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rookshire2019-07-28 04:48 pm
notsoholyspirit) wrote in rookshire2019-07-28 04:48 pm
Even if I don't know what your pain is
Who: Spirit and Kit (willing or unwilling), and then Spirit and everyone!
What: When a man promises to make soup, he makes soup! Feel free to find him outside cooking or as he's bringing a pot of definitely-edible-but-not-great soup around.
Where: Just outside the sallyport, and then around inside
When: New Moon
Warnings: See post headers, none yet
I. Cooking
There's no stove inside. At first, Spirit considers this sort of a problem--how is he supposed to go about cooking without a heat source? Until the hangover (and it's a terrible hangover) wears off enough, and he considers cooking outside. He doesn't mind the heat enough for it to be a deterrent, certainly, despite the fair skin that would suggest that he can't manage.
So he gathers the ingredients he can scrape together (a few Cup of Noodles, two cans of soup broth they'd found in the city, some cans of vegetables, some water). It's not much, but he's pretty sure he can make something that's at the very least edible. So for much of the late morning, he's a little ways away from the sallyport entrance with his hair tied back and sleeves rolled up (they're dry now, thanks Liam!) attempting to coax something flavorful that doesn't taste like garbage from the Ingredients of Dubious Quality.
Because he's outside, his back is to the sallyport and he's whistling quietly to himself as he cooks. Probably not difficult to sneak up on, but if you scare the cook too much you won't get any soup.
II. Serving
Kit gets first dibs. He'd made that much clear last night, despite the slur to his words. So he starts with her, carefully managing a large pot of soup with noodles and a few vegetables. It's not the best thing he's ever made, but it's better than the canned junk and actually doesn't taste half bad (he knows, because he's tasted it).
After serving her, he makes his way to the break room. Here, he sets the pot aside and returns to the locker room to collect a few more pans. It's an interesting array serving items he's got: two shallow pans, another larger pot, a few mugs and some utensils--exactly none of which are spoons.
He posts himself at the door, knowing there isn't exactly a wafting scent of tasty soup to speak for his efforts. He's holding the single large spoon that he'd been using to cook in his right hand, and will absolutely flag any passers-by down. He'll also be calling down the hall if he hears you.
"Hey. Soup's up, if you're interested. It's not terrible!" Given the available resources, he considered this an accomplishment. "It's cooled down a bit too."
III. Aggressive Dad Mode: Activate [Closed to Kit]
Spirit meant what he'd said about the soup. She gets a mug and a fork, and Spirit doesn't wait for her to appear so he can offer. Instead, he looks for her through the hospital until he finds her. If she's awake or not it doesn't matter: he kneels beside her, holding the cup carefully in his hands.
"I promised soup. It's not the best I've ever made," he's talking quietly, thoughtfully, as he offers the small mug to her, "but it's better than what's in the cans, and it isn't too heavy. Should sit in your stomach all right."
What: When a man promises to make soup, he makes soup! Feel free to find him outside cooking or as he's bringing a pot of definitely-edible-but-not-great soup around.
Where: Just outside the sallyport, and then around inside
When: New Moon
Warnings: See post headers, none yet
I. Cooking
There's no stove inside. At first, Spirit considers this sort of a problem--how is he supposed to go about cooking without a heat source? Until the hangover (and it's a terrible hangover) wears off enough, and he considers cooking outside. He doesn't mind the heat enough for it to be a deterrent, certainly, despite the fair skin that would suggest that he can't manage.
So he gathers the ingredients he can scrape together (a few Cup of Noodles, two cans of soup broth they'd found in the city, some cans of vegetables, some water). It's not much, but he's pretty sure he can make something that's at the very least edible. So for much of the late morning, he's a little ways away from the sallyport entrance with his hair tied back and sleeves rolled up (they're dry now, thanks Liam!) attempting to coax something flavorful that doesn't taste like garbage from the Ingredients of Dubious Quality.
Because he's outside, his back is to the sallyport and he's whistling quietly to himself as he cooks. Probably not difficult to sneak up on, but if you scare the cook too much you won't get any soup.
II. Serving
Kit gets first dibs. He'd made that much clear last night, despite the slur to his words. So he starts with her, carefully managing a large pot of soup with noodles and a few vegetables. It's not the best thing he's ever made, but it's better than the canned junk and actually doesn't taste half bad (he knows, because he's tasted it).
After serving her, he makes his way to the break room. Here, he sets the pot aside and returns to the locker room to collect a few more pans. It's an interesting array serving items he's got: two shallow pans, another larger pot, a few mugs and some utensils--exactly none of which are spoons.
He posts himself at the door, knowing there isn't exactly a wafting scent of tasty soup to speak for his efforts. He's holding the single large spoon that he'd been using to cook in his right hand, and will absolutely flag any passers-by down. He'll also be calling down the hall if he hears you.
"Hey. Soup's up, if you're interested. It's not terrible!" Given the available resources, he considered this an accomplishment. "It's cooled down a bit too."
Spirit meant what he'd said about the soup. She gets a mug and a fork, and Spirit doesn't wait for her to appear so he can offer. Instead, he looks for her through the hospital until he finds her. If she's awake or not it doesn't matter: he kneels beside her, holding the cup carefully in his hands.
"I promised soup. It's not the best I've ever made," he's talking quietly, thoughtfully, as he offers the small mug to her, "but it's better than what's in the cans, and it isn't too heavy. Should sit in your stomach all right."
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How old are you, Noctis? The confusion is crystal clear as he blinks at the teen before taking the saucepan and dumping the contents back into the pot.
This time, as he spoons soup into the pan he avoids much of the vegetables. It results in a smaller serving when he hands the saucepan back over.
"Can't give you all the broth and noodles, kid. And you need some vegetables," Spirit raises an eyebrow, the sort of parental expression that says you need to eat some vegetables, deal with it.
"That's better?"
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But at least he doesn't really mind the smaller portion, or the fact that it's mostly flavored broth with some noodles floating around.
"Yeah. I can pick the rest out." Sorry, Spirit, but not even the dad face is going to get him to eat his vegetables. People have been trying his entire life.
Still, he takes the saucepan gratefully, lifting it to his lips and taking a mouthful of the broth. Which is surprisingly good for what it had been made out of.
"It's really good. Thank you, by the way. For making this."
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Dad face activate: you are still getting The Look, Noctis. There's a pointed gaze on him as Noctis sips the broth, avoiding the vegetables. "I only left a few carrots and string beans in there. I promise they won't kill you, and they have the benefit of also filling you up. This isn't the heartiest soup I've ever made."
Sighing, he stretches, leaving the spoon beside the pot and his back popping as he does so. "Glad you like it, kid. I'm thinking I can help Ignis with the cooking."