Lunch looked at the wide bed."That's big enough for two. Do you have extra pillows and blankets?"
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"In that chest over there," said C17, slightly perplexed. Was she serious? "You, I am ... I mean ... did you ...?" How could he bring it up without blushing?
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“Yes?” She leaned forward to fish the blankets from the deep chest. Her rounded bottom was easy to see despite the loose overalls (C17 was annoyed that he hadn't thought of bringing her clothes ...). With the blankets in her arms, she turned to face him. “What did you want to ask, C17?” Despite her undeniable age, she could almost be his mother, she had the innocent aura of a young girl. He swallowed and shook his head. Impossible, there was no way he could bring that up. "Oh nothing ... just, it could be uncomfortable, I uh ... have a restless sleep."
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"It doesn't matter!", She laughed. She rolled two of the blankets into a thick sausage and placed them right in the middle of the bed.One cushion on the left, one on the right and she did the same with the other two blankets. "That would solve the problem, wouldn't it? Since I have always slept alone up to now," she missed the astonished expression on his face, "I also don't know whether I might be lashing out or snoring in my dream."
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From the chest she got two thick towels and one of his many shirts. "Can I borrow that? I don't like lying in bed in the dirty overalls when I have freshly made it up."
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He could only nod. With soap, towel and shirt, she went out, humming happily, around the hut to the stream. A few meters up the stream a small waterfall had created a pool. She didn't seem to care about any tensioners. Quietly she took off her overalls and climbed into the cold pool, clad only in her laundry. C17, who had followed her at a distance, could hardly breathe at the sight. A thin thread of blood ran from his nose and he turned hastily towards the hut, his face bright red.Behind his back he only heard the rushing of the little waterfall, for which he was grateful. He walked out of sight, wiped the blood off himself with a few leaves and waited until he was sure that she had finished her bath. He was about to sneak closer again when he heard a scream.
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End of the 1st part
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