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WHO: Miyazawa Yukino [epitomeofvanity] + Don Draper [change_just_is]
WHEN: Friday, February 20th, 1953
WHERE: Schwarzalbenheim; Apt. 2
FILTER: Closed.
WHAT: Cooking Lesson time!
STATUS: [COMPLETED]

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Don is heading into Schwarzalbenheim, looking forward to his cooking lesson with Yukino. He knows that she was probably confused after the end of their last date, and he's wondering what this date will bring. At the very least, he hopes that it will teach him how to cook something more than eggs and potatoes. They're good, but variety would be nice.

He starts to head up the stairs quickly, but stops as he sees Yukino heading down them. Grinning, he waves and slows down a little, walking up to her as he says hello. "You ready to teach me how to cook?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. It could turn out to be pure disaster, but at the very least, he'll have fun making her blush again. It wasn't so much that he'd forgotten how cute she was in the time between their Valentine's Day date and now, but seeing her again reminded him exactly why he'd been willing to take a punch to the stomach and still want to kiss her again.

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If Don didn't fluster her too much, he would learn a lot about how to cook other things. A lot of the same techniques he used for eggs and potatoes could be used for other foods, after all. She wasn't going to get too indepth today, but just one or two other dishes would help him a lot, so she thinks

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"Of course I brought the things," he says, waiting for her to open the door so he can set them down in the kitchen. "I wouldn't want you to be mad at me, after all. I remember what happens when you are." This statement is accompanied with a wink, so that she knows he doesn't hold the events of the end of their date against her--too much, at least. And he is ready to learn. Even though he wants to get more out of this than just a cooking lesson, he genuinely wants to learn something about feeding himself.

Standing slightly behind her, he looks her up and down and takes note of what she's wearing, and then grins. "You look wonderful today, as always," he says.

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Leading him to the kitchen, the brunette gives a small laugh. "I wouldn't punch you for forgetting. We just would have had to go shopping, and that would have cut into our cooking time before curfew." She shuffles the things he bought into their proper place, the wink having done it's job to let her know he was kidding. She wasn't under any delusions that he'd enjoyed the gut punch, but at least it was still fresh in his mind if he tried to do something else like that

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He laughs, looking at the aprons. "You're serious, aren't you?" he asks, not looking too dismayed, but certainly looking amused. He's never worn an apron in his life, and he hadn't intended to start now, but if she insists, he will. "I don't really care about messing up the jumpsuit," he says, looking down at it self-consciously. Unused to wearing something that simple, he found himself missing his suit now more than ever. Still, he reaches out and accepts the apron she's holding in her hand, shaking his head. The things he's willing to do sometimes surprises even him, but it's not like an apron can hurt him. And besides, nobody besides Yukino is going to see.

He puts on the apron. It's a little small, but it'll do. At least it covers part of him, so that if he spills something on himself--which he almost certainly will--he'll be somewhat covered. "How do I look?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

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Yukino wouldn't have forced him to wear it. She was half expecting him not to, as Zack managed to wriggle out of ever wearing one himself. It would have been a lot easier if Zack had had one, so they'd have one that was a closer fit. She slipped hers on over her head and reached behind to, tying the strings with ease. "It's all the clothes you have, so take care of them!" she tsked, even as she watched him putting it on.

A hand went up to her mouth, a little smile on her face as the picture came together in front of her. She turns her head away, lips pursed, and gives him a good look, head to toe. A brief glance at his face and she dissolves into laughter. She hols up a hand, trying to wave her laughter away. "Aha, Y-You look fine, Don." Really, he didn't look that bad, but the apron and its flowers and spring colors didn't go well with the jumpsuit, and his face, like he was expecting to look horrible. It was too much.

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He knows full well that he looks ridiculous, and he puts on a mock grumpy face, tugging at the apron that is definitely too tight. "I don't look fine," he says, but his tone is laughing, and he certainly doesn't look too upset by it--or any grumpiness on his face is fake. He looks at her again, smiling, "And of course you look great in yours," he points out. It's less of a compliment and more of a statement of fact. She does look good in it.

The jumpsuit is another story. He knows nobody looks good in them and he's jealous of her for having other clothes. She's been here a long time, though, and maybe eventually he'll be able to buy something that doesn't look ridiculous and make him feel even worse.

He turns to the counter with his arms folded, "So, what are we cooking?"

