"Smells good," Eden observes, a hint of wonder in her tone. What it smells like is chocolate or something very like, and there's little enough of that around these days. Wandering past to get to the coffee, she offers up a smile to the woman, whose name she figures she ought to know after months of seeing her in the kitchen, but she's never been much good at that. Not as good as she should be. "What're you making?"
Lisey smiles, cleaning her hands off on a kitchen towel before going to stir the bowl she's got warming over a double boiler. "Chocolate - well, or that's the plan, anyway. Haven't figured out yet exactly what I'm going to do with it, but I figure that can wait until I see if it's worked or not." She's found some molds with the equipment, just simple things, but they seem like a good option for a trial run. The thing she's not sure about is if she's tempered the chocolate so it'll set up correctly, but hell, can't hurt to give it a shot.
"I thought that's what it smelled like," Eden says, cheerful as she bustles about in pursuit of milk and sugar. "Good luck with it. I can barely manage the basics, so anyone who can do anything even remotely more complex has my respect. Although I guess that goes, too, for anyone who makes meals around here." It can't be an easy thing, cooking for the number of people always passing through this place.
"Oh, honey, outside of banana bread I could barely feed myself, when I arrived." Lisey got over the embarrassment of not being able to cook a long time ago, and it hasn't bothered her since. She still doesn't think of herself as much of a chef, but she can put food on the table, which in the Compound is mostly what counts. "But there was nothing but time here to learn, so... I did. Same principle as what's driving this experiment, really." She gestures towards the chocolate-making equipment that's spread everywhere.
"It's something to do, at least," Eden says, nodding. "A way to pass the time and make yourself better all in one go. Do you need any help with it? I'd be glad to lend a hand." For no reason other than what she just said, it'd be nice to help. She spends her days trying hard to be useful, to make something of herself, if only so she doesn't spend them standing still, overthinking everything again.
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