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Track 376 - Eat It [Open]

Morning - Cafeteria Kitchen

[Yosuke isn't really sure what's possessed him to come this far. It's not like he's ever had a problem eating the cafeteria food, but today? Today he finds himself in the kitchen, staring at a frying pan and with a bunch of eggs at the ready. An omelet. It can't really be that hard, right?]

[Sure, the girls all screwed it up, but that was because they were all genuinely terrible at cooking! No matter what he does, he can't do it that bad]

[Right?]

Okay, so... I crack the eggs first, right?

[Deep breaths]

Midday - Media Room

[And now that his mis-adventures in cooking are over, it's time for his usual pastime - wasting the day away in the media room! Today's choice?]

[Seems he's just kicking back and listening to some tunes. And whether it's nostalgia or something else, today's choice is certainly pop-ier than what he usually listens to. It's the upbeat catchy tunes of one Risette!]

[Approach?]

Late Afternoon - Music Room

Dammit!

[He swears after a very sharp and wrong-sounding note. Closer inspection would show that Yosuke has a guitar in hand and while it's not clear what exactly he's trying to play, he's certainly trying to play something! Judging from the look of frustration on his face, however, it doesn't seem to be going well]

Come on, I get to be on stage with Gas Chamber and now I can't play to save my life? I was never that good, but this just isn't fair!

[And yet despite his lement, there he goes again!]

[Good judgement never was his forte]

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[ The correct term is smugly bossy, actually. ~~Okay, maybe superior is a good way to put it.~~ He pauses in the middle of setting all the cooking equipment on the counter to glance over at the other student in surprise. He hadn't actually thought they would do that. After all, shouldn't they have had access to a cookbook? ] They produced toxic curry with their cooking skills?

[ Unsure if he should be impressed, or recommend this person's friends seriously check what sort of cookbook they're using and make sure it's not a chemistry textbook. Hidetoshi nods in gratitude when his request for proper ingredients is fulfilled with decent haste. And if he had forgotten any ingredients, he could just fetch them himself. ] Yes, excellent.

[ The eggs go first—he cracks over them over the edge of the mixing bowl, and neatly drops the gooey yolks into the bowl before tossing the cracked egg shells into the sink. Then he picks up the whisk and politely offers it to him. ]

Mind beating the eggs? It's not dissimilar to when you want to make scrambled eggs.

Toxic is actually being a little too generous, but that's the short version.

[He takes the whisk in hand and nods, setting to work on showing those eggs what for! It's actually a little funny. He's seen all these cooking implements before - he knows what they do, and he's even sold most of them to housewives looking for replacements. Actually using one is a little weird after all this time - he can imagine it's the same feeling a car salesman gets when he finally drives a car he sells]

[Before long, the eggs are soundly beaten into submission and he's actually feeling a little proud of himself]

Alright sensei, what's next?

I'm impressed that's possible to begin with.

[ And while he's expertly beating the flying heck of those eggs, Hidetoshi will be fiddling with the stove, setting it to heat up to a medium-low temperature, making sure all the ingredients are out of the way where they wouldn't be knocked over in a moment of carelessness, and once the stove's all ready, dropping the butter onto the frying pan to melt. ]

Pour in a small amount of milk, add two pinches of pepper and salt for taste, then whisk. [Very briskly rattled off, and he assumes he doesn't need to point out the milk, pepper and salt in question for the other high school student to know what he's referring to. Whisk like your arm's gonna fall off if you don't whisk hard enough, Yosuke! ]

Got it! [No, Yosuke is indeed competent enough to be able to locate nearby ingredients without them being pointed out - the hard part are those vague measurements. People actually cook with a pinch of stuff? How the hell is he supposed to measure a pinch? But then again, it should be fine as long as he doesn't go overboard, right? And even then, it's going to be a lot harder for him to ruin it with a little extra salt than it was for the girls to ruin it with their everything]

[So there's the milk, there's the salt, there's... well, that was probably a little heavy on the pepper, but it'll be fine]

[NOW HERE'S HIS CHANCE FOR AN ALL OUT WHISK!]

Alright!

Hm...

[ Excellent job, Yosuke! Have fun with that, and once he judges the butter in the frying pan to be hot enough, he'll be patiently waiting for you to finish whisking so he can pour in the eggs. Since the other guy seemed to be doing perfectly fine on his own common sense, Hidetoshi won't interfere.

