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Post by Avery Fisher on Nov 12, 2019 6:02:57 GMT -5
Avery was used to having others make food for him, he didn’t exactly come from a life of monetary hardship. There was a cafeteria, yes, but he shouldn’t just… Rely on that, even if it was nutritious and all that. Once he left the academy or even his own home, he’d have to cook for himself. And here he was, stood nervously in the dorms, feeling stressed. He took deep, low breaths. No one’s going to come over and ask what he was doing. No one was going to laugh at him yet he expected someone to walk by and give him a mean comment at any moment. He wasn’t in class, so he could wear his preferred clothing, some baggy trousers and shirt that obscured most of his body. Music. He needed some music. Something calming. He had everything else, he’d decided to go with Macaroni and Cheese, apparently it’s rather popular in the United States, and was relatively easy to make. Even the best cooks started with something simple. Except him, his first try and making something was doughnuts, and those had been a disaster. He shook his head, stop thinking! He walked over to his laptop and brought up YouTube. He thought for a moment, before searching up the most calming music. He picked one, and pressed play. www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfcAVejslrUHe hoped it wasn’t too loud and disturbed others in the building. He took a deep breath, and looked at the recipe. Baguette, check. Butter, check. Spiral pasta, they were hard to find, but check. Garlic, check. Mustard powder, he didn’t really like it, but check. Plain flour, whole milk, cheddar and parmesan, check check check and for the last one he got the closest alternative. Was the music too loud? He wasn’t sure. He shook his head again, he needed to get back on track. He was getting hungry. He put the oven on to… Recipe check. 200 degrees. Celcius. He checked the Japanese way of heat, and then continued. Baking sheet. He ripped the baguette (or at least, what he thought was one, it probably didn’t matter so long as it was crusty bread) and placed chunks over it. He hummed to himself, then stopped. What if someone heard him humming? Then, one teaspoon of butter-no. It was tbsp, = tablespoon. He re-measured and flicked it in. Pepper and salt, then put in for six minutes or until crisp. He placed it into the oven, checking worriedly every now and then, pacing. |
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Post by Mikko Volkhavaar on Nov 15, 2019 0:38:56 GMT -5
The whole time Avery was cooking, Mikko was standing just around the corner watching him with a kind of curiosity. He'd never cooked before, his family back in Norway having fed him every meal. It was more to control him, as without knowing how to cook he would need to rely on them for food, even if he hated them. He didn't know if it was his depression or the head wound that was messing with his senses, though, as for the longest time he could remember everything was muted for him. Taste, smell, touch, colors, it was like they all had the barest of imprints on him, just enough to show him that they were there. To that end, that was why Mikko didn't offer to join and help. He couldn't taste well, couldn't smell well, so all he'd do was get in the way.
Or...was that really all he could do? Maybe there was still something...He didn't know if it would work, but he could try. But only if...Avery, was his name? Would let him. Slowly, very much doubting himself and his idea, he made his way over to the other boy, his voice quiet as always when he spoke. "Umm...Hi...Are you...nervous...?" Sometimes he was bad with reading people, so he could be way off base. If he wasn't, though, then perhaps he could take that away from Avery for a bit, allow him a better mood to concentrate with. That would be his decision, of course.
