Not Exactly The Iron Chef [Active/Open]

[chaos_squirrel]

Characters: Emil Castagnier, Anna Marshall, OPEN
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Day 018
Summary: Emil makes food.
Warnings: None so far.

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[deinennazihoden]

Hugo had also been fighting a powerful sense of weariness. He felt as though he'd spent all day running hard in the French countryside, and wanted to collapse bone-weary wherever he could. He had reined it in, however, and focused instead on his empty belly. Food would wake him up and give him energy until he staked out a safe place to sleep.

With that in mind, to one of the Kitchens he went, prowling as much as a large man with a machine gun can prowl.

[chaos_squirrel]

Emil hadn't expected someone else to come in, but on second thought he probably should have. Other people had to eat too, didn't they? He didn't recognize the man who came in, and really the man looked a little intimidating, but he was probably hungry too!

"Oh, um, hello. I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of making something right now." He glanced around the kitchen, checking on the food he had--carrots, tomatoes, onions, a healthy number of peppers...this would definitely feed more than just him and the monsters. He could easily afford to share, if the man wanted. "I'm about to start on some stew. Do you want some, or should I move some things aside for you?"

[maybeanangel]

Story wasn't too sure what was going on right now. She had fallen asleep in by a table in a room filled with sewing devices and needles and had woken up feeling weary and exhausted. She began wondering around, trying to find some way to stay awake.

She managed to fumble her way to the kitchen, where she found a familiar face in Hugo. Story hadn't been expecting to see him so soon after meeting him for the first time.

Story hovered by the door, unsure if she should go in.

[deinennazihoden]

Hugo looked around at the food as well, and peered at the cook for a long moment, considering his offer.

Finally, he nodded slowly. He'd just watch the food preparation carefully. He wasn't going to think the boy wouldn't drug his food, but he wasn't too worried to refuse.

[maybeanangel]

"I have never cooked before. Fire does not exist in my world," Story explained. She watched the pot on the stove with interest. "I have spent most of my life learning about human mannerisms and ideas but I do not know how to cook," Story smiled calmly at Emil and glanced over her shoulder at Hugo.

"I know this must seem odd, but it is not often I can learn something, first hand,"

[deinennazihoden]

Hugo found a counter to perch on awkwardly.

"There is no fire?" Hugo wasn't sure how that was possible. "But...it is fire."

[chaos_squirrel]

That was a surprise. The girl wasn't human? And the other things she'd said, they were a little strange too. No fire, learning about humans--what kind of world did she come from?

Of course, Emil wasn't really human himself either, even if he still felt like one. He shouldn't be one to pass judgment on others like that. Besides, all that mattered right now was that the girl wanted to learn how to cook. That wasn't hard. "All right. Let's make something easy, then. Is there anything in particular either of you want? What are your names, anyway?"

[maybeanangel]

"My name is Story. I am the Madame Narf, or leader, of my world. Which is completely underwater," Story answered two questions at one time. "And I will gladly learn whatever you choose to teach me,"