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[steepwithdead]

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mid september, wherein im cringe in your inbox

[grabaslice]

Better questions this time.

1. Any food allergies?
2. Any dietary restrictions?

i eat cringe for breakfast

[steepwithdead]

That's true, I do like questions involving food.

1. No allergies to speak of.
2. I'm vegetarian, otherwise no.

[grabaslice]

Food is the truest equalizer.

Noted, and noted. Narrows down what I can do.

Would you be opposed to letting me cook you dinner? A thank you for your help. I'm no star chef, but, I can cook a decent meal.

[steepwithdead]

I'm not opposed, no. I hope you don't feel obligated, though. I do this with no expectations.

[grabaslice]

Consider it a thank you as much as another reason for us to hang out. Seems pretty fair to me.

[steepwithdead]

In that case, it'd be rude to refuse. Alright, I'm in. Want to cook at my place or should I visit yours? My kitchen is well stocked.

[grabaslice]

Probably better if I come to your place with ingredients to cook. If I invite you over, there is an 80% chance Donnie will show up to specifically glower. He can be friendly, occasionally.

[steepwithdead]

[Ah, yes...]

We've already met. Would you like to invite him to join us, or should I put a pillow in one of the garden trees?

[grabaslice]

[Leonardo can't even really be surprised for long. He sighs on his side of the conversation.]

Of course he's stalking you. Of course.

He can stay in his tree, so, leave him a pillow if you're inclined to. I'll come with just one arm to keep him from actively listening in to the conversation. You might have to help me carry things in.

I hope you like soba noodles.

[steepwithdead]

He can listen through your arm?

[what is technology... usually that sort of thing requires Scrying. Well, it's not as if they're talking about anything troublesome, although he'd like privacy for his counselling meetings. Maybe he ought to start putting up barriers. He did finish the temple recently...]

I can definitely help carry things, and whatever else you might need two hands for.

I'm not familiar with soba specifically, but I'll be glad to try them.

[grabaslice]

There is a tracker in it already. I wouldn't be surprised if he can tap into something to listen somehow. He made my arm originally.

Thank you. I might need help with chopping a few things. We'll see.

They're thick noodles. You'll see what I mean.

[steepwithdead]

Huh. I assume it's technology, so there's no helping it.

[If it was magical he could theoretically do something, but tech, you're on your own.]

Whatever you need is fine by me.

I look forward to it. Come by any time.

[grabaslice]

Yeah, its over my head. I'm gonna stick to being down an arm. Easier that way.

My biggest request is give Donnie a gross pillow, but, I think you're much nicer than I am.

How does tomorrow work? I could probably swing by later afternoon, make it a dinner thing.

[steepwithdead]

It's your arm, do with it as you please, of course.

If it's obviously gross, he won't use it. I could put some discarded beetle chitin inside.

Tomorrow sounds perfect. I'll see you then.

[grabaslice]

He would hate that, not that you heard that from me.

See you then!

[At best, Cad gets a quick on my way. text before Leonardo's arrival. The trip takes about its usual length. Enough time for Leonardo to vaguely wonder if Donnie did follow him.

The turtle knocks on the door as he finally does arrive. Somehow, Leo is hefting up a large canvas back on his singular arm. He has his cowl draped over his other side, offering him some warmth in the changing seasons.]

Time to find out if you like soba.

[steepwithdead]

[Caduceus opens the door to let him in with his usual warm smile, clad in one of his standard colourful and embroidered robes. He gestures Leonardo in, leading the way to the kitchen, a path the turtle should be familiar with.

Inside the house, there's a soft, warm air filtering through.]

I like most pasta, so I'm confident it'll be alright. Does what you're making go well with buns?

[grabaslice]

[He smiles back at Caduceus, something unguarded and relaxed.

At this point, Leo is definitely starting to at least get familiar with the firbolg's home. Something he hasn't really done with anyone else.

As soon as he's near a countertop or flat surface, he's going to set the canvas bag down.]

Given it's a warm noodle dish, it should. [Once Leo is sure the bag is settled, he opens it to start fishing out ingredients for the soba.] Did you grab some buns before I got here?

[steepwithdead]

[Caduceus gives a cursory glance at the ingredients as they emerge, and fetches a couple of pots and pans he'd expect to likely be used for the recipe based on what he sees.]

Not exactly. I've got dough rising, I thought I'd roll them out and let them bake while you're cooking, if they'd be a good side.

[grabaslice]

[Leonardo is glad Caduceus is already grabbing things. He doesn't know where things are put just yet.]

I think that'd be good. A perfect addition to soba. [He's arranging the ingredients best he can. The array for the sauce get put together for easy grabbing.]

[steepwithdead]

Alright, wonderful. There's room enough for us both in here.

[This house is a legit mansion, so it has a big kitchen. He fetches a couple of cutting boards and knives as well, then a tray for the buns.]

[grabaslice]

I wanted to cook for you, but cooking with you is good too. [He offers back genuinely. He likes to think they're friends or becoming friends by now.] There should be plenty for leftovers for a good while, too.


[Leonardo moves to actually get the biggest pot filled with water to get the noodles cooking kicked off.]

[steepwithdead]

You're cooking. I'm baking.

[Normally he doesn't fuss over things like semantics, but if it makes Leonardo feel any better, he can very much still be the one to do the cooking.]

I hope you'll take some home with you, too. It's just me here.

[grabaslice]

[He can't help but laugh at that. He concedes the point.] Alright, fair enough. Baking is vastly different.

I think I will. Leftovers will keep me fed well for a few days when I'm feeling lazy. [Getting the sauce started is easy enough, though he has to take it a bit slower due to being one-handed for the task.] I'd try to offer some to Donnie, but he's picky. Busy with his own projects too. He's there, but the apartment is quiet.

[steepwithdead]

Hm. Remind me to send you home with some biscuits. The flavour's plain enough that he might find them satisfactory.

[He's found both taste and texture that the younger Donnie likes, in part due to experimentation, and in part thanks to Rue's tips. The elder might find them alright, too.

He starts separating the dough into balls for the tray.]

[grabaslice]

Ooh, good idea. Might work for him if they're plain enough. [He is going to try and remember that for later.]

If his stupid butt is outside, we can also toss one at his head. See which one of us has better aim.

[It is a 50/50 on if Donnie does decide to stalk this, but Leo will make fun of it. Be starts working on whisking the sauce together, having to slow down marginally to add things in before he starts whisking. He peeks at the boiling water occasionally.]