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[new_ophelia]

 "Ow, mother of God," Kate hisses as she swats hot cooking oil out of her face. Again. This cooking thing is ridiculous and she's only trying to sautee vegetables for God's sake. How the hell is she going to take care of a baby when she can't even feed herself? She eyes the pan of vegetables before looking again at the strips of raw meat. Crap,

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[legendarymadman]

Geoffrey still cringes a little bit when he thinks about the last conversation he had with Kate (other than the 'hi's and 'bye's and 'see you later's that dot their daily interaction), but he's not avoiding her, and so when he sees her in the kitchen on his way to grab something to eat he doesn't immediately find someplace else to be.

"I think there's a reason they usually have other people cooking meals," he says, eyeing her pan.

[new_ophelia]

"Shut up," she laughs, pushing the food around with her spatula. She turns around to give a small smile. "I'm going to be a mom Geoffrey, so I need to be able to cook for my kid." She hasn't really seen him since the whole truth incident, and just hopes he isn't still totally horrified.

[legendarymadman]

"I'm pretty sure there's going to be plenty of time for that, since the kid won't actually be eating anything you cook for quite a while after he's born," says Geoffrey, still eying the pan dubiously. "Also, I'm pretty sure the kid can eat the same way the rest of us do: whatever someone else decides to cook."

[new_ophelia]

"But I'm a mom and mom's are supposed to be able to make food," she insists, trying to decide what to do about the burning vegetables and half-raw meat. "And Jack shouldn't have to be running around trying to feed us all. But I think I did this wrong."

[wholeinspirit]

"Too much," Vincent said as soon as he had entered the kitchen. He rarely came to the Compound, or at least he rarely went inside. For supplies usually, some bread to take back to his hut or the occasional raiding of the bookshelf in hopes of something useful. And sure enough the day his bread ran out, he found Kate cooking. If it could be called cooking.

"Too much oil," he said again, walking quickly to her side and edging her away. He shook the pan by the handle and tried to assess the scalding oiled stew inside and thoughtfully pulled at his lip with his teeth. "We can save the meat, but the rest is done for. Hand me a plate." After a brief moment of starting to gather the meat strips onto the spoon he stopped and stared at her. "Oh. And hello."

[new_ophelia]

Kate raises her eyebrows and gamely hands over a plate. Hell, if Van Gogh wants to teach her to cook, she's not going to argue. "Hi," she says back, wrinkling her nose at the blackened vegetables. "I'm not very good at this."

[wholeinspirit]

"I can see that." He said, but not unkindly. He wasn't exactly an expert chef himself, but he did know how to avoid burning his food most of the time. Not that he had reason to cook for himself very often. He scooped the meat onto the plate and set it aside, then made haste in getting the pan off of the burner and held it out of harms way as it cooled.

"It's alright. It's easy enough to fix. Not fix. Start over. This is ruined." He peered into the pan and turned his head away, the stink of the burned vegetables starting to ease though it was still strong.

[new_ophelia]

"I should have put the meat in first, yeah?" she guesses, taking the pan and setting it in the sink. "I just thought I should learn to make something you know? Because of..." She trails off, gesturing at her little belly.

[willbewonderful]

"What are you doing?" Duck barks from the door, looking like the other thing keeping him from yanking her away from the stove is that tiny bump.

[new_ophelia]

Kate shrieks and jumps at that, spatula going flying behind her. "Jesus Duck," she gasps, bending over as she catches her breath.

[willbewonderful]

He does snatch her then, restricting himself to a gentle tug until Kate's out of the grease's range. "You can't mix temperatures like that. You put something cold in hot oil, it's gonna pop you."

[new_ophelia]

"Well...okay," she pants, looking around for her missing utensil. "But it's not like it's popping out death rays or something and how am I supposed to know that."

[jack_crew]

"What in the world are you doing?" Jack asks from his place in the kitchen door, looking at Kate with his eyebrows raised. It seems like she's burning vegetables in a frying pan, but he can't really be sure these days. Kate does some strange things.

Already, Jack's blaming the hormones.

[new_ophelia]

"Cooking!" Kate exclaims, waving her spatula around. "What does it look like I'm doing. Laundry?" Now, granted, the product of the cooking isn't exactly food.

[jack_crew]

"I'm pretty sure this isn't what cooking looks like," Jack asks, watching hot oil splatter from the spatula. "You're gonna end up burning something like that," he warns, coming into the kitchen, although a bit carefully. Just in case she flings the spatula right at his head.

[new_ophelia]

Kate pouts down at her pan and the oily, charred mess. "I was trying to make us food. It didn't work at all."