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I might be tempting fate by doing something relaxing, but--

[Poison trails off for a moment, muttering something just out of earshot of what the device is able to capture. While what she's saying can't quite be made out, it sounds scolding.]

I'm making some bread in the kitchens. Um. If anyone wants to join me I can personalise a roll for them.

[It's not too often that Poison actually offers out her company like that, but... she's feeling the need for some living companionship very keenly right now.]

Or we can just talk. That's fine, too.

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[She can judge as much as she wants. He was never really allowed in the kitchen growing up, then he was homeless, and then he suddenly had an apartment but had no one to teach him how to cook. Or bake. Anything his sister touched turned to poison, so he wasn’t going to reach out to her to teach him.]

It seems useful... but I probably won’t do well...

Don't worry about doing well. It's really easy.

[There's an offer there, and she waits for him to take it. Making bread is... soothing, in its way, and she has no issues with showing someone else how to make it.]

Well, if you're sure. It wouldn't hurt to learn how...

You should come to the kitchens, then. I'll be here for a while.

Right now?

[He doesn't know why he feels frightened. Maybe because of all the horrible things his sister did to him because she had access to a kitchen? Maybe because the last time he tried to cook, he set the actual cookware on fire? He's just... full of worries, but he's on his way to the kitchen regardless of how she answers him.]

If you're not busy.

[There's plenty enough to do around the place that she could believe it if he was, but when he does arrive at the kitchen he will find the small young woman standing at a counter with her hair tied back, kneading a ball of bread dough with the heel of her hand.]

I'm not. I'm on my way now.

[It doesn't take him too long to show up. He just sent Takeshi a text that he'd be out and in the kitchens... He's never actually been to them, so when he walks in, he's looking around as though the entire set up is something he's never seen before.

The last time he was in a kitchen... it'd been better if he never was.]

Yo.

[He's awkward about being here, not too close to her or the dough. Gokudera actually looks at it as if he expects it to do something weird, like set the kitchen surface on fire or get larger and start to thin like a blade, or... melt something as if it's made of acid.]

Hi.

[Poison is a small, unassuming-looking young woman. She has her long black hair tied back and several smudges of flour on the front of her apron. She looks up at him and smiles, then her expression turns a little speculative as she notes the look on his face.]

What's wrong with you?

[She does look small and unassuming, like both of the girls Gokudera used to know back in his home world. They were kind and took care of everyone until they found out that they were part of something much bigger. Gokudera can't help upholding Mafia traditions... keeping women and children out. Honestly, he's scared of women... and more mildly of kitchens.

This is a more relaxed interaction than when they met outside by the gravestones. Gokudera was awkward there, but in his suit, it hadn't been visible.]

I'm well. [He comments and his brows furrow as he's full of cautious uncertainty.] Just haven't been in a kitchen in a long time...

[So he's just going to look around as though it's all very strange because it is.]

[Gokudera would be right to be wary that her size doesn't match what she's capable of, if he had any reason to be worried about her ire. Poison has been through a lot, and learned a lot, and could probably take him on with one of the kitchen knives if she had to.

But she doesn't have to, because this is just a time for making bread and nothing else.]

Tch. Boys.

[The young woman shakes her head, then makes a gesture with her hand.] Come here, you can't see what I'm doing from way over there.

[She would not have to take him on. He used to be much more abrasive and offensive of a person until he spent roughly two years as someone else's property. He hears her slight scoff and approaches as she invites him, mindful of the space between them.

Gokudera stops close enough to watch, but is just a little shy of arm's reach. He doesn't want to hover or risk them touching.]

[... Well, at least he isn't hovering so far away that he can't see what she's doing. She watches him out of the corner of her eye as she kneads the heel of her hand into the dough in front of her, turning it on the floury counter top.]

You can just sit down and watch if you don't want to try it yourself.

[Gokudera watches what she's doing with obvious curiousity and hesitation. He knows what kneading is, but isn't sure why she's doing it.]

Try what? Kneading dough? I'm not even sure why you knead it.

Because if you don't, it won't rise.

[She continues her work as she answers, folding the dough over itself and pressing her hand into it.]

So you need to knead it, unless you want it to come out like a brick.

I thought yeast did that...

[But what does he know? Gokudera's trying to imagine a brick of bread and that makes him grin a little.]

How long do you have to knead it for?

[It looks kind of fun. If he went for it, he'd probably just punch it, or get one of his rings of bracelets in it. Gokudera is a very flashy young man, like he's poor because he spent too much money at a Hot Topic.]

Not by itself.

[But she won't judge him too harshly if he's never made it before. Poison glances his way briefly, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.]

At least ten mintes. Then you put it in a covered bowl to let it rise.

[Then you punch it, which he might just be thrilled to hear about.]

Oh! Can I try?

[He doesn't want to just butt in, but he does want to participate. Gokudera won't learn otherwise, he feels.]

Do we cover it with a towel? [He's not sure what purpose covering it will do. Does it need to be in the dark to rise?]

Mhm, or some of-- this... stuff.

[She plucks a roll of film out of a drawer and waves it around. One of the books she had found had mentioned this and it had taken her a while to figure out what it was.]

But I prefer the towel. It doesn't stick to itself.

Let’s use a towel, then.

[Gokudera fetches one after pulling open a few drawers. None of the ones lying about seem clean enough by his standards, so he offers her a fresh one.]

Thanks. [She takes it with a smile and runs it under some warm water first, wringing it out before she covers the bowl over and sets it aside.]

I don't think I've seen you in here before.

So they have to be damp? [Gokudera knows almost nothing about making food, and especially nothing about yeast or bread.]

I was never really allowed in kitchens...

Mm. For the humidity, I think. It helps.

[Some of these things, she does without thinking too hard about it because that's simply the way she was taught. She does pause a moment to consider the reason, but then shakes her head and moves on to the next, far more interesting thing that he says.]

You weren't allowed? Why not?

Huh...

[Makes sense, he supposes, but he’s interested in learning more. The science to cooking is interesting, and one he’s never considered learning about to much of an extent.]

I’m certain it was because I was too young, but I also think it may be because my sister used it to make poisons for me...

[It takes a moment to sink in, then she looks at him with thinly veiled, slightly sceptical alarm.]

Your sister would poison you?

Yeah. She has a skill with making most everything she touches poison, and would often test out her creations on me.

[He is, unfortunately, dead serious.]

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