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Post by Avery Fisher on Nov 15, 2019 14:31:28 GMT -5
Avery bit on his lower lip for a moment as he checked the baguette pieces, not for the first time in ten seconds. How hot was the oven supposed to be? Did he pre-heat it enough? Was there enough baguette? It wasn’t even a proper baguette, would the bread cook like it’s supposed to? He wasn’t sure whether he should do anything else while he waited. Oh yeah! He had to boil the pasta! He flushed a little as he remembered the little titbit. It seemed as though the baguette was going to cook for itself, it was time to get the pasta. He got out some scales and poured in the pasta until reaching three hundred and fifty grams, or at least, what he hoped was grams. Damn. He forgot to actually start boiling the water. This was a mess, maybe he should try again; but then he’d have to go get more bread. He sighed to himself and turned on the stove with a pan of water, he’d have to wait longer for that. In his cooking craze, he had forgotten that he was, indeed, in a student dorm, with other people… Walking, skulking about. He jumped as a voice spoke up next to him, almost out of his skin. He didn’t hear him coming. “ O-Oh!” he gasped. The quietness of the person’s voice made it somewhat jarring, when being hit by something unexpected, he EXPECTED it to be loud. He turned around to see a skull face. He jumped again, closer to out of his skin this time. “ A-AH!” he said in perfect English. On a second glance however it seemed to be a mask. He calmed himself down. That was embarrassing, he made an outburst. He turned slightly red at the idea. Now he didn’t want to leave his room at all. Maybe he should’ve imported a kitchen into his dorm. Maybe he should kill-No! Intrusive thought! Go away! After a few moments, he comprehended what Mikko had asked him. “ W-Well, uhm… Yes! I… Am?” he replied, glancing to the water, nary even a bubble yet. It was not hot enough for now. “ Well, I thought I’d… Try cooking, uh… I’m trying an American dish, Macaroni and Cheese, would.. Uh.. Would you like to.. Join me? As in! Help cook! I have a recipe!” he points to his tablet. www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/best-ever-macaroni-cheese-recipe |
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Post by Mikko Volkhavaar on Nov 16, 2019 16:25:58 GMT -5
Mikko raised his hand to try to take Avery's fear, which was a cause of anxiety and nervousness, but stopped as he was asked to help. "Help...? Umm...My sense of taste and smell aren't very good, haven't been for as long as I can remember..." He didn't want to not be helpful to this person, even if he expected him to turn on him any second now. "My family refused to teach me how to cook...I don't even know the basics. There's only one way I can think of to help..." He flexed his fingers, looking at it with somewhat dull eyes. "If you're nervous and worried, or afraid you'll mess up, I can take that from you for a bit, make you more confident. I think anything else, I can't do well at...And I don't want to let you down..." He looked down, always doubting himself. He'd leave the choice up to his classmate, he wouldn't force anything on anyone. He didn't even consider there could be anything else he could do or that Avery could ask him to do something else anyway.
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Post by Avery Fisher on Nov 16, 2019 17:09:34 GMT -5
The… Person had raised his hand but stopped. Avery glanced at it nervously for a moment. He couldn’t really remember what the person did at the moment. They were in the same class though. Maybe if he introduced himself, the other would do the same out of politeness? He waited for him to speak first, then replied. “Uhm.. That’s okay, I g.. Guess it’s more about being nutritious and... Not making you ill? Or something? I’m… Uh... Avery, by... By the way.” he spoke softly, before realising something. Macaroni and Cheese weren’t very nutritious, was it? It was just… This bread, the pasta and cheese, maybe some dairy for his bones or something, but other than that it wasn’t all that good for him. He couldn’t even be filled by it unless there was a literal truck full of it, and even then, that’s the problem with having a quirk such as his, he supposed.
Then he comprehended fully what Mikko had actually said, his taste and smell weren’t that good? He would’ve thought it was since he was a… He wasn’t’ really sure what he was, a Wolf? He kept that little thought to himself, but still, it didn’t seem to be a very good situation for him. “Uh… I.. Uh… That doesn’t sound very… Nice? Of them?” he said, more of questioned, he wasn’t very good at conversation, he blushed a bit. “Uhm.. Well, uh… I… I’m not sure if...” his was the quirk that removed negative feelings? “I’m not sure if taking away a negative feeling would… Necessarily replace it with a good… One? I’m sorry! I’m not very good... Uh… Well, anyway!” he was already mentally beating himself up over his faux-pas. “I’m putting in the pasta now!” he announced out of embarrassment, turning to the stove.
“I guess you don’t have to be that good, you just uhm… Need to follow the recipe.” he said. The water was boiling a little, seemed like as good a time as any. He weighed out the pasta, then put them into the stove. He glanced to the fellow student. “U-Uh… If you wanna.. Uhm, help, I think we need…” he squinted at his tablet, leaning a bit over the counter. “Chopped garlic, so one clove, it says. And a tablespoon of mustard powder, but I’m not sure about that, I don’t like burning my tongue, but uh… I guess if you can’t taste much, you’d want a stronger uh… Foodstuff? Spicy?”
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Post by Mikko Volkhavaar on Nov 16, 2019 17:31:24 GMT -5
The thought was nice, if unexpected, but increasing spice wouldn't help. He should probably explain a few things. "Thank you, but no, it would still be dull...you see my mask? It's like a helmet. I...had a bad fall a few months ago, cracking my skull. This protects that wound as it heals. Ever since, though, my senses have been...not good."
