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towerofanimus2013-05-02 05:44 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-02 05:44 pm
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Characters: A grumpy redhead and YOU.
Setting: Cafeteria/kitchens, backdated to yesterday.
Format: [why do I even put this on here]
Summary: The siren's call of real food has drawn someone out of his post-event hiding place.
Warnings: Possibly event aftermath?
[He's done a good job of making himself missing the last week and a half, holed up in a back corner of the library with a beanbag and as many books as he can carry. It's actually a bit of a surprise when the new month comes around, bringing with it food other than Jason's nutrition bars, and that, ultimately, is what draws him away from the standard part of the cafeteria and back into the kitchens. It definitely seems to have put him in a better mood - he's more animated than he's been in a while as he looks through the cupboards and large refrigerator.
Before long, he's got a pot of water boiling for tea and a selection of chicken breast on the cutting board, a knife in hand as he trims away fat and chops the chicken into smaller pieces. Maybe if you approach him, he'll make your something that isn't covered in flowers.
But don't count on it.]
Setting: Cafeteria/kitchens, backdated to yesterday.
Format: [why do I even put this on here]
Summary: The siren's call of real food has drawn someone out of his post-event hiding place.
Warnings: Possibly event aftermath?
[He's done a good job of making himself missing the last week and a half, holed up in a back corner of the library with a beanbag and as many books as he can carry. It's actually a bit of a surprise when the new month comes around, bringing with it food other than Jason's nutrition bars, and that, ultimately, is what draws him away from the standard part of the cafeteria and back into the kitchens. It definitely seems to have put him in a better mood - he's more animated than he's been in a while as he looks through the cupboards and large refrigerator.
Before long, he's got a pot of water boiling for tea and a selection of chicken breast on the cutting board, a knife in hand as he trims away fat and chops the chicken into smaller pieces. Maybe if you approach him, he'll make your something that isn't covered in flowers.
But don't count on it.]
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER? ;U; <3
He's surprised, though, to find Asch busy chopping pieces of chicken. He hesitates, unsure of whether or not he should bother the redhead--as Ion hadn't seen him since before the brainwashing--but soon gives into the temptation of potentially using his most effective puppy-eyed-fon-master-stare to leech some food off of the older teen. Assuming there's enough to share, anyway.]
I've heard that cooking can be a rather relaxing activity. Would you say that's true, Asch?
[Not that Ion wasn't already more-or-less relaxed and looking for some form of escape, mind you. But he'd never really had much of a chance to learn how to cook. It seemed like a terribly useful skill.
That, and Asch's skills in the kitchen also seemed like a lighter source of conversation than the reasons surrounding the fact that they'd hardly seen one another.]
[A FON MASTER IS NEVER TARDY ANYWAY]
Which, by Asch standards, is pretty friendly.]
It depends on what you're doing, and how much you stress over getting it right.
[Said as he tosses some of the chicken around so that it cooks evenly. And yes, Ion, there's plenty for another person or two, especially when said person is a smallish teenage boy. Asch has kind of gotten into the habit of cooking for a couple extra, even if Luke isn't around to feed.]
Just like any other skill, really.
Too true!
And maybe it was kind of strange to compare reading the Score to cooking, anyway.]
Still, I admire you for being so talented, Asch. Especially in such practical fields.
[Cooking, fighting...definitely things that came in handy here. Neither of which Ion could boast to have any small amount of skill in.]
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[The fighting he'd give you - he's good at it, he knows it, the fact that Luke is even passable attests to it. But ultimately, almost anyone could learn to cook at least well enough to keep themselves alive.
He uses a wooden utensil - almost a spoon, but with a flat "bowl" instead of a spoon's concave end - to turn some of the chicken over in the pan, then looks back at Ion.]
There's nothing stopping you from learning.
[Nothing forcing him to remain useless, is what's going unsaid. On Auldrant, it might have been in the Order's best interest to keep the replica from learning too much, growing too independent, but here and now, it's the exact opposite. For anyone who wants to survive, it's worth trying, worth learning something to keep from being a burden.]
