In case somebody does not know what R&R means, it's Rest & Recreation. I noticed something. There is almost no electricity inside the walls. I've found some street lanterns in Siena (But they don't have to be powered by electricity) and I have no idea how the ships are powered. Apart from that I have seen many candles, horse-drawn carriages and Erens home (episode 1) had a well inside.

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Patricia POV

Eric knocked me out really well. I went from being unconscious to being asleep without waking. In fact I got up quite early. The sun hadn't risen yet and I used my stick to find my way down where I hoped a candle and some matches would be. I found both and with Captain Levi on top. Not literally. Shorty was writing some reports I guess. "Why is a sleepyhead like you running around? Are you sleepwalking?" "No, not at all. I just woke up." I took a candle holder and lighted them. "Did you have breakfast yet?" "That does not concern you." "If you think so. No pancakes for you." I went into the next room which was the kitchen, if you can call a room without electricity a kitchen. "Where do you keep eggs?" "How should I know?" "Do you never cook?" "No." Great.

Some minutes later I stood hugging a bowl with egg white and beating it furiously. "Stop making so much noise." "Sorry. I've never beaten egg white without a kitchen machine." ... ... "You could help, you know." "Why should I?" "Because you are a nice person?" "How about 'No'?" "Captain Levi won't get any pancakes." Beating egg white was much harder than I thought. I cut up some fruits and mixed honey and water as substitute for marble syrup. Only when the cold things were finished and the table was set, I heated the stove. Somewhere around my 12th pancake I heard Hange saying: "Something smell delicous." It didn't take long for 17 (18 if you count Levi) to gather around the table. "Three pancakes for everyone."

Levi POV

I didn't get this woman. I insulted her and she didn't even flinch. And what was that pancake thing about? Hah, I bet the kitchen is a mess. While those idiots enjoyed their food I walked over to inspect the kitchen. Had I found even one piece of dirt I would have made Erez clean the whole house. To my surprise the kitchen was clean. Only a dish with two of those pancakes and a little paper on top was sitting on a table. I approached it and read the paper: "I knew you would come and look how dirty the kitchen is! Not bad, huh? I had two pancakes to much so shut up and eat." They tasted good, not that I'd tell her. But they were a bit dry, probably because I didn't have any of this syrup.

Patricia POV

Since I made the pancakes I had the others wash the plates. And for not telling me earlier that today and tomorrow we would be left by ourselves because the Survey Corps had some kind of important mission I had them change the sheets and wash while I enjoyed the sunshine. Then I joined them at washing our clothes and cleaning the HQ. It's not like we were clean freaks like Captain Shorty but we did grow up in a place where we had electricity, vacuum cleaners and washing machines in every house.

Today Melvin and Melissa were cooking dinner. I smiled at them first quarrelling about what ingredients they would use and then working hand in hand. They had changed so much. When I met Melvin for the first time he was as unsociable as Captain Shorty. He never cared about what other people were doing and was never afraid to speak his mind. His mind-to-mouth censorship was even worse than a three year olds. Liss on the other hand was shy like hell. To get her speaking was an accomplishment on its own. Pairing those two was like pairing fire and ice. But somehow they got along. Liss started to like him because they could talk about literally everything. Melvin liked her because she listened and cared about his opinion. And they both were singing. When they found out that Walter was playing the piano they pestered him into playing for them.

The next day we had got a delivery. Admiral Champlain sent a scout to literally drop us our new orders. The scout found our landing site and shot a flare. We shot another flare as answer but instead of landing the scout dropped a parachute with an envelope. And the letter said: "We will be arriving in two days. I hope you behaved well. Admiral Champlain." Talk about a man of few words. But it really made me happy because in two days I would be able to have a nice long warm shower.

After I told Commander Erwin, who said he would tell Commander Pixis and the other officials, I spent the rest of the day hanging out. I meant hanging outside. I took a pillow and slept four meters above the ground on a tree branch.

"Daddy, when I'm bigger I want to fly like a bird!" The red haired man looked at me with his golden eyes. "You can't do that, Patty. You are too heavy." I pouted. "Daddy, are you calling me fat?" "Haha, no darling, of course not! Didn't you know that weight has nothing to do with being fat? Muscles are heavier than fat. Anyway you are too heavy because of your bones. You can't do anything about that." "Do birds have no bones?" "They do, but theirs are hollow." "Like bamboo?" "Like bamboo." The dream became fuzzier, less real. Dad went over to fix his glider. "Are we going to fly somewhere?" "Not yet. But there is a mountain range that I've always wanted to see."

And that was when the shouting woke me. "What do you think you're doing, Erez? Are you a fucking squirrel?" "Good morning to you too!" "Good morning, my ass. It's almost evening." "Oh! That's why it smells like food." Something happened. They didn't look very happy. I swung myself down. "Anyway, I got a letter. Two days from now 'Voygager' will arrive here. We can start you pilot training then."