[Log-in Progress] Efforts Mean Everything.
When: Saturday, Oct.23 nearing lunch time
Who: Iori, Upamon (NPCed by Osamu mun), Koushirou, Miyako, Ken
Summary: While trying to learn something new, Iori ended up food poisoning Upamon. So he's staying home, trying his best to "nurse" the Digimon back to health. Will his attempt at porridge go flawlessly this time, with help from Miyako and Ken or will set the kitchen on fire? The almighty tasting judge witll be Koushirou.
Iori scratched the back of his head as he stared at the "recipe" his mother had left him. It was looking more like a grocery shopping list than the instuction to his dismay. He knows very well what had happened the last time he tried to make-do curry with the instruction.
'This is troublesome...' Short brunette glanced at the room where Upamon was. Knowing the digimon it'll try its best to eat whatever concoction his expriement may create, but he did not want him to be sicker- no matter how seldom they talked these days.
'That's probably why he forced it down...' He thought as the pang of guilt tugged on his heart. Looking through the spices in the cupboards, he quickly picked out seseme seed oil, soy sauce, and salt.
Who: Iori, Upamon (NPCed by Osamu mun), Koushirou, Miyako, Ken
Summary: While trying to learn something new, Iori ended up food poisoning Upamon. So he's staying home, trying his best to "nurse" the Digimon back to health. Will his attempt at porridge go flawlessly this time, with help from Miyako and Ken or will set the kitchen on fire? The almighty tasting judge witll be Koushirou.
Iori scratched the back of his head as he stared at the "recipe" his mother had left him. It was looking more like a grocery shopping list than the instuction to his dismay. He knows very well what had happened the last time he tried to make-do curry with the instruction.
'This is troublesome...' Short brunette glanced at the room where Upamon was. Knowing the digimon it'll try its best to eat whatever concoction his expriement may create, but he did not want him to be sicker- no matter how seldom they talked these days.
'That's probably why he forced it down...' He thought as the pang of guilt tugged on his heart. Looking through the spices in the cupboards, he quickly picked out seseme seed oil, soy sauce, and salt.