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cheeseburger_backpack ([personal profile] cheeseburger_backpack) wrote in [community profile] bigapplesauce2016-01-17 11:06 pm

Enter the Warp Master [closed]

"Whoooah," Steven says as he stares at the New York City skyline. He's splayed on his back - on his backpack, if you want to get technical - and his palms are being tickled by... grass. Which is not the warp pad he should be feeling.

This is weird. He's good at warping, now. He's the Warp Master! He knows better than to mess around while they're all on the move. What went wrong?

Steven wiggles for a moment like an upended beetle, then rolls over onto his stomach. "Pearl?" he calls out experimentally. Maybe the warp pad they were aiming for got broken. Maybe it scattered them. "Garnet? Amethyst?" He pushes himself upright, then shivers. Wherever he is, it's colder than Beach City. Good thing he came prepared! He unzips his backpack, and a few moments' rummaging produces a hoodie. He pulls it on, puts up the hood, and gives the strings a good jerk to tighten it.

Much better. Now, he can find his friends.

That turns out to be much easier said than done. There are loads of people here. It's like six or seven Beach Cities combined, at least. Usually, warp pads take them to out-of-the-way places where people don't live, not huge, bustling spots like this.

Steven makes his way to the edge of the park, then stops, frowning at the heavy foot traffic. None of the Gems would be able to spot him in that crowd, or hear him over the rest of the noise. There are fewer people back the way he came. Maybe he should retrace his steps to where he arrived, in case his friends land in the same spot. Maybe it was the timing that got messed up, not the location. Maybe the warp pad was buried under the grass! Can that happen?

He'll ask the others when he finds them.

It's good to have a mission, even if it's not the one they originally set out on. Steven starts off at a purposeful march, backpack bouncing, eyes and ears peeled for any sign of Garnet, Pearl, or Amethyst. Or Lion. Hey, maybe Lion will show up!

He's been wandering long enough to start feeling a little apprehensive when he hears the familiar sound of someone playing a guitar. He knows it's not his dad - or at least he's pretty sure (could he have used the warp whistle again?) - but he wanders toward the sound, anyway. He likes music, and the Gems know he likes music. Maybe, if they can hear it, they'll head towards it, too.

Sure enough, the guy playing the guitar is a stranger. But he's playing really well! And he seems approachable, so Steven goes right on ahead and approaches. He doesn't intend to interrupt the performance, but the song is catchy, and the chorus is easy to pick up on, and before he can stop himself, he's singing along in harmony. If only he had his ukulele; then they could really jam.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-18 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
The days are getting colder, and the Balladeer has begun to wonder what he's going to do when winter hits in earnest. It's not too cold for him yet - he moves around a lot while busking - but the weather's affecting his audiences too. People are less likely to stop and listen when it's freezing out.

That just makes the ones who do stop all the more important, and he's quick to grin at the boy as he approaches. Oh, he likes it when kids come to watch! He hasn't got a lot of experience with them, but he entertains himself with the idea that they might go on to learn to play sometime. Teaching future generations, that's what it's all about!

For all that children like to watch buskers, the harmonizing is quite a surprise. But the Balladeer's a professional, and he doesn't let it catch him off-guard. He just quits his idle pacing to face his new partner, beaming. No one's ever just joined in when he's out here! This is amazing! The kid obviously has an idea of what he's doing too; he really is harmonizing, not just singing along. It's easy to include him on the song too, and when it's over, he finishes with more of a flourish than usual.

Then he executes a rather theatrical bow to the kid, the kind he remembers doing for his old audience sometimes. "Hey, thanks for helping out! That was fun!" Straightening, he glances around over the kid's head. He's pretty young to be walking around the city alone. There must be a parent here somewhere, right?
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-18 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh..." The Balladeer's brow furrows uncertainly as he scans the crowd again. No one seems any more interested in the kid now than before. They must be looking for him, right? If they're around at all? "Yeah, sure."

He shrugs the guitar off his shoulders and sits down with the boy. Under normal circumstances, he might have played a few more songs and waited to see if these friends did show up. But he's got a weird feeling about this one. Even from a distance his song's a little different. The Balladeer probably would have instantly thought him a new Riftie, if he didn't seem so darn calm about all of this.

At least that makes it easy to remain casual himself. "So, what's warping?" For all he knows, that's just some twenty-first century slang he doesn't know about!

