We can pick a day, or make it whenever. Not like I can't find my way to you.
[He chuckles at that, waggling a snap pea back at the firbolg.] Considering I got lectured by a fifteen-year-old about eating too many grilled cheese sandwiches, finding grace for myself is a little tricky.
Very tragic for your sense of peace. [He arches an eye ridge back at that. With everything chopped, stirred and the noodles in the process, Leonardo has a moment to lean against the edge of the counter.
A thought occurs to him.]
Wait. Quessstiionn, have you eaten pizza before? Cause I'd be happy to make you a killer grilled cheese, but pizza takes priority.
[Leo is going to stir those noodles, checking to see if they're ready yet, whilst talking about pizza.]
Given you're vegetarian, I'm gonna have to think about that. [He mentally flips through a few options.] Maybe a Margherita pizza? Its cheese, sauce, more cheese and some basil.
[The tray comes out and they look amazing, perfectly puffed and golden. This baker knows what he's doing, for sure. (Though he should. Even if he hadn't been cooking for decades before coming here, he's been doing it solo for years in this world now.)]
I think you may be right. Bread's always belonged with noodle sauce. And soups, of course.
Bread is essentially a perfect food for nearly all occasions. [He agrees readily. Being able to actually eat all this food is his favorite.
Leonardo gives the soba noodles another gentle stir. Thankfully per-tag montage rules, it won't take long to get the soba set up. Much handwaving involved. It looks like he can dole the noodles out at this rate.]
[Caduceus fetches the bowls and brings them over, setting them up for Leonardo. Once that's sorted he collects a handful of the fresh buns into a woven basket, carrying it and some cutlery to the dining room.]
What're you thirsty for? Or should I ask, what goes well with this recipe?
[He works on draining the noodles, glad they turned out well. Leo is really glad he made this beforehand.]
Do you have any juice or tea? I think that'd work. This is a bit zesty and sweet, but not over powering. [He figures a mellow juice could work. He doles the noodles into their bowls, mixing in the sauce. Followed by layering sliced avocados, watermelon radishes, mint leaves, and the blanched snap peas.]
Oh, I've always got tea. [This is the tea house with the tea man. Best believe there's tea.] How about iced? I've got a nice fruit blend that's near enough to juice that'd fall squarely in between.
[He'll fetch a pitcher, with a gradient of red and orange within.]
That sounds perfect. [Best of both worlds in his mind. Leonardo figures that would fit the meal just fine.
Once Leo is satisfied with the bowls. He has a dilemma of how to carry them both. If he was back at the apartment, he'd just stand at the kitchen counter eating until he was done.]
I can bring you your bowl at least and go back for mine. Just gimme a sec- [He's at least picking one bowl to balance in his hand.]
Don't worry about it, I've got a spare hand. Let me help.
[Leonardo did all the cooking, and most of the stuff is already out there! Caduceus shoos him towards the dining room and picks up the second bowl, the pitcher in his other hand.]
[The turtle can't help but chuckle a little at that.]
Alright, alright- [He accepts his shoo-ing, walking in the direction of the dining room. He wanted to bring the food over to the firbolg, but clearly Caduceus wasn't having it.
He walks over to the table, setting the bowl down carefully. Once he's sure it won't tip over, he's going to sit down.]
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[He chuckles at that, waggling a snap pea back at the firbolg.] Considering I got lectured by a fifteen-year-old about eating too many grilled cheese sandwiches, finding grace for myself is a little tricky.
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[He's chill, just come over, whatever.]
You need to give your stomach some grace too, sounds like. Along with variety.
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Grilled cheese is a perfect food, thank you. It's cheesy, its grilled, its bread and butter. I add things in there too.
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[ lol, lmao even. (Except Cad doesn't cuss. lmbo?) ]
I won't argue against the merits of grilled cheese. Never actually had one until after I left home. Cheese wasn't really a thing where I grew up.
[Leo. Leo Leo Leo Leo. This man maybe has never had pizza.]
straight up forgot 'ass' in lmao was a curse for a bit until I thought about it
A thought occurs to him.]
Wait. Quessstiionn, have you eaten pizza before? Cause I'd be happy to make you a killer grilled cheese, but pizza takes priority.
lol
I've heard of it.
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Cheese, toppings of your choice, crust that could have cheese in it!
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[Such unexpected passion for the Unknown Food! He'll have to remember that.]
You'll have to guide me on the toppings, then. I wouldn't know where to start.
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Given you're vegetarian, I'm gonna have to think about that. [He mentally flips through a few options.] Maybe a Margherita pizza? Its cheese, sauce, more cheese and some basil.
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[He hasn't had a lot of dairy growing up! Even cow milk is fairly new for him.]
What do you usually have on yours?
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I like a good Hawaiian pizza. [That will mean NOTHING to him, you stupid twunk-] Pineapple and ham. Sweet and salty combo.
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[Just a whole pile of firsts are coming your way, forest man.]
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[He's happy to show Cad the wonders of pizza.]
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I do love mushrooms. Peppers and spinach sounds good, too.
[He's being won over on pizza. (Like it's hard.)]
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See, you already got a perfect pizza in mind. We just gotta make it. [he's going to stir the soba noodles.] These feel almost ready.
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[Or whenever. Caduceus pushes away from the counter and fetches some oven mitts, crouching to open the oven.]
Good timing, the buns are about done. They'll be fresh and cool enough to eat by the time it's plated.
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Perfect. I can bet dipping the buns into the sauce will be good too. [He hangs back as Caduceus moves to free the buns from the oven.]
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I think you may be right. Bread's always belonged with noodle sauce. And soups, of course.
[Mmmmmsoup.]
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Leonardo gives the soba noodles another gentle stir. Thankfully per-tag montage rules, it won't take long to get the soba set up. Much handwaving involved. It looks like he can dole the noodles out at this rate.]
Could you bring the bowls a little closer?
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[Caduceus fetches the bowls and brings them over, setting them up for Leonardo. Once that's sorted he collects a handful of the fresh buns into a woven basket, carrying it and some cutlery to the dining room.]
What're you thirsty for? Or should I ask, what goes well with this recipe?
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Do you have any juice or tea? I think that'd work. This is a bit zesty and sweet, but not over powering. [He figures a mellow juice could work. He doles the noodles into their bowls, mixing in the sauce. Followed by layering sliced avocados, watermelon radishes, mint leaves, and the blanched snap peas.]
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[He'll fetch a pitcher, with a gradient of red and orange within.]
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Once Leo is satisfied with the bowls. He has a dilemma of how to carry them both. If he was back at the apartment, he'd just stand at the kitchen counter eating until he was done.]
I can bring you your bowl at least and go back for mine. Just gimme a sec- [He's at least picking one bowl to balance in his hand.]
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[Leonardo did all the cooking, and most of the stuff is already out there! Caduceus shoos him towards the dining room and picks up the second bowl, the pitcher in his other hand.]
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Alright, alright- [He accepts his shoo-ing, walking in the direction of the dining room. He wanted to bring the food over to the firbolg, but clearly Caduceus wasn't having it.
He walks over to the table, setting the bowl down carefully. Once he's sure it won't tip over, he's going to sit down.]
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