As he ran through these possibilities in his mind, Deathstroke did not let it interfere with what his hands were doing.
He dragged a chair outside Mary's door, into a patch of warm sunlight, and began mincing dumpling filling.
Kneading the dough took time, but making dumplings was itself a way of wasting time. If one even begrudged that little bit of time, there would be no difference between them and the Supreme Intelligence.
"There aren't any chives or celery here. I only have some Heart-Shaped Herb in my bag, so I'll use that to season the filling, all right?"
As he minced the meat, Su Ming consulted Strangle in his mind.
Strangle indicated that anything was fine. Vegetables or no vegetables, it made no difference; it could eat several dumplings in one bite.
"There aren't any egg whites either. There are only spider eggs from Faerûn. Will those do?"
"Eek."
Strangle said that was fine as well. It had eaten them over there anyway. Giant spider eggs were bigger than a human head, and they tasted pretty good.
"All right. Then take that set of intestines down from the chimney and wash them with water first."
Watching Deathstroke continuously pull all kinds of ingredients from his waist pouch, the Orange Cat, which had been pacing nearby the entire time, had reddened eyes.
It wanted some too, but the Symbiotes guarded against it strictly and refused to let it near their host. All it could do was meow pitifully without stop.
Perhaps the cat's cries finally brought the people upstairs back to their senses. Carol and Mary, who was supporting her son, came out together.
"What are you doing?"
Carol raised a hand to block the sunlight, trying to see what Deathstroke was mixing in the large basin and why