Holding his arm with a hand, Mikko looked down. "My quirk would take your fear, but it also changes it after some time into something positive I can give back. I thought Courage could help you..." He looked at the recipe, then the garlic. "I could try to chop the garlic, if you want...you can leave the mustard powder out, if you don't like it."
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Post by Avery Fisher on Nov 17, 2019 6:38:16 GMT -5
It seemed as though his thought didn’t really work out. “Oh, I see.” he said, then blinked. “I… Hope you feel better? Uhm… Well, anyway…” he said as he set the beeper, checked the bread and waited a little bit more. He listened to the guy’s explanation of his quirk, sounded nice, but he didn’t want it. He didn’t comment on it either, he didn’t really know how to. It felt as though the moment to do so had passed, so he passed.
“Well uh… I guess you’ll first need a knife.” Avery says, opening the drawer and pulling out a regular one. It was just garlic; it shouldn’t need a REALLY sharp one. “I think you chop off the ends after peeling it. One clove is one of those uh… Separate pieces.” he explains. He nodded. “I think I will, it’s uhm… Not the best tasting thing for me.” he said, and continued. He checked the baguettes one more time, they seemed to be crisping up, he didn’t really like them the hard kind of crisp, though. So he took them out.
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Post by Mikko Volkhavaar on Nov 17, 2019 17:09:58 GMT -5
This boy was odd, but not someone Mikko was comfortable with yet. That person hadn't actually appeared before him before, so in truth he didn't know what exactly he was looking for. Still, he obediently went over to where the garlic was to perform his chosen task. He tried to remember back to when he had watched his family try to make similar food before, hidden away where they couldn't find and scold him. Thanks to that, he had the barest idea of what to do with the garlic. The knife cuts and peeling wasn't by far the best, though, so it wouldn't win any awards for looks. Still, he figured it might serve, even if the pieces of garlic were chopped into different pieces. At least they seemed to be small enough to serve. "Here...I think...I'm sorry if it isn't right, I've...never done this before..." He looked at the knife, somewhat lost in his memories. They'd never let him even hold one of these things before. He gently touched the edge with a finger, giving a small hiss as it cut his finger. Well, it seemed pain wasn't muted like everything else. That must mean something. He wrapped his finger as he'd been shown by his father, making sure nothing dripped into the food. He knew at least that much.
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Post by Avery Fisher on Nov 18, 2019 9:11:44 GMT -5
Avery shakes his head. “I haven’t done it before either, so I guess we should be fine.” Avery says, glancing down at the timer. It started beeping. He checked the recipe again. Okay. His arms stretched almost impossibly long to wrap up the garlic pieces into his hands and slid them back to him as he tensed his muscles, plopping the garlic into the pot. “So that should be in there for a minute.” he says, readjusting his glasses as he leant over to check. No, wait, he forgot the flour! He quickly shovelled that into the pot, then glanced over to the person who had not yet named himself.
“Oh, did you cut your finger? Uh… Sorry. Here.” Avery mutters, taking a Band-Aid out of his pocket and sliding it over to the guy. “Truth be told, I was saving it for myself just in case, but… Uh… Looks like you need it.” he says, before continuing. “Uhm… Next is the milk.” he continued, measuring out the whole milk then pouring it into the pot, placing that in front of his fellow student. “If you want that too, then uh… Whisk it until it’s like a sauce, like in the recipe.” he nods. “Just… Watch out, it’s hot.”
He moved to prepare the cheese.
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Post by Mikko Volkhavaar on Nov 23, 2019 0:43:48 GMT -5
Mikko began to whisk, trying to think what a sauce was supposed to look like. So far he had been lucky, in a way, that what he was making could be used to eat at all. He was doubtful that the food they were making would be any good, that if he hadn't helped it would have turned out better for the other boy. He ruined anything he touched, he had come to terms with this fact. He stirred the mixture as long as he could, wondering if it was the right consistency. "Is it supposed to be like this...?" He decided to ask, after a bit of time, hoping he hadn't overdone it. He didn't care about himself but he wanted Avery to have a decent meal.
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