Ready steady COOK!
Who: Kim, Romano, Mei, Antonio (OPEN)
Where: Centralia Apartments
When: November 1st, 5pm
What: Romano decides to cook
[Feel free to come and help the poor Italian dig a hole for himself]
The ingredients lay scattered across the table, many of which Romano had never even touched before. For as long as he'd lived in America, he'd always had a preference for Italian food...and now that he wasn/t settled in his comfort zone, well, he had no idea what to do. The Singaporean girl had suggested Nasi Lemak, and while he'd never heard of it before, google images told him it looked nice and easy. [And surely they'd just be happy that he'd attempted something..right? Not that he'd be in the room to present it to them...Romano had no intention of being that complacent.]
It had been a pain to find everything, not to mention Antonio either didn't have the right utensils, or didn't have them in an easy to find location. Thankfully Vargas Pizzeria did- or at least close enough alternatives- and Romano suffered no guilt in borrowing from there.
Washing the rice thoroughly and placing it- along with coconut milk and and water- into a pot, the Italian shot a cautious glance back to Kim's bedroom. He had no idea how sick she was, or how close she was to getting up...all he knew was that he could not under any circumstances, allow her to see him in the kitchen, cooking a meal that was oh so foreign to him.
The rest of the ingredients were thrown in and the water left to boil [now this was something he could do.]
He wasn't used to the silence that followed, and wasn't at all content with it either. Silence encouraged contemplation, which led to analysing one's own life- something that, with his terrible train wreck of luck, was never a good habit to fall into.
Another glance back to the bedroom as Romano wandered to his own pile of belongings, which had slowly but surely taken over a portion of Antonio's room. Fishing through it for a moment he pulled out an mp3 player and headphones, clicking it on and dragging his feet back to the kitchen.
Once he was set comfortably back against the kitchen bench Romano began to softly sing along in a voice he'd never willingly admit to having, quite confident that it wasn't at a volume that Kim would be able to hear. Because..well..he was basically digging himself a hole here.
But at least it distracted him from thinking.