Characters: Flynn Scifo and OPEN to the Victoria
Content: Flynn is cooking! Oh dear god...
Setting: The Victoria's kitchen and Mess, Backdated to early during Long Night, before news of Yuri's arrest has gotten around.
Warnings: ...the devil's personal chef in good natured Knight form.
Flynn liked to think of himself as a self sufficient young man. He took care of his weapon and armor, cleaned up after himself, and cooked his own meals. Came from growing up with a man like Hanks as a surrogate father: He had instilled a good work ethic into him.
But, for some reason or another, every ship, barrack, or brigade he worked with ALWAYS insisted he be cooked for instead of the other way around. Which was sad... he really enjoyed the hobby. It was relaxing as well as practical.
So, once again, he was in a new ships kitchen, mixing something wonderful smelling on the stovetop. The scent was like heaven in gas form, something that promised amazement to any who managed a taste. Flynn himself and changed to something more casual to work in. Armor just got too hot when working with stoves and ovens.