He...sort of doesn't really think that's the case.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-19 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah?" The Balladeer didn't look particularly moved by talk of magical warp pads, but he does take to music chat a lot easier. Music chat is easy! "I've got a ukulele back home too. I take it out busking sometimes, but I think people pay better for the guitar." He grins self-deprecatingly. "Plus you can fit a lot more dollar bills in the case!"

That's not really important. What's important is that warping is definitely not twenty-first century slang. He glances off down the path, letting out a long sigh. He's had to break the bad news before, but never to a little kid. If only Greta were here.

Well, she's not.

"This is New York City." He leans back, gesturing at the skyline. He has no idea if it'll mean anything to the kid. "I'm pretty new here too."
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-19 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer returns the handshake firmly. "I'm the Balladeer." This kid can roll with the punches pretty well; he doesn't need to give some kind of fake real-person name. He'd only forget it anyway.

"Um." He hesitates slightly at the question, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Yeah. Yeah, you can borrow my phone. But listen." Shifting closer, he lowers his voice. The Rift isn't much of a secret from the public anymore, not after that time it threw a temper tantrum all over the city, but there's no need to attract attention. "I think you might have gotten here the same way I did. This isn't the same universe I used to live in, I - a bunch of us - all got sucked up by this big rift thing." His tone is rather derisive, more so than if he were talking about some kind of natural phenomenon. It does all this on purpose. "So I don't know if you'll be able to reach whoever you're calling."

All the same, he takes the phone out of his pocket and hands it over with a faintly apologetic expression. "You should give it a shot though." Just because there's not a lot of hope doesn't mean they shouldn't try at all.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-19 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer watches Steven dial again and again, one foot tapping anxiously against the pavement. When the verdict comes in, he just nods soberly.

"It's a different universe. The same people won't be around." There's no warp panels in this world; if there's analogues to Steven and his friends here, they'd probably be unrecognizable. The kid's stranded. "I'm sorry," he says, for lack of any real comfort to give, and lifts the arm nearest Steven in silent invitation. He doesn't know him well, but hugs help a lot of things.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-20 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer holds Steven close with his free arm. It'd sounded like he was about to cry for a second, and already he was running through what small comforts he could give, but - no. He's already wanting to pull together with everyone else. He actually believes they'll all get home someday.

He smiles, despite himself. That's admirable.

"Iiiii dunno," he admits. "I'm pretty sure I haven't met everybody. Maybe thirty?" Given how often he meets rifties who've been here for ages longer than him, he suspects he may be lowballing it. Oh well. "There's some people who've tried, but the Rift is pretty dangerous. That's why you don't wanna get too close to the edges of the city. It'll stop you if it thinks you're trying to leave." Optimistic though he is, the Balladeer definitely knows better than to let Steven think he can just go down there and reason with it. There's no reason to think it'd go easier on him than it did on Iman. It obviously doesn't care if someone's a child.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-20 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Couple different places," the Balladeer responds, unknowingly knocking down yet another hopeful picture of the lot of them. "One of us - an angel named Gabriel - owns the building I live in, and I think maybe another one? A lot of us stay there." In fairness, the whole thing used to be a lot more organized. But he's pretty sure that whatever studies ROMAC used to conduct on the Rift, no one's doing them anymore. Help won't come from those quarters.

Speaking of quarters, where on earth is Steven going to live? Normally the Balladeer just sends new rifties towards an empty room in his own building, but he seems young to live alone. Greta's already got Lily, who's more than enough to handle. Who else is there...?

Maybe he'll just work that out later. "I could take you to see it?" He doesn't mind being done for the day. This is far more important.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-21 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer smiles, leaning down to gather the tips from his guitar case. "Not too far." It's all bills today. He pulls them into a neat stack, folds it, and slips it into his pocket. "I usually just walk, but sometimes I'll take the subway. Have you ever ridden one?"

It's a small thing, but Steven seems like he might enjoy the small adventure of it. Once the guitar is packed away, he hefts it onto his shoulder and stands. "Gabe doesn't live there himself, but I can call him if you want to meet him sometime. Actually, we'll have to get you a phone..." Where do people get phones connected to the Rift network nowadays? For all that he's directed a few new folks to proper lodging, he hasn't actually been involved in that part. Maybe Gabriel can help there too.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-21 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Despite himself, the Balladeer grins and reaches out to lightly ruffle Steven's hair. What a fun kid! He's not at all like Sara Jane's son. They've never really met, but he's heard Squeaky complain plenty about all that.

