It honestly hadn't occurred to Ned that he would want to trade his preserves for something else. He had decided to make them for the good of everyone - so that nothing went to waste and, heaven forbid, if something happened to the fruit trees and bushes that he'd managed to plant, they wouldn't lose absolutely everything.
"There isn't really anything I need."
The only things that he really needs aren't tangible, aren't to be bought with a jar of strawberry preserves. What he needs is a sense of stability. For his friends to stop going missing. For people to stop hurting him. For someone to find some answers about the people keeping them here and ways to get out. He doesn't think any of those are purchasable.
As for material comforts, he'd gotten used to needing very little, to wanting very little. He'd spent so many years saving everything he could, he's gotten out of the habit of thinking about things he could have. Although...
"Except I'd kill for a decent food processor, but I already know I'm out of luck there."
As far as cooking tech is concerned, there isn't going to be anything more complicated than ovens and mason jars, so he's going to just have to make do. He begins filling a large pot with water, explains, "You have to boil the jars, to sterilize them, even before you put any fruit in them. Otherwise it's no good at all." He tries to remember when it was that people started getting a decent idea about bacteria and food safety. Had they gotten there, in the 20s? He isn't sure...
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"There isn't really anything I need."
The only things that he really needs aren't tangible, aren't to be bought with a jar of strawberry preserves. What he needs is a sense of stability. For his friends to stop going missing. For people to stop hurting him. For someone to find some answers about the people keeping them here and ways to get out. He doesn't think any of those are purchasable.
As for material comforts, he'd gotten used to needing very little, to wanting very little. He'd spent so many years saving everything he could, he's gotten out of the habit of thinking about things he could have. Although...
"Except I'd kill for a decent food processor, but I already know I'm out of luck there."
As far as cooking tech is concerned, there isn't going to be anything more complicated than ovens and mason jars, so he's going to just have to make do. He begins filling a large pot with water, explains, "You have to boil the jars, to sterilize them, even before you put any fruit in them. Otherwise it's no good at all." He tries to remember when it was that people started getting a decent idea about bacteria and food safety. Had they gotten there, in the 20s? He isn't sure...