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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 28, 2010 21:15:42 GMT -5
Upon reaching the kitchens and rooting around for a bit, Rhys found pasta noodles easily and chicken eventually, but there didn't seem to be cans of sauce anywhere. From all the vegetables, he guessed the guy made stuff himself.
"Uh... d'you know how to cook? Maybe this is a bad idea."
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 28, 2010 21:52:01 GMT -5
Blaise leaned over Rhys' shoulder. His nose wrinkled when the boy mentioned cooking. "Why in the world would I need to know how to cook? We have a butler for that." He peered at the chicken. "For the meat, you just put it in a pan until it's not pink anymore, don't you?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 28, 2010 21:55:58 GMT -5
Rhys turned his head and gave Blaise a look of complete bafflement before bursting out in laughter.
He stepped away and tried to stop, coughing and snickering.
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 28, 2010 22:19:53 GMT -5
Blaise gave Rhys a glare that could have frozen the Sahara. "And you're so much better," he snapped. "You were the idiot who suggested making your own food, I would think you would at least have a clue what you're doing."
Blaise turned his back on his roommate and ripped open the refrigerator door. He pulled a can of Diet Coke out of the case, considering the consequences of chucking it at his roommate's head. In the end, he decided he'd rather not waste the soda.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 28, 2010 22:32:10 GMT -5
Rhys rubbed his eyes and stopped, still snickering a little.
"Gah, I didn't mean that. It was just..." His mouth opened and closed a couple of times. "You're... really... shit, I don't know." He walked over to the chicken, poked it with a knife, and went over to what looked like a cabinet full of recipe books. "Do you want some?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 28, 2010 23:03:19 GMT -5
"If it's edible." Blaise pushed himself back to his feet and gave his roommate a sly smirk. Blaise had never cooked and had no illusions that he would be capable of it if he tried, but he certainly doubted his roommate was any better. He popped open the soda can and took a sip. He wasn't used to Diet drinks, but it was caffeinated, which was better than nothing.
He leaned against the counter to peer at the recipe books. There were several store-bought cook books, a folder full of notebook paper stapled together, and a few binders full of white paper in clear plastic sheaths. Several of them had notes scribbled in the margins, anything from adjustments to the amounts of ingredients ("add an extra Tbs. of cinnamon") to complicated suggestions to adjust dishes to taste ("for a sweeter dish, replace jalapenos with yellow or orange bell peppers"). There were even suggestions on the proper methods to cut and peel the vegetables and how to arrange the food on the plate. It made Blaise's head swim just looking at it.
Blaise shoved the binder toward Rhys. "I think I just found the Half-Blood Prince's cook book," he commented. "I'm sure there's a recipe in there for whatever you want, provided you can read the main text through the footnotes."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 28, 2010 23:22:15 GMT -5
"The what?" Rhys took the book and flipped through it. His eyebrows rose; and in fact, there was a very nice recipe for chicken cacciatore in there. "Whoa. All right then."
He grabbed a pan for the chicken, a pot for the pasta, and another for the sauce, then stuck the chicken back in the refrigerator for the moment and began preparing ingredients for the sauce according to the directions. Tomatoes, spices... most of that stuff was in here...
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 28, 2010 23:53:41 GMT -5
"It's..." Blaise sighed, but he decided to let the matter drop. "Nevermind." Maybe people initiated into the magical world didn't read popular literature, or maybe Rhys just wasn't a Harry Potter fan.
He plopped down at the table and watched Rhys shuffle about for ingredients. If he wanted to stand over a hot stove and attempt the dish, Rhys was going to do it without him. He took another drink from his soda can, then set it down on the table. He hoped it wasn't going to take too long; it was going to be horribly boring just sitting and waiting for him.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Apr 29, 2010 0:17:43 GMT -5
As Rhys was letting the sauce boil and starting on the chicken, the door opened again, and Alex pushed his way inside, chattering to Hitoshi behind him.
"-but Hitomi says that someone heard that Kemekin said something to Aramis and- oh!" He looked between Rhys and Blaise, slightly surprised to see other students in the kitchen. "Hi; sorry, hope we're not interrupting?"
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Apr 29, 2010 0:44:04 GMT -5
Even trying to keep up with Alex, Hitoshi usually only managed to glean a few names off of Alex's gossip, particularly when it wasn't relevant to him. When the door opened and Hitoshi saw another pair of students lounging about in what Hitoshi considered his kitchen, he completely forgot what his boyfriend was saying.
Hitoshi opened his mouth to suggest they use the kitchenette in his uncle's room when he saw the pile of books on the kitchen counter. On top of them was an extremely familiar black binder, opened about a third of the way into the recipes. Every so often the dark haired boy in front of the stove glanced over to it.
In three quick strides, Hitoshi cross the room and snatched the binder from the counter. He glared up murderously through the frames of his glasses, the binder held tight against his chest. "Just what were you doing with my recipes?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 29, 2010 0:51:51 GMT -5
Rhys jumped a little and turned towards Hitoshi. He glared back, though not nearly as hard.
"What does it look like I'm doing? You left it in there with the rest of them, don't get pissed at me." He glanced over at Alex. He hadn't seen either of them before, but the white-haired one was obviously a lot less of a dick. "If you need to use the stove or something, we can figure something out."
