2nd Goal

[whatpenguin]

Characters: Genda Koujirou and YOU!
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Action please!;
Summary: FOOD.
FOOD.
Warnings: I'll add them in if there are any!

[After finding out the tower's been restocked, Genda's well past raided the fridge by now - he's cooked everything he knows how, prepared tons of homestyle meals, and now?
He's got it all spread out on a table and he is stuffing his face.
Genda's also made sure to avoid anything he deems inedible, too. Which means no poisonous foods, and definitely no vegetables, yuck.

You're free to the food too, of course! As it is, he's probably going to offer anyway.
... Not that he wouldn't be able to eat it all himself.]

Comments

[errandwings]

[ He's just going to... stand at one side and stare at the food longingly.

He's cry. ]

[whatpenguin]

[HE WILL DEFEAT ALL OF THIS FOOD - oh there's Aphrodi.

Genda gives him a smile, and motions for Aphrodi to come join him!!
There's plenty of food, after all!]

[errandwings]

[ He comes to sit down, but Aphrodi doesn't touch any food.

...It smells really nice... ]

[whatpenguin]

You can have some, if you'd like. I've made plenty.

[... Or is it because he cooked it? Maybe Aphrodi's not used to sharing food with others...]

[errandwings]

[ avoiding the former part--!! ]

You made all this yourself? That's pretty impressive. [ That, and he can't cook himself. ]

[whatpenguin]

Well - I've always been a fan of food! My grandma taught me how to cook, ever since I was young.

[He just waves that off, though, like it's nothing big!]

[errandwings]

Eeh, I wish my grandma did that. [ starry eyes at the food. ]

Up 'til the age of seven, I thought food just appeared.

[whatpenguin]

... I could teach you, if you'd like.
Cooking really isn't all that hard.

[He's trying not to laugh at that, though - you were a cute kid by the sounds of it, Aphrodi..!]

[errandwings]

[ But why would he torture himself like that? The only reason why he's in the Cafeteria in the first place is because he had no idea there was one. ]

Hmm, if you can. [ Okay, so he's a little curious as to how it's done. ] I'm really bad at cooking. [ Burning fruit salad? Check. ]

[whatpenguin]

Ah, no one's "bad" at cooking. They just haven't had practice.
It's not like singing or art, where you need to have a natural talent for it!

[Which means yes, he can so teach you, Aphrodi!! Whenever he's done eating, anyway.]

[errandwings]

I think it's safer to trust me on this one.

[ Natural talent for cooking exists, he's a prime example of someone in desperate need of it.

Aphrodi will... look at the ceiling or something because the food is making him both hungry and ill. ]

[whatpenguin]

... Are you feeling alright, Aphrodi?

[errandwings]

Hm? Yeah, of course.

[ He smiles! He is technically alright. ]

Don't mind me, just finish your meal.

[whatpenguin]

Are you sure? There's plenty here for you too, if you'd like.

[errandwings]

[ ...oh gosh, Aphrodi feels a little rude to keep on declining. ]

No, no, it's yours after all.

[whatpenguin]

... Hmm.

[He pauses then, poking something with his fork thoughtfully.]

... Are you a vegetarian, Aphrodi? Is that it?

[errandwings]

No-

[ wait. Maybe he can get away with pretending he is. ]

I mean, yes, of course. [ He's not very convincing. ]

[whatpenguin]

That didn't sound very sincere.

[A pause.]

Are you just a vegetarian as a fad then, Aphrodi? You know that's not good for you at all.

[Don't make him mother you. >8(]

1/3 I think

[errandwings]

[ sladjk ] No! It's not like that!

I- I just- fine.

[ ...sob okay. He's going to do this- Aphordi picks up a fork and cuts himself a bite and holds it in front of his face for a long minute to stare at.

Food. He is going to eat you. Aphrodi prays to whatever gods that are up there that it actually stays down. ]

2/4 actually I lied

[errandwings]

3/4

[errandwings]

[ ...hey look he swallowed just fine there are no problems! ]

4/4 yes

[errandwings]

[ Nope that is a lie, sorry Genda, Aphrodi's going to need to brb really quick to the nearest bathroom. ]

[whatpenguin]

[... Oh. 8(( Maybe he really was a vegetarian, then...

Genda'll just... Grab some napkins and wait for him, then. He'd follow to hold his hair back, but he's not sure how comfortable he'd be with that -]

[errandwings]

[ Might as well because Aphrodi would have batted Genda away with a stick, head in the toilet bowl or not.

He's going to wash up a little before going back. ]

Sorry about that-- It's not your cooking or anything, so don't be offended. [ In fact it was pretty nice while it lasted. ]

[whatpenguin]

It's... alright.
Are you okay, though? You aren't sick, are you?

[He's holding the napkins out though, before going to go check him for a fever and whatnot!!]