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Characters: Ty Lee and anyone else who immediately rushes to the kitchens thanks to this event
Setting/Location: the caravan's kitchen
Date & Time: Day 32, mid-morning
Warnings: none so far
Summary: People try to cook. Hilarity ensues?
( The fact that she didn't really know how to cook didn't deter her in the slightest. )
Setting/Location: the caravan's kitchen
Date & Time: Day 32, mid-morning
Warnings: none so far
Summary: People try to cook. Hilarity ensues?
( The fact that she didn't really know how to cook didn't deter her in the slightest. )
(Probably a growth spurt. That was exciting enough as a thought. Maybe he'd be as tall as Raikou, finally!)
But he went instantly quiet, embarrassed.
A girl in the kitchen...
He'd never seen Ty Lee face to face before, so that just made it more nerve-wracking watching a confident girl run through the door and start taking things out with enthusiasm. He ducked back as much as he could, bowls and pans still out all over the tables.
If she noticed she might laugh at him, never mind the usefulness of his hobby. It would be no good explaining Yoite's appetite to someone like her.
And...
What was she doing?
Gau's natural curisotiy was still open to the idea that a girl might actually want to cook,a nd might not laugh, which would open up all sorts of wonderful possibilities in his desperate little sixteen-year-old mind.
...What was she making?
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Gau flushed hotly. He was used to being far more invisible than all that. After all, he was a skinny teenage guy no taller than a woman, trying not to be seen, bug-eyes peering over the counter. He stood straight guiltily, then realized he looked guilty and puffed out his sunken chest.
"Of course it's big enough!"
He tried to look like he grasped the situation-which he didn't. He was confused, and...oh, he had a horrible urge to cram another cookie in his mouth, but couldn't because that would be rude in a conversation.
Not that what he'd said came out as particularly polite. He flushed harder, and tried not to stare at the girl's midriff. (Wasn't she cold?! What was she walking around like that for?!)
If there was one thing that could make that more awkward, it would be staring at the girl's midriff while he talked to her.
She was sure cheerful and...pink
"Th-That is-"
Ugh...
This was no time to be bashful around women. THINK, GAU!
"What are you trying to make? I have some cookies I just finished..."
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"I'm not sure! Cookies sound good, though. For right now, I mean. Do you think I could have a couple? Then you could show me how to make something else and you could have some of that, too!" If he knew how to make cookies, that meant he knew how to make other things, right? She hoped he did, at least.
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This was more familiar territory.
Teaching girls how to cook, and feeding them, too? This was more than acceptable. Gau, was, after all, something of a housewife in a sense.
Rather, in a less flattering light, it could be said that he looked rather...well...like all the hobbies should add up to something. Especially given the general annoying hovering, and vociferous praise.
Gau could cook.
Gau could clean--a fact at least two people on the caravan knew rather well already considering Serah Farron had walked in on him scrubbing and polishing the brasswork in the showers, and Rookie had apparently been so astonished at seeing someone there that he'd lashed out assuming it was an alien onslaught. (Which was a misunderstanding anyone could have made, in Gau's mind, because he liked Rookie, and that was pretty much a free pass for anyone.)
Gau was the sort of person who knew all the safety regulations for any given kitchen, and actually kept a well-cared-for fire extinguisher.
And he ironed everything, down to the socks and ( ... )
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Once her mouth wasn't quite so full and she was able to talk without just mumbling and spewing crumbs everywhere, she turned back to look at him. "I don't know, what do you want to make? I'm just really, really hungry; I'll eat anything!"
Though her laid-back, go-with-the-flow attitude meant that she really would be okay with pretty much anything he chose, she hoped they'd decide soon. Cookies were okay, but she wanted something-- anything-- more filling.
"Do you know how to make any meals? Like, big things?"
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It wasn't ladylike, maybe, but it was definitely enthusiastic, so she had to like them, right?
And food was something he could certainly fix!
"Big things?" He chewed his knuckle pensively, looking around. "Well supplies have been altered since that big feast at the last town. Making something big just for ourselves..." He'd die before he admitted that his expertise was with Japanese-style cooking and msot of his crossover-food was in pastries.
"If you're hungry, then making something quick would be desirable for..." He paused. He didn't know her name, he realized.
"For...you, miss."
His stomach gave another sad gurgle.
No, he could ignore it! He'd eaten enough, and he knew it! And he certainly wouldn't be so rude as to snatch back food after giving it to...to this girl!
"Uhh..what do you like to eat?" He had to do something. He couldn't just sit there hugging a pan to his chest ( ... )
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Still, in the end, instant gratification won out.
"Maybe we could make some rice? That's pretty easy, and it doesn't usually take very long to cook, right?" She paused. "And if we're really hungry, then we can make a lot of rice!"
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She moved over to the refrigerator, starting to take out ingredients. "Hey, so how long have you been here anyway? I mean in total. It's been over a month for me!"
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Raikou ate breakfast like a traditional, upright Japanese Samurai any day that he didn't binge on luridly dyed breakfast cereals.
Miso Soup, sweaweed, green tea, rice...
His shoulders relaxed just the tiniest bit as his belly gave another pathetic gurgle.
Hhhhng. Why was it so hard to resist? It wasn't like he would starve. Ugh...
"Well...I guess it would be alright to indulge on the stores of rice this time..." He mumbled, fiddling with his notebook.
He focused on what she said rather than on the swinging braid against her back (long dark hair, how traditional!) or the fact he couldn't quite place her accent. It did sound familiar. She wasn't chinese was she? He fought the urge to look through his book. It would look weird if he just started fumbling through pages to try to figure out what a girl's name was ( ... )
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Going over to the sink, she started filling the pot with water. She didn't really know how much was needed for rice-- was she supposed to use a measuring cup or something?-- but improvising was completely okay with her.
"I'm pretty sure I was in the first group to come here..." she continued thoughtfully. "I mean, I remember talking to a lot of people and no one else knew where we were! And we had to wait a few days for the caravan to come for us because it was off doing something else."
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