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"I made this one myself," she says, getting her laughter under control. She gives him another look over, but manages to not do anything more than smile a bit widely for a second before turning her attention back to the counter where everything not refrigerated was sitting. He was nearly a foot taller than her and Aerith, so it was no wonder that the custom made aprons came up... a bit short. At least it covered him from chest to upper-thigh. It came down a little past her mid-thigh. She just liked more coverage, considering she was still iffy on what was in the food she was trying to make more edible when she cooked it.

"Well, we're going to try to stir fry some vegetables." She slid forward a few cans of vegetables. "You can pick the ones you like. It isn't that hard either, and you can do it to potatoes too, if you cut them up right.

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He looks at the cans of vegetables skeptically. "Is there any... broccoli?" He's trying to think of a vegetable he eats frequently, but falling short. The only other thing he can think of is carrots, and he's not sure that you can stir fry those, although he's not entirely sure what stir frying really entails. And he doesn't want to look too uneducated about cooking, even though he is, especially when it comes to types of food that are outside of his normal American purview. Hopefully she won't tease him too much when she realizes he really has no idea what he's doing--and could maybe figure out how to make tuna noodle casserole, or grill some burgers, but wouldn't know what to do with vegetables if left to his own devices.

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"Broccoli?" She looks at the labels on the cans. "Tomatoes, onions, mushrooms." She purses her lips and tries not to think about how old the tomatoes must be, or even where they came from. She makes a small noise. "Potatoes and carrots." She lines them up, leaving the tomatoes in the back since she won't be frying those, and then she kneels down under the cabinet to get a small tin that has cooking oil in it. "And a few pickled vegetables. Cabbage..."

Yukino stands and and reaches in front of him for a while and deep pan. "Since we don't have that much to work with, it won't be too complicated. Can you get the can opener out of that drawer?"

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"Oh, you do have carrots." He pulls the can to the front, and then selects the onions and cabbage, too. They're all things he's had and enjoyed before, and he's not sure mushrooms would go well with the rest of them. "We can use these." He doesn't want to make it look like he's an unadventurous eater, so he excludes the potatoes from the list. After all, he already knows how to cook them.

He opens the drawer and grabs the can opener, handing it to her. As he hands it to her, he purposefully brushes his hand against hers and grins at her. Maybe he can get her blushing again today. After all, it hadn't taken much last time.

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Yukino pulls a piece of string out of her apron pocket and smooths back her hair and puts it into a high pony-tail. It had gotten a lot longer than she was used to in the past year. It hadn't really touched her shoulders before, but now it fell a little past her collarbone. It was about time she spent some time to cut it properly, before even a pony tail would tickle the back of her neck. She gave a soft sigh at the thought even as she turned her head to Don with a ready smile

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He nods along with her studiously, taking note of this. It's probably good to remember these things, since he certainly doesn't want to get sick. He'd heard that there'd been a bad water incident before he'd arrived, and that's not something he wants to experience. Watching her put her hair up into a ponytail, he smiles a little. It's a gesture he always admires in women and finds attractive--but she probably won't notice that smile, since it's not his normal flirtatious one. Instead, his smile is almost more wistful. It reminds him of his wife, and some of the other women he's been with. Maybe that motion of putting their hair up is a universal gesture, but it always makes him smile.

"Stop what?" he asks teasingly, extending his hand to reach for the can now that she's rinsed it off, "I'm not doing anything."

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She risks a glance at him, to give a knowing look that he couldn't mistake for anything else but 'I've got my eye on you mister' B|. She catches the tail end of his smile, but not knowing it was more other than his normal teasing, she sees nothing particularly significant about it. She sets the now cleaned can opener on the can so he can get it without slipping in another touch. She's got his number, all right, but it would be difficult to avoid contact all day. Once they started cooking, Yukino assumed he would forget about his flirting and try not to burn the food. She hoped.

"Now, you have your pan." She hefted it and let him hold it. "A nice heavy pan that holds heat really well. I'd really want a wok, but I'd have to get it custom made." She thinks about Ed for a second, and the business he has with Lina, and notes it for later. "And now you have your oil," she lifted the tin. "For the frying part."

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He takes the pan and lifts it, feeling it. His hand does brush against hers again but this time it's so quick that she might think it's a mistake and not get angry with him. "I'd certainly know what to do with this better than I'd know what to do with a wok," he points out, laughing. He's starting to get how this stir fry thing works. It really just feels like frying something so far, and he's not sure how it's different, but he's sure she'll explain it.

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Yukino forgives him for the other brush. She has a hard time thinking it's an accident, but he doesn't beam at her or even seem to acknowledge it. Touching was a hard thing to avoid when you were handing things back and forth sometimes. Sometimes. She let herself relax a little. No need to be paranoid. "Well, it's just a normal frying pan from the west