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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.]

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It's often more a matter of which ones aren't poisonous. Most of them don't taste very good, though. I'm kind of surprised there's no poppyseed.

[This stuff all seems to be safe, although to be fair, Asch doesn't recognize everything. Wrong world problems.]

If you would, that would be great. I don't really care what flavor.

I can't imagine they do. [He looks at the tea, finally grabbing Jasmine, just because he's positive that's not poisonous.

Soon he is passing a cup of tea to Asch with a nod.]

[Hey, his preference is actually black tea, he'll take what he can get. Since he's busy frying up chicken by that point, Asch just leaves the tea to cool.]

Sure you don't want anything?

Only if there is enough. [He takes the pot of tea and puts it to the side in case Asch wants any more.]

There's plenty.

[He pauses a moment to pour some of that orange sauce into the pan, tossing the chicken in it for a few minutes before killing the heat on the stove.]

If you are sure then. [It smells delicious, a world apart from anything Suzaku could manage.]

[He just fills a plate, and then a second that he slides towards Suzaku.]

It's not a problem.

Thank you. [He waits, assuming the man was going to eat as well.]

It's nothing.

[Yeah, just let him grab a fork and that cup of tea to settle down into a chair.]

[Once he's seated Suzaku takes a bite of the chicken. It was as delicious as it smelled.] This is very nice, you're a good cook.

I've had to take care of myself for a few years now. Cooking comes with the territory.

[So does laundry, cleaning, a bit of sewing here and there... What a great housewife he'll be.]

[He nodded, understanding.] I was lucky that food is provided for soldiers.

It was provided for us, too, but that doesn't mean it was worth eating.

[Or maybe it just means your tastes were too refined, Asch.

...No, actually, cafeteria food tends to suck the world over.]

True. [Suzaku has little interest in food past the energy it gives him, though he can appreciate a good meal when he has it.

He eats silently for a moment, enjoying the relative normality of the situation.]

[Not much more to say - if Suzaku's a soldier himself, then Asch trusts that he can at least handle his dishes for himself. The one good thing about cooking in the Tower - leave a pan alone long enough, and a drone will wash it for you.

Asch at least rinses his plate and teacup anyway, though.]

[Suzaku just nods at him and sets to washing up, at least that was something he could do.]

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They're reaching their socialization limit

they really are sob, this is why derp types are needed

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We're probably going to be done here soon haha

yes very likely.

let's call this good then

yup! It was a fun thread