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If there's one area in which Manticore had failed to prepare him, it'd been in the culinary arts. Of course, it's always possible it would have come up at some point had the place not been burned to the ground, but as it is Alec's never really had to figure out how to cook anything in his life. Somehow, he hadn't figured it could be too hard.
Maybe assuming anything had been his first mistake.
Actually, no. His first mistake had been deciding on crab as the entree. First, it'd taken far more work to actually catch a damn crab than Alec had been counting on -- and Jill had proven to be no help whatsoever in that department -- and then killing and cooking the thing had been a whole other ordeal. The bookshelf had at least proved to not be completely useless and had provided him with a halfway decent cookbook, likely the only reason he'd managed to make anything even remotely edible.
He chooses to believe that the whole ordeal would've been easier accomplished in the actual compound kitchen and he's sticking by that.
Eventually, though, he has everything finished and laid out on the table in his hut: a plate of crab legs and steamed vegetables and a salad on the side. There aren't exactly any lights to dim (though, apparently, there will be soon enough), but he's stolen a couple candles from the Compound storage area, the light casting faint shadows along the walls.
And then he waits.
Maybe assuming anything had been his first mistake.
Actually, no. His first mistake had been deciding on crab as the entree. First, it'd taken far more work to actually catch a damn crab than Alec had been counting on -- and Jill had proven to be no help whatsoever in that department -- and then killing and cooking the thing had been a whole other ordeal. The bookshelf had at least proved to not be completely useless and had provided him with a halfway decent cookbook, likely the only reason he'd managed to make anything even remotely edible.
He chooses to believe that the whole ordeal would've been easier accomplished in the actual compound kitchen and he's sticking by that.
Eventually, though, he has everything finished and laid out on the table in his hut: a plate of crab legs and steamed vegetables and a salad on the side. There aren't exactly any lights to dim (though, apparently, there will be soon enough), but he's stolen a couple candles from the Compound storage area, the light casting faint shadows along the walls.
And then he waits.