"I guess it could! But these are underground trains." He drops his voice to a mysterious pitch, spreading a hand to gesture demonstratively. The reality of it is a little grubby, but isn't it a marvelous idea, really? "They run through tunnels under the whole city. Everyone uses them, if it's too far too walk." He tends to go on foot himself; the trains are mostly for when it's just miserable out.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-21 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
It's lucky that Steven's willing to roll with the Balladeer's questionable understanding of personal boundaries. Ever since coming into the real world, he's been pretty enthusiastic about the idea of non-violent physical contact.

"Sure!" He agrees, altering their course slightly to make for the nearest station. He rides rarely enough that he's not sure of the exact schedule, but he's sure they won't have to wait too long regardless. Home's only a few stops away. "But stay close, okay? It's crowded down there." That's another reason he doesn't take the train much. The sound isn't unbearable, but it can get uncomfortable, especially if he starts to think too hard about it. Why bother unless he has to?

It's a small enough thing, though, and Steven's renewed happiness is easily worth it.

Manhattan streets aren't as packed as the subway stations, but they're still pretty crowded all on their own. The Balladeer didn't quite appreciate it before he had a smaller person to keep tabs on. Ordinarily he's not shy about making his way through, guitar case and all, but he slows his steps and is careful to keep near Steven as they head towards the station. "People busk in the subway stations sometimes too," he shares idly as they go. "Usually when it gets cold. I'm not sure if any of my friends will be down here today."
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-21 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeeeeeeeeep!" Little things like this have mostly lost their excitement for him, but he remembers when he felt that way too. The Balladeer descends, making sure not to lose Steven in the throng of people coming and going. One thing about New Yorkers: they will push you around. That kind of petty sort of rudeness that slides right off him, but they should really watch where they're going when it comes to kids. He's been through enough today.

The subway station is packed tight. It's a bit dingy, but lit fairly well and with enough turnstiles to handle the crowds. There's no buskers in here today. Maybe down on the platform. "I know most of the Park regulars," he continues, leading the way. "A lot of guitar players, one or two violinists - Frank's got a saxophone!"

Don't kids ride free down here? The Balladeer's got a vague impression of that being the case. It's something he's never had to think about before. But it sounds right, so he swipes his card once and holds the turnstile for Steven. "C'mon, hop through."
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-22 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer totally knows what he's doing, Steven. One hundred percent.

He glances down at the little hand fisted in his jacket. Yeah, the crowds are a little tough to navigate, huh? "Here," he offers, holding out his hand. It's a good idea! "Just watch the guitar case." The way it's hanging, it's at a pretty good height to smack Steven in the face if it swings wrong. He'll adjust it once things clear up a little.

"You know, I'm not sure how long they are exactly." He has to raise his voice to be heard as they weave their way towards their platform. The crowds are thinning out now, as everyone disperses to their various destinations, but there's still quite a few people heading in the same direction as them. People going about their everyday business. At this kind of volume, he actually likes it. "But it's pretty long. You'll probably see some pass by before ours comes. It'll be...over here." After a split-second pause to assess the signs, he leads the way to the right platform. Here, there's some actual breathing room.

"The rails are down there," he explains further, pointing to the edge of the platform. "Don't get too close though, it's dangerous." That would be why there's a yellow line, and all the signs about how you should really not cross the line. He still thinks it bears re-stating.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-23 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Steven's excitement is infectious, and the Balladeer grins. He can sense the attention from others on the platform as well, but doesn't turn to look. They can all use a little more wonder in their lives!

"Yep! There's a lot of them too - you can look at a map of all the routes once ours comes. Probably in a few minutes," he guesses, glancing at his watch. They got here at a pretty good time. Shifting the guitar case to the ground for the moment, he leans back against one of the pillars to watch Steven watch the tracks. "I'd never seen them until I got here, either. Some other cities have subway systems too, but I've never lived anywhere that populated." This is technically true. "This is probably the biggest one in the country." Okay, that one's a guess.

He turns to glance around at everyone else waiting for the train. They're clustered into ones and twos, ignoring each other and looking at their phones for the most part. That's normal for here, but he gets the idea that it's not for Steven. "You can meet people from all over here. It's a big tourist destination, so there's lots of folks passing through." He only means to soften the blow of New York culture. There's not much to say about it, though, so he's faintly relieved when another train blows in, slowing to a stop alongside the platform. Everyone moves as the doors slide open, and the Balladeer hefts the case to his shoulder again and gestures to Steven. "This is it! Watch the gap."