That goes for anything.
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He'd never really...been encouraged to do anything useful. Generally, he was admonished for it.]
Anything?
[He'd been told otherwise so often, had it drilled so hard in his head, that he could hardly believe he even had the capability. But he wanted to. Ion had never wanted to believe in something so much.
Though, he didn't know where to begin. His face becomes oddly serious as he steps closer to the redhead.]
Would you teach me?
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And, at the time, he hadn't understood what it meant to have something that needed to be done, no matter how frail and weak you were. Now he does. It's an odd kinship of understanding.]
If you want. I'm no gentle teacher.
[There's not much gentle about him, and Ion should know that well enough by now, but it needed to be said anyway. He won't be the teacher that gives his students any illusions about themselves or what he thinks of them. That's something as much for himself as anything.]
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[He'd had more than enough of that. And even if he was a child in actuality, he couldn't afford to be one. The opportunity for childhood had come and gone. Ion had no illusions of that.
And the truth was...the truth was...]
I want to learn. I can't stand knowing that I can't take proper care of myself. Especially not-- [His voice breaks slightly, and goes more quiet] --after learning firsthand what this Tower can do to a person.
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It doesn't really matter that much, in the end.
Instead, he steps aside just enough that the shorter boy can look over his shoulder at the chicken in the pan.]
Make sure it changes color all the way through. Sections like this -
[And he points to a translucent section with his spoon.]
Are still raw. There are some cuts of beef you can leave partially raw in the middle, but poultry and pork need to be cooked all the way through.
[No time like the present for starting, eh Ion?]
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He gets closer, again, this time enough to really observe (without getting in Asch's way) the process. Ion nods in consideration where appropriate.]
I see. That makes sense. I wouldn't want to get anyone sick. [It's about now he starts to wonder if he should invest in a notepad.]
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Any ground meats need to be cooked all the way through as well - anything that isn't solid muscle that hasn't been exposed to the air.
[He pushes the chunks of chicken around the pan a bit.]
Don't let any particular piece stay in the bottom of the pan too long. It'll stick and eventually burn.
[And speaking of practical lessons - he flips the utensil in his hand, offering the handle end to Ion.]
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Oh--!
[Ion's surprised, though clearly excited as his wide eyes betray, when Asch offers him the utensil. After a very brief hesitation, he takes the tool and begins to mimic the redhead's earlier actions.
And after a few gentle jabs at the cooking meat, Ion's movements begin to ease. He starts to look...somewhat like a child having fun playing than a chef-in-training, but at least he's smiling. And, of course, he isn't goofing off.]
Like this? [He asks as he somewhat-clumsily works at flipping a few of the pieces over as not to burn them.]
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Unpracticed, but good enough.
[Trusting the replica to not burn himself, Asch steps off to the side to pick up the container of sauce he was planning to swirl the meat in.]
Adding the sauce now means that it won't cook all the way through the meat, just glaze it a bit. Watch yourself, the oil might splash.
[And hot oil burns are the last thing you want to end up with. Once he's sure that Ion's hands are clear, he drizzles some of the sauce over the meat.]
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Glaze... [Ion repeats it in a murmur, as if trying to remember the word and the cooking conditions that surround it. As he's told, he cradles his hand (and the spoon he continues to clutch) to his chest until it's safe.]
Is it better to use sauce as a glaze than to have it cook all the way through? Or is that just something that depends on what you're trying to make?
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[He shakes the pan around a bit, since Ion is still holding into the spoon.]
If it's lower quality meat, it's sometimes better to overwhelm it with the flavor of the sauce or spices.
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That makes a lot of sense. I can see why you like cooking, Asch.
[It was a straightforward, no-nonsense, this-is-just-how-things-are sort of thing. Or so it seemed, so far. That seemed right up the God General's alley.
And yes, Ion's still going to treat it like it's something Asch actively enjoys doing in his spare time as opposed to just some skill he utilizes to survive. After all...he's so knowledgeable and good at it! That's got to suggest some level of dedication beyond the necessary.]