«The Weaver is the third type of the Woven, possessing the abilities of the other two types. He can manipulate bonds like a Technician and weave objects like a Spider. He is completely versatile, which creates endless possibilities for a Woven.»
«But unfortunately — the chance of a Woven becoming a Weaver is very small. In the book, there was no mention of even a single person who was a Weaver.»
«Perhaps Weavers are so important and rare that the governments of different countries are trying to hide their existence, using them as a trump card. But that's not certain; there might be other reasons, though I don't know them.»
Lon looked at the black clouds that covered the sun and sighed.
That was everything Lon had learned from the book. And calling it little wouldn't be right — rather, some data was missing, which left a nagging sense of incompleteness in his heart.
But there was nothing he could do about it. He could only accept it and try to find other sources of information that might provide additions or even something new about the Woven.
But he planned to do that later, because right now, he was very tired and wanted to rest and eat to restore his body's energy.
Just as Lon was thinking about this, he noticed a middle-aged man on the street.
The man was dressed in a formal black suit with brown shoes, wore a half-cylinder hat on his head, and held jet-black gloves in his hands. Lon recognized the man instantly — this was "his" father, Donald.
He had just returned from work and was about to enter the house.
When Lon noticed him, he immediately thought:
«And there's Donald... This will be our first meeting outside the hospital. I hope I don't make some kind of mistake...» — he smiled bitterly and turned toward the door.
He quickly got to the door and was about to open it when he heard a click.
*Click.*
The door slowly opened with a long creak.
On the other side stood his younger brother Santi, with a slightly displeased expression, and said in a gloomy tone:
— Father has returned from work. Hurry down and greet him.
Lon looked at Santi with confusion, but after his words, he smiled and shook his head:
— I was already going to come down... But it seems little brother has found a moment away from his "hobby".
Santi's face twisted in anger, and he said:
— You said you wouldn't tell anyone about my hobbies, especially father!.. I hope you keep your word!..
Lon shrugged.
— I'll try.
— Don't try. Just do it! If anyone finds out about it, then... — he said with a grim look.
Lon slowly approached Santi and placed his hand on his shoulder.
— Calm down, it was just a joke. You need to develop your understanding of different jokes and sarcasm; it'll help you in university. — he smiled at him.
Santi stared at Lon for a few seconds in silence, then brushed his hand off his shoulder.
— I know that without you... — he said, turning away from Lon and going into his room.
«What a stubborn one...»
Lon shook his head and started descending the stairs.
Lon didn't tease Santi just for fun, though he knew it might be dangerous for their relationship. But he simply wanted to get to know his younger brother better, from different angles. And he had managed that quite well.
«Having a brother like that... It's kind of fun.»
Lon went downstairs and looked at the doorway, where a tall middle-aged man stood. He had black hair and blue eyes, and his face was well-groomed without a single stubble. He was an average middle-class resident of Seon.
Lon smiled and greeted him:
— Hello, father.
Donald just nodded. He wasn't a talkative man, but he was quite straightforward, especially in conversation.
— How was work? Were there any interesting situations today? — Lon asked Donald.
Donald looked at Lon and said:
— Everything's as usual.
— ...
— Alright... It'll be better if I cook something...
Donald simply nodded, noticing nothing, and went upstairs.
«He's hard to talk to... Anyway, let's just cook something.»
Lon looked toward the kitchen, and his eyes lit up.
Even in his previous world, since Lon had to live in a dormitory, he had learned to cook well. This was due to the fact that he had no money for food delivery, so he had to cook himself. Renvel didn't fall behind either — though he wasn't as poor as Lon, he lived in a family where everyone had to know how to cook.
And now, the cooking memories of Lon and Renvel merged, opening up even more possibilities in the kitchen.
Lon approached the kitchen and began opening various cabinets to see what ingredients were in the house.
«Here's some oil... And some decent bread... Oh. Looks like various spices... There's a good set of ingredients here to make something worthwhile.»
Lon pulled out various products from the cabinets, but not too many. He didn't want to use up all the ingredients in the house for a single dinner.
Soon, Lon began cooking. He quickly chopped various vegetables and got to the meat. The dish Lon wanted to make was rice with meat patties, a popular meal in this world that was cooked almost everywhere. It was high in calories due to the patties and paired well with vegetables like tomatoes or cucumbers.
Lon chose this dish because it was easy to make and required few ingredients. All you needed was rice and ground meat; the rest was up to you.
«The main thing in cooking is sequence — if you know what and when things need to be done, then you can follow a specific order, which will greatly increase your efficiency while cooking!»
«You can plan the entire process in your head and gradually bring it to life. And if you also have some experience with a certain dish, that helps a lot!»
Lon continued cooking until Donald joined him.
Lon looked at him, and he was now wearing a beige shirt and black pants. Which suited him well.
Lon opened his mouth and said:
— Today I decided to cook rice with patties, since we haven't had it in a while. And I wanted to eat them.
Donald looked at the counter where Lon was cooking and saw a lot of neatly chopped vegetables, as well as some decent patties.
— Pretty good... Where did you learn to cut like that? — Donald asked Lon directly.
Lon smiled awkwardly and tried to come up with an excuse:
— When I was in the hospital — I read books about cooking, and they explained that if you hold the knife properly against a vegetable or fruit, you can cut it perfectly without a single mistake.
Donald's expression didn't change, but he said:
— Show me.
Lon nodded and demonstrated a few knife tricks he had seen in his previous world. Donald repeated them and his expression changed slightly.
— What kind of books had such great techniques? I need to buy them right away. — he turned to Lon and asked.
But unfortunately, Lon shook his head and sighed:
— Sorry, father, but someone took those books while I was in the bathroom... So they're gone now.
Donald looked visibly disappointed and shook his head:
— That's a shame.
— Don't worry. Fortunately, I memorized most of the book, and if you'd like, I can show you later?
Donald smiled slightly.
— Thank you, Renvel.