Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
Dietre settled down on a chair at the table, too aware of his ineptitude as a chef to offer to help. With Adrian’s attention on preparing the meal, he felt a little more at ease, free to boldly eye the man whenever his back was turned. It was like Nilus and his painting, Dietre could watch and conversate safely.
“If you let me know when you’ll be going, I could leave money out for you.” Not only did Dietre forget to eat, he also forgot to shop for food to begin with, and so it had happened more than once that he went to attempt a meal only to find there was nothing but dog food in his cabinets. A couple hundred dollars a month did not seem too bad. He assumed that now with two mouths to feed it would be double, and so he made a mental note to set aside some of his pay each week.
“Hm… You are a scientist?” He asked, head canted, interest piqued. This was something new, everyone Dietre interacted with in town so far (for the most part) had creative careers. Painters, musicians, dancers, writers… Science seemed to exist in an opposite realm, one of math and facts and hard truths.
Dietre’s father had pressured him towards business, so other studies, such as science, were only touched on. “I know very little about such things; genes and the like… Do you enjoy it?” From what he could guess, it seemed an honest profession. There was no swindling involved, and your only profit was knowledge. Respectable.