Every few second he checks the timer on the stove idly. ]

Alright, all done!

[THESE EGGS HAVE BEEN WHISKED TO AN EGGY DEATH! Or something like that. Look, he whisked them like a champ, and he puts the bowl back on the counter]

Looks like your end is looking pretty good, I think. Where do we go from here?

Yes, it is.

[ And he'll taking that bowl from the counter, examining it to make it's been properly whisked (which it has been, congrats dude) before tipping one edge of the bowl down and pouring it into a yellow waterfall of whisked eggs into the frying pan with a hiss as egg meet melted butter. He'll scrap any of the lingering eggs off the sides of the bowl with the spatula into the pan. ]

We pour the eggs into the frying pan to cook for a minute, and then we'll drain any leftover liquids from the frying pan. [ All business here, yep. ]

[ Or to be exact, Yosuke will be the one doing all that with instructions from the student council vice president since it's his omelet. Hidetoshi takes a steps back and offers him the rubber spatula once he's done pouring in the eggs. ]

[There's a brief moment of deer in headlights as Yosuke looks at the offered spatula - he's never spatula'd anything before in his life! But he's not getting a choice here, so he takes it and steels his confidence as he looks at the frying pan. If Rise can do it, he can do it too! And make it edible!]

So you mean like... a literal minute? Or os there some way to tell when it's cooked enough?

[ Hidetoshi almost smirks at the other dude's deer in the headlights impression, but he restrains himself politely. It'll be fine, it's not hard, he had shown himself capable of using common sense. He nods stiffly as he answers his question, keeping to the side and out of the way; ]

Generally, you're cooking until the bottom of the eggs begins setting, and that usually takes only a minute or two, so yes.

[Okay. Okay! HE CAN DO THIS! HE HAS THE ~~POWER~~ SPATULA! But man there has never been a longer minute in his life. Since when do minutes last this long?! It's shenanigans! Time shenanigans! But finally he notices the egg along the side of the pans getting solid-er and he takes it as a good sign]

Okay, so just.... flip when the entire outside is that kind of solid, right? No, wait, you said we have to drain it first! Okay.

[ YEP, DUDE, YOU HAVE THE ALMIGHTY ~~POWER~~ COOKING UTENSIL, GO FOR IT MAN. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. And he'll be standing to the side and offering brisk instruction, and kinda internally chuckling a bit in Yosuke's anxiety. ]

Yeah, to drain it, just go and lift one edge of the egg up with the spatula, and allow any leftover liquid egg to drain into the sink before repeating the process with all of the edges until there's no liquid egg left.

[ And once he's managed to (hopefully) pull this off, the Persona-user will be looking at a decently-sized yellow pancake of eggs in the frying pan. That's about the moment when he's supposed to flip it over onto the other side. ]

[Whether it's his intention or not, Hidetoshi's calm demeanor and confidence are sort of contagious. Even though his skills aren't as good as his best friend's 'little sister', Yosuke's starting to believe he can do this. He almost even feels like a natural as he drains the leftover egg liquid!]

[And now excuse him while he takes a moment to proudly stare at his half finished egg pancake. After all, it may not be perfect? But it's his, and it even looks edible! No one can take that away from him]

[... oh, right! He's supposed to be cooking! And with a sheepish laugh and more than a little difficulty, he manages to flip the omelet over to the other side]

Alright! Success! I knew I could do it!

[ It wasn't his intention, really, but Hidetoshi does experience a faint feeling of pride in aiding someone else in becoming better at something, anything by teaching them how to, really. It was a pleasant feeling. He smirks as the other male sheepishly laughs at himself for getting lost in his success for a quick moment, and with a small struggle, manages to flips the omelet over. ]

Excellent. [ Well, not excellent exactly, but it's edible and its not burned in the wrong places or the wrong color as it cooked. It's what he would deem passable, and the guy looks so proud of himself for cooking it, so Hidetoshi is nice about it. ]

[ And after a few seconds have passed, he remarks; ] Simply allow it to cook for a minute, and your omelet will be done.

[ Now, where did he leave the ingredients for the fillings... This was a productive method for burning time if nothing else, he'd give it that. ]

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Track 376 - Eat It [Open]

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Sorry this is STUPID LATE, feel free to ignore orz

HEY it's okay, I am patient

Well thank you then ♥

♥ you're welcome