Luckily there's enough seats that they don't have to stand. Steven would probably get crushed. The Balladeer leads the way to a pair, pointing out the route map on the opposite wall. "See, that's all the trains! We're on the green one!"
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-23 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! You live near the beach?" The Balladeer is immediately enthused by this, lighting up in a distant echo of Steven when the train came rolling in. "I've never really been to one! I mean, I've seen the ocean from a distance, but I've never had the chance to actually go." He smiles wistfully. There's always been something to get in the way. He'd really like to visit for real someday! It's supposed to be beautiful and peaceful down by the water, and he's heard so many people talk about it. It's been important to them over the years.

It just...doesn't seem quite important enough to tangle with the Rift over. He likes having limbs.

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees to peer at the map. "Okay, we're at that circle - " He points out the station they're leaving now. The train lurches into motion around them, and the few people still on their feet grab for the bars. Reading subway maps to kids, at least, is probably a common enough sight for them. "And we're going two up. It won't take too long."
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-23 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer smiles too as he listens to Steven's stories, though his expression is a little more sad. The kid doesn't seem to have realized yet that he's likely not to go home anytime soon. It's not impossible; the Rift seems to send some people back quickly enough. But it's not terribly likely either.

He can't bring himself to challenge optimism like that. It goes against his nature. Even his belief that the Rift might keep some people forever is, in the end, something hopeful when he applies it only to himself.

"I've...actually never been swimming," he replies instead, in the tone of someone who may have just now realized this fact. Is that unusual? "I'm sure I could learn, it can't be that hard." Surfing's another matter. But beachside jam sessions...that's something he could really get behind.

He reflexively curls his fingers around Steven's hand in turn as the two of them leave the train. They look like they're together now; no one around here has any way of knowing that he basically just found a lost kid in the park and took him home. Geez, people around here should pay more attention. "You're welcome! I had fun too!" It's crowded here too, and he can only turn and grin at the boy for a second before focusing again on where they're going. This station is smaller than the other one, and they quickly ascend the stairs and emerge into the sunlight again.

"Here we are!" The apartment building is only a couple minute's walk from the station, and the Balladeer gestures grandly up at it as they arrive. It isn't entirely worth the pomp. On the outside, there's little to distinguish it from any of the other tall brick buildings along the street; it certainly doesn't look like it's owned by an angel. He bounds up the steps and opens the door for Steven, brow crinkling slightly as a thought occurs to him. "You remember how to get here, right? All you'd have to do is take that same line to the same stop, if you ever need to find your way back." He doesn't see any reason why he should be out in the city alone, but you can't rely on plans with the Rift around. For all he knows, it'll teleport Steven to Queens tomorrow. He should be able to find his way home.

...or, you know. Here.

Where is Steven going to stay, exactly?
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-24 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh...yeah, pretty much," the Balladeer responds with a shrug, starting up the stairs. "There's plenty of empty ones, we don't really have to share." If they wanted to, that'd be another matter, but it's enough for him to bunk near some people. He spends most of his days out anyway; he's never wanting for social interaction.

That's all well and good for displaced adults. Steven's too young to live alone. More than that, he doesn't seem as if he'd like it. "Don't worry," he continues, pausing for a moment at the top of the stairs and turning to smile reassuringly down at Steven. "You don't have to live alone."

Entering onto his own floor, he cranes his head down the hall towards Greta's door for a moment. It sounds like she's home - but didn't he already decide he wasn't going to drop another child on her out of the blue? She's going through enough, she's doing enough. He can handle things on his own. Unlocking the door, he leads Steven inside.

His apartment is pretty sparse, as if he doesn't spend a lot of time in it. But there's musical instruments set carefully up in the living room and photos of landscapes hanging on the walls. He's been making more of an effort lately. "You can stay here, if you want?" The Balladeer offers, faintly uncertain. He hasn't really got any idea how to do this. It's just obviously the right thing to do. "Or I can take you to meet some of my friends in the building later."
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-24 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer shrugs, going to kneel before the instrument stands as he takes the guitar out of its case and sets it back in its proper spot. "Nah, don't worry about it." Having any private space at all is still a little bit of a novelty; Steven would be a sight better than the people he used to live alongside. If anything, his main concern is that he really has no idea how to take care of a kid.