His stomach growled. He wasn't sure the chicken was supposed to be that color, but it smelled good.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Apr 29, 2010 1:07:15 GMT -5
Hitoshi was quiet for a moment, his grip loosening on the binder. He cleared off the left side of the stove for his own use, flipped a few pages over in the book to check something, then began collecting the ingredients for miso soup and teriyaki.
He glanced back at the pan of chicken, hesitating for a moment. "You'll want to turn the burner down two settings or you'll scorch the meat," he said coolly. "The heating element here burns hotter than normal."
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 29, 2010 1:20:59 GMT -5
Blaise hid a grin behind his hand. He could only hope they continued to bicker while the two of them cooked -- it would make waiting for food much more interesting. And if the dark haired boy with the recipes continued to give Rhys tips, maybe he'd manage to make it edible.
He glanced over at the white-haired boy and smirked. Blaise kicked an empty chair out for him. "Are you waiting for your girlfriend to finish making dinner, too?" He glanced over at Rhys, watching for a reaction.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Apr 29, 2010 1:28:53 GMT -5
Alex smirked at Blaise and sat down. "It's really a terrible idea to insult your chef, even if they're going to eat from the same dish."
"And who might you be?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 29, 2010 1:34:59 GMT -5
"Thanks," Rhys murmured, and turned the thing down. "If that thing's yours, I guess you know what you're doing, huh."
Blaise's words made him twitch again, and he sat the spoon he was using down hard. "You know I don't have to make your pretty ass dinner," he snapped. "I'm just sayin'." He stuck a lid on the saucepot and moved it off the burner to free space to boil the pasta.
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 29, 2010 22:23:52 GMT -5
"Aw, do you really think my ass is pretty?" Blaise grinned, obviously having a little too much fun with Rhys. "That's the nicest thing you've said to me all day."
Blaise glanced back at the white-haired boy. He wasn't terrible looking; he was certainly interesting to look at, if nothing else. "Blaise Park," he announced. "And you are?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 29, 2010 22:25:03 GMT -5
Rhys chucked the spoon at Blaise's head.
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 29, 2010 22:43:45 GMT -5
"Ouch!" The spoon smacked Blaise sharply on the ear and threw bits of food into his hair. Blaise brushed bits of sauce out of his bangs, biting back his laughter. It was way too damn easy to mess with Rhys, and it didn't seem to be losing its amusement value.
He looked back at Alex. "Sorry, I didn't get your name."
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Apr 29, 2010 22:47:45 GMT -5
Alex looked between Blaise and Rhys, then shook his head, smiling ruefully.
"Alex Meriweather. Nice to meet you, Blaise... I think. Are jokes and spoons flying through the air normal around you?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 29, 2010 22:50:25 GMT -5
Rhys snorted and flipped the chicken. He looked over at Blaise again. Idiot.
After a moment of consideration, he walked over and grabbed the spoon. He dropped a napkin on Blaise's head, then went to wash the spoon off before going back to the chicken.
"...How do you know when it's done?" he asked no one in particular. The chicken was light brown on one side, brown-and-black on the other, and white on the edges.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Apr 29, 2010 23:03:28 GMT -5
Hitoshi had hardly been paying attention, between putting together the miso soup and covering chicken in teriyaki sauce.
He glanced up at Rhys. "Mine was done a while ago and I started after you," he said dryly. Hitoshi stabbed the center of Rhys' chicken with a knife, pressing back the flesh of the chicken. The inside was mostly white, though it was beginning to turn darker. The sides of it were obviously burned. "I'd wager that it's done."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 29, 2010 23:37:22 GMT -5
"...Oh." He reached over and turned the burner off, then swished the pasta around with the spoon. It looked... sticky. After finding a colander and some silverware, he dumped a single lump of spaghetti and two of the three chicken breasts on his plate and covered the thing in sauce.
"Thanks," he said softly, going over to sit opposite from Blaise. "You want some, you can make your own plate."
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 29, 2010 23:54:14 GMT -5
Blaise rolled his eyes, but pushed himself to his feet. The teriyaki smelled much better than whatever Rhys can cooked. He was tempted to ask for some of the teriyaki, but even if he did, he doubted he would get any. He stabbed the pot of noodles, pulling out half of the pot in one sticky mass of noodles. He could only hope that enough sauce might lubricate the spaghetti enough to make it edible. He dropped the slightly burned chicken onto the plate, then poured enough sauce on the plate for several more servings of pasta.
He dropped back into the seat across from Rhys, then pushed the noodles and sauce around his plate until he finally managed to knock some of the noodles loose from the clump. He took a large bite of the chicken, then coughed horribly. He washed it down quickly with a drink from his can of Diet Coke.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Apr 29, 2010 23:57:56 GMT -5
Rhys gobbled down one piece of chicken in three bites, then used the other one to scoop up sauce before devouring it almost as quickly. He rolled up the chunk of pasta on his fork and took a bite out of it, but gagged.
"Man, if I ever get to college I'm gonna starve..." Rhys contented himself with drinking the sauce from his plate.
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Post by Blaise Park on Apr 30, 2010 0:18:01 GMT -5
Blaise picked at the chicken, smothered it in sauce, and managed to swallow about half of it. The other half of it was blackened to a crisp. He eyed the miso soup wistfully.
"That was probably the worst thing I've ever tasted, and I didn't even eat the noodles." Blaise pushed the plate away. "Is there anything we can eat that doesn't require one of us trying to cook?"
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