Clint Barton (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thingsandarrows) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} noexits, |
The cache they found was nothing huge but better than he'd expected. With the practived truancy of a bored child when their doctor stepped out of the room, Clint began pulling open drawers and cabinets for anything worth pilfering. And set himself on the bizarre train of what exactly in a place like this was edible.
Towels were smart, and sheets, on a different sort of trip. But Delreth had those and both impromptu bandages were too bulky when they were looking for food.
There were several bottles of oil, skimming the labels, nothing seemed not food, but opening them revealed most of them rancid. Still, he managed two bottles of coconut and whatever a safflower based oils were, a half used container of tiger balm, most of a pump bottle of hand sanitizer, and two tubs of coconut oil massage cream that he didn't know were food but maybe could be. He swept them all in the gym bag he had brought on this accidental trip.
And then, under the sink, he stumbled on a cardboard box half full of red and purple plastic packets. That was gonna be a weird sell.
Clint picked up one and ripped it open with his teeth, squeezing some out on his right wrist and licking it. And trying not to let his mind wander for too long exactly where it had automatically gone.
As a food, edible lube tasted like candy chased with vaseline. But it said edible and energy gels could taste the same. Clint tilted the box into his duffelbag too.
Splitting attention between the door and the contents. He field stripped the room with more of a burglar's urgency than a soldier's precision. But this place wasn't stocked with as much order either. On a thought as he left, he grabbed a towel, shoving it in the back of his waistband and came back to check on Varric.
"Nothing great but something's probably there. Anything?"