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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. )
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 underwear.
The one good thing about Wilkanapp so far was the fact that even a depraved caravan full of strangers had a kitchen and a laundry room.
And things were definitely looking up if girls were coming to him without him even needing to work at garnering attention with Death-by-Chocolate.
He brandished the bowl like the lady of the lake bestowing Excalibur, demeanor totally altered.
"Please have some!"
...He'd even managed to forget the fact he was wearing a rather florally patterned apron, hand-made from a set of curtains snatched all the way back at Steamdrab.
"Uhm. I'm Meguro Gau! What do you want to make?"
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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-
ACK!
He realized he was wearing the apron and hastily jerked around to try to untie it and get it away from him. "J-Just a second!"
Haah! There!
He shoved the thing under the sink, and stood quickly, trying to feign normalcy. As usual, he attempted to do this by blustering.
"Anything you want, I'll work my hardest to try to prepare! And to teach you, too, if it's problematic!"
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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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"Lere'unfru." He clarified after a moment's reading. "The fourteenth day I was here. I haven't found any record from anyone to it being any longer than that being their twenty-third day in this place."
He lowered the notebook, and studied her solemnly.
"The only dishes I know with potatoes are stews and korokke*. Stews take over two hours to really cook through and blend all the flavors. But I don't know if they have the pork for sauce if I made korokke... Still. Even if we had rice, it would probably be faster." His stomach gave a brief, embarrassing gurgle. he grimaced and tried to ignore it, glancing at Ty Lee to see if she'd noticed.
(((* Uhh. That's a sort of croquette. ^^;; Hope I spelled it right. It's just one of those dishes...
They're "Papa Rellenas" where I'm from since it's usually the islanders and Cubans who make them, and they're typically ham or beef down here. Though my family's own recipie makes them closer to a sort of fusion!Biterballen. =_=
Gau's Japanese version's sort of like a deep-fried mashed-potato with mostly-veggies, minimal meat, and pork sauce on the side, apparently. >_> Kid does not know the definition of a "light snack". This is his idea of a "low prep meal".)))
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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...
His fingers gripped the notebook sharply. "A month?!" He exclaimed. "That's amazing! You must be part of one of the earliest groups to come here, like Yoite-kun!" He paused, and flipped again through the notebook, then stopped himself. referencing the notebook in front of a girl didn't seem like a good thing for his hands to be doing. "I came on- Well I remember it was the ghost town. The abandoned one where the wolf-things attacked. I woke up in the forest with Rookie, and Bret-san, and a few others." He swallowed, calculating. This would have been so much easier with an abacus. He probably loked like an idiot moving his fingers like that.
"Twenty-three days." He said after a moment, then lowered his fingers to hug the notebook back to his chest, before eh realized he was letting Ty Lee do most of the work, and shoved the notebook rapidly back into his bag. "Please-! You don't want to strain yourself. Allow me to-" He reached on tip-toe for the cabinets. "The rice pot is right here!"
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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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