Sweeney would never assume it wouldn't be available, just that it shouldn't be counted on. Not that he thinks Dorian would do that necessarily. Just getting things out in the open before any issues arise.
He nods once in acknowledgment. "I'll keep an eye out fer seeds in port. I know there's a bunch'a types in the greenhouse, but I f'gure that may not'ta made the cut." Being that tobacco is a pure indulgence (and something that's apparently regulated for some Inmates). Course, so are fucking flowers, and they have plenty of those.
"I'll keep an eye out as well," he nods. Though note to self: find out what the hell tobacco seeds look like.
"I'll also keep an eye out for canning supplies, preservatives, things like that. We're going to need a shit ton of salt, I can tell that much already." Hmm, what else will they need...more booze, definitely, and Dorian takes another drink of his gin.
"I'm lookin' ta go traditional as quick as possible. Self-sufficient if we can. Fer the fuckin' sake of all this 'not as powerful' shit."
It's easier to throwback for one that's lived multiple lives off the land without refrigeration. It's just a matter of getting the infrastructure in place and people open to the idea of lacking some creature comforts.
Also, he's gonna stock up on whatever alcohol he can afford.
"The more self-sufficient the better. After all, we're on a space barge in the middle of nowhere. It's not like there's a bloody power grid we could hook up to if things go poorly."
There's not really anything they could hook up to if things go poorly. They'll all just be floating in space, a lovely little pile of dead people and Dorian, someone who's in a constant circle of death and revival.
The thought's awful. Don't mind Dorian as he downs the rest of his drink to drive it out.
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He nods once in acknowledgment. "I'll keep an eye out fer seeds in port. I know there's a bunch'a types in the greenhouse, but I f'gure that may not'ta made the cut." Being that tobacco is a pure indulgence (and something that's apparently regulated for some Inmates). Course, so are fucking flowers, and they have plenty of those.
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"I'll also keep an eye out for canning supplies, preservatives, things like that. We're going to need a shit ton of salt, I can tell that much already." Hmm, what else will they need...more booze, definitely, and Dorian takes another drink of his gin.
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"I'm lookin' ta go traditional as quick as possible. Self-sufficient if we can. Fer the fuckin' sake of all this 'not as powerful' shit."
It's easier to throwback for one that's lived multiple lives off the land without refrigeration. It's just a matter of getting the infrastructure in place and people open to the idea of lacking some creature comforts.
Also, he's gonna stock up on whatever alcohol he can afford.
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There's not really anything they could hook up to if things go poorly. They'll all just be floating in space, a lovely little pile of dead people and Dorian, someone who's in a constant circle of death and revival.
The thought's awful. Don't mind Dorian as he downs the rest of his drink to drive it out.