Well hey, Steven's not so young. He can probably do lots of things for himself! The Balladeer has a very vague conception of child development, but that seems likely.

Turning back to Steven, he notices the fidgeting. Is he worried? He frowns and gets back to his feet. "I mean, you can get your own if you want! I don't have an extra bed or anything..." And while he doesn't have a lot of furniture to begin with, there's definitely not room for much else in here. There's the couch, of course, but that seems a little unfortunate as a permanent thing. He'd been thrilled to get a bed of his own. Maybe he could find one of those couches that turns into a bed?
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-24 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah?" Now that the question of lodging is settled (and Steven seems happier again), the Balladeer relaxes and plops down on the couch next to him. The cheeseburger backpack makes him smile; he'd noticed it before, but the absurdity is only now having a chance to settle in. "Like what?"

Whatever Steven has, it's surely not enough to prepare him for living in a new city. The Balladeer's gonna have to pick up some things - bedding, more food. Schoolbooks? Does Steven need schooling?

He really ought to ask Greta about all this.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-25 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer watches the items pile up with interest, and reaches out to pick up the uninflated raft. It takes him a second of inspection to figure out what on earth it is. Inexperienced with water - equally inexperienced with rubber rafts.

"Neat." He sounds genuinely impressed as he puts the raft back with the rest. That bag carries a lot more than he thought it did just from looking. A lot of it is odd, but the extra clothes will come in handy - and hey, who's he to say that a rock might not ever be useful? "You carry all this stuff all the time?"
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-25 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
In fairness, it took the Balladeer until about now to realize that Steven should be in school. Does he...does he have to get him enrolled somewhere, or does this count as extenuating circumstances?

His confusion must have showed on his face. He smiles a bit sheepishly. Most of what Steven has to say isn't actually throwing him much; plenty of people have interesting stories around here. "Nah, nothing like that. But don't worry! It's not the strangest thing I've heard. Some of the others have magic - sometimes the Rift actually gives people a little bit when they come through. Normally pretty subtle stuff, I think." He actually doesn't know much about how Rift powers work. Probably, knowing the Rift, there's not any actual rules to it.

Leaning forward, he tries to get a good look at the gem while it's visible. It doesn't look like a piercing. From here, Steven's skin seems to just meld perfectly with the crystal. Is it part of him? Would that make a mutant Gem...just sort of a mutated Steven?

Ugh.

He'd sort of like to inspect the Gem further, but he's aware that you don't just go around poking people in the stomach. "How do you do that?" he asks, leaning back. "Defend Earth, I mean."
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-25 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer listens to the account with obvious interest. He loves hearing about other people's stories in their own words. They always put things differently than he would, emphasizing some things and downplaying others and adding their own spin. It tells you what's really important to them. And if that spin is more along the lines of outright lies, well, that tells you something too.

"Well, I don't know a lot about magic," he says encouragingly, "But I'm sure it'll come with practice! Just like learning to play an instrument, right?" At least, he understands that other people had to practice to learn.

The fact that the other Crystal Gems all have actual gemstone names doesn't fly past him. But Steven's young - maybe he'll get one when he graduates from training or whatever. "Are there only the four of you? For the whole world?"
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-27 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Makes sense," he allows. It does, if the problem's coming from broken Gems to begin with.

The Balladeer wonders if that's quite as horrifying as Steven's making it sound. He isn't doing it on purpose. But even with so little context, the Balladeer can imagine the kind of things that might result in so many people getting...broken, mutated, becoming dangerous and mindless. They aren't things he cares to question Steven about further right now.

Instead he pops back to his feet, stepping around the couch towards the kitchen. "Hey, are you hungry? It's getting later." On his own, he tends to just eat whenever he feels like it, but he supposes he's willing to stick to any routine Steven might have.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2016-01-29 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry about it! You're the guest!" He's never really cooked a meal for anyone else before - bringing Greta takeout doesn't count - but he's sure he can manage. It's just making a little more, right?

There is definitely, technically, food in the apartment. But the Balladeer tends to eat street food a lot, out as much as he is, so what he's finding in the cabinets is pretty basic. He clatters around for a few seconds, opening and closing the fridge. "Spaghetti?" There's the audible equivalent of a shrug in his voice. "Soup. Or sandwiches, there's bread. Eggs?" Eggs can be a dinner food!