[Open] In the kitchens with Eliot

[distinctive_guy]

CHARACTERS: distinctive_guy and YOU
DATE: Dec 05 (Day 22; Afternoon)
RATING: Possible swearing?
SUMMARY: Eliot's back in the kitchen cooking. Or making food anyway. For once it's not big portions.

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[ruggdlyhndsome]

Castle had followed his nose to the kitchen, as any starving man would. He had subsisted for the last few days of whatever he could find but was starting to get desperate. Upon entering the kitchen and seeing the sandwiches laid out, Castle's eyes widened. That almost looked gourmet. Who knew stuff like this even existed here?

"That. Looks amazing."

[distinctive_guy]

Never shy from praises, Eliot met the man who just complimented him with a proud grin. His visit to the kitchen was definitely helping to uplift his mood. "Avocado and olive with goat cheese... I think, sandwich. Mediterranean style. Had to make do with what the place has."

He had finished his before the other man entered and was actually packing up, but there were still the extras. "Want me to heat one up for you? Tastes better grilled."

[ruggdlyhndsome]

Not only was he a good cook, he was incredibly nice too.

"That would be awesome. That's really good of you, man. There is nothing decent to eat around this place."

Castle's nose and a little charm could get him far.

[distinctive_guy]

It never hurt to compliment the cook, and Eliot soaked up the nice words with his own radiant grin.

"That's why I make my own food, man. No preservatives... least, when I have time to prepare things from scratch." He waited until the cheese was half melted before he put on the second piece of bread and toasted it slightly on the stove. "Grow my own stuff in the greenhouse too. Organic."

He waited until the sandwich was well warmed before he put it on a plate and pushed it forward. "All yours."

[ruggdlyhndsome]

Castle took a bite and closed his eyes. He hadn't eaten like this in days. He gave the guy a thumbs up.

"Really good. Thank you so much. So there's places around here to.. get stuff?"

[distinctive_guy]

"That depends on the type of 'stuff' you're lookin' for, man." He turned the stove off and continued cleaning up. "There's the mall north of here, storage to the south, greenhouse and farm, west."

[ruggdlyhndsome]

"Right now, food is of the highest priority, then perhaps some more sufficient bedding - at least enough to make that slab I'm staying on sleepable."

He chewed for a moment, then swallowed.

"Also a way out of here would be nice."

[distinctive_guy]

"Ha, that's a good one." His dry laugh wasn't encouraging in the slightest towards how to get out.

"For now, you'll still find some fresh stuff in the greenhouse. Dunno how long it'll last." He shrugged. "Another week, two maybe? Cold's comin' in pretty fast. The plants, they won't last long. But if you want other stuff, the mall, the storage, they'd have what you want. Cans, bedding. Take your pick."

[ruggdlyhndsome]

Castle nodded. He knew that they were apparently here for the long haul. It was probably time that he did some exploring inside the compound walls rather than outside.

"Here I am eating your sandwich and I haven't even introduced myself. Rick Castle."

He held his hand out to shake.

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot took the hand within his own strong one and gave it a sturdy shake. Several things drew his attention instantly, the man's hand was callus free, in fact, it seemed well cared for, or was, though the last few days seemed to have added new marks to the hand.

"That's alright, man. I'm Eliot Spooner," he gave his alias smoothly, figuring that it was practically an established identity now. He still carried his fake Boston PD credentials with the spoofed name in case he ever needed it.

[ruggdlyhndsome]

"Nice to meet you," Castle said, his mouth partially full of sandwich. What do you do back home? If it's not 'chef'.."

He swallowed and pointed down at the sandwich.

"You should seriously think about it."

[distinctive_guy]

"Nah, I just do this for interest. I'm with Boston PD and I'm afraid the boys won't appreciate losin' one of their own to the kitchens, no matter how good of a cook others might think I am."

Still, it was obvious that Eliot, like any real chef, enjoyed watching his food being appreciated.

[ruggdlyhndsome]

Castle's eyes got wide as he quickly swallowed the next bite of sandwich that he'd taken.

"Really? I work closely with the NYPD."

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot's eyebrows raised precariously close to his hairline as he feigned surprise. "You're kiddin'?" Richard's hands were suspiciously clean, so Eliot wouldn't pin him as anyone on the field. Possibly a professional consultant, someone with expertise related to the gritty details of crimes. Police were lazy like that, they always went to their same pool of professionals for information or testaments.

He filed it all away in his mental cabinet reserved for possibly useful sources. "What do you do?"

[ruggdlyhndsome]

Castle noticed the man's surprise, but at the moment didn't particularly care. This was another cop that he could get inspiration and ideas from. Maybe being stuck in this place would actually be fruitful.

"Well, I'm actually a murder mystery novel writer. I shadow a member of the NYPD for inspiration... and I help her out too, of course."

Beckett would hate to admit that.

[distinctive_guy]

"A writer?" Not quite the type of professional Eliot was thinking of and as Castle announced that, his name quickly got removed from the hitter's useful cabinets. "Well, Rick, this place'll have plenty of material for you to writer your murder mysteries. Better if you stayed inside to do that too, it ain't safe out there."