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redshiftrp2020-10-13 06:51 pm
writtendestiny) wrote in redshiftrp2020-10-13 06:51 pm
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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.
[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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I was never really allowed in kitchens...
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[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?
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[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...
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Your sister would poison you?
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[He is, unfortunately, dead serious.]
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[It isn't often Poison doesn't quite have the words for something, but this time she falls short on anything she could say that wouldn't seem facetious. Instead, she only shakes her head.]
I'm sorry.
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[He wishes it weren't true.]
I've made it a habit to avoid kitchens because I'm used to seeing her in them, even though I haven't been near her in well over two years.
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Well... maybe you can make some better memories here. What do you think?
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[He looks around and starts to gather some of the items and clean up.]
Is there anything we should be doing while we wait for it to rise?
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Or read something. But we could make a cake. A simple one should be done by the time the dough is ready.
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[He has NO idea.]
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I'll help you. It's not difficult, you just need to get the ingredients right. So, are you up to it?
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If you say so.
[He's up to it, but a bit nervous.]
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[She smiles at him. Don't worry! She won't leave you to deal with it on your own.]
We'll need... sugar, and baking powder, and eggs. I think everything else is already out. If you want chocolate cake we need cocoa powder too.
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There. That's everything? [He looks around to the everything else she had mentioned.[
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When he puts everything down, she picks up the baking soda and looks thoughtful.]
Is there no baking powder?
[This can work, she just needs to do something a little different.]
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Oh. I misunderstood. There should be! I thought they were the same....
[And now he's embarrassed while he goes to retrieve the baking powder, which is readily available.]
Here.
[He sets it down, takes a small step back so as not to crowd her, and waits for further instruction... Or, unfortunately something he's felt a bit more accustomed to since his long time on Amoi... some reprimanding.]
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[So she puts the baking soda to one side and waits while he gets the correct item, and smiles at him when he comes back. Poison always smiles like someone not entirely used to smiling, but her eyes are warm regardless.]
You need to come here, you're going to be measuring everything out.
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[He says, sulking a bit at his own stupidity. The smile is nice, but he's so used to discrimination that he hangs back for a second until Poison tells him he needs to come closer. When it was illegal for an Elite to touch him, being close just makes him feel a bit on edge. Not her fault. Not at all, but he is... odd.]
Okay. How much of the baking powder?
[Since that's in his hand already.]
Am I putting everything in the same bowl, or do certain ingredients have to be mixed separately? [He has a very basic idea of what needs to be done, and maybe dry ingredients should be mixed in one container, and wet in another? Which gets added to which?]
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[She doesn't move too far away from him, but given he hasn't complained so far about her putting him in charge of all this, she's just going to let him get on with it. Normally, Poison wouldn't really measure things out so precisely at all, but maybe it's better if...
The young woman moves away to grab some scales and a set of measuring cups and spoons.]
A teaspoon of the baking powder should be enough. [And she holds up the little plastic spoon with 'tsp' marked on it.]
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[He's very practical about what he does, and won't complain about being put in charge. So long as she gives him direction, he'll be comfortable. However, he may take a while making sure the teaspoon is perfectly even.]