fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Friday Evening, before the Dance.

Chad stood in front of the stove in the suddenly rather idealic kitchenette in the third floor common room, wearing a rather frilly apron as he put the finishing touched on the dinner he was making for himself and Ranma. The frilly ones were the only ones he could find, but he didn't want to get any food on his snazzy black jacket. And he knew the common room wasn't probably an ideal place for a pre-homecoming dinner, but there were several factors to influence his decision. The odds were that everyone would be off doing their own dinner things elsewhere, or getting ready, so the traffic would hopefully be minimal. He also wanted to share with Ranma Mexican food, and wasn't familiar enough with the restaurants in the area to know if what they served was any good. And if you want something done right, do it yourself. The last consideration was a picnic...Mexican food didn't make for very good picnic foods. So the Third Floor Common Room it was, but Chad set it up so that it looked nice, tossing a table cloth over the table in the kitchenette, used fancy looking cups. He considered lighting some candles, but worried that they might suggest too much.

Now all he needed was his date.

[[ for Ranma, obviously, though it is a public space, which makes them interuptable, technically speaking. :P ]]

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Ranma tried not to take too long getting ready, even as a male though he usually wakes up early and tries to look, what he considers, nice. Putting on a dress was a very awkward experience but... he gets it on, and even manages to tie a little ribbon in his hair. It's still in a ponytail though, taking it out is out of the question for any occasion... He walks in, sorta looking at his feet. He's too nervous to even bring up the frilly apron. "Hey.... Chad..."

A shame he wouldn't mention it because Chad completely forgot about the apron.

...Especially when he got a look at Ranma.

He was prepared to compliment Ranma on his timing, because the food was almost ready, but he just stopped and blinked, spatula in hand, jaw just a tad bit slack.

"Wow," he said, impulsively. "Ranma, you look..." His jaw slacking again prevented him from chosing a word. He looked beautiful. Of course, he knew Ranma'd look good, but...wow. Just wow.

He blushes a fair amount. Or a lot. At the same timew, he tries to change the subject. "T-That.. smells good..."

Chad still needed a moment to get over teh pretty. He shook his head, back to the realm of fried rice and tomatoes. "Oh, yeah. Thanks. I don't know if you like Mexican food or not, but it's my specialty, so..." He stirs the rice with the spatula. "It's almsot ready; have a seat. I didn't know what you wanted to drink, but I found they had Mexican sodas at that store."

"I'll eat pretty much anything." He nods. ~~Anything but Akane's cooking.~~

Chad grunted a laugh. "Good."

The little egg timer on the counter went off, signaling to Chad that the food in the oven was ready, and he shoved a couple of oven mitts on his hand as he pulled the pan out from it, setting it on the stove top. He reached for the two plates he'd gotten out and started to fill them. Bed of spanish rice and some super-duper enchiladas with a side of guacamole and salsa (mild, just in case Ranma didn't like the stuff Chad would have gone for), with some fried tomatoes. He shook his hands, flopping the mitts off of them and picked up the plates, carrying them over to the table, setting on in front of Ranma, the other at the seat across from him. He untied the apron and had a seat, pulling his chair in carefully.

And began very, very, very librally shaking hot sause all over his plate.

Ranma, who brought his own chopsticks like any good Japanese boy, smiles and lowers his head slightly, "Itadakimasu."

((Japanese just say it before they eat, so it's just "lets eat" I supose))

Chad was greatly amused by the fact that Ranma was going to eat his enchilada with chopsticks. "Itadakimasu," he said, nodding, picking up his fork.

He's going to eat his RICE with the chopsticks... He dishes himself some food and lifts the plate a bit to properly shovel food to his mouth without spilling on his dress.

Chad's forkful of food stopped right at his open mouth, as Chad could only just stare at this interesting spectacle for a moment. Eventually, he stuck the fork in and started chewing slowly, but he was still definately staring a bit. Wow. Just wow. Ranma's eating habits were...interesting...

But he would be really impressed if he made it through that with a clean dress. Chad wished he'd grabbed more napkins for the table.

He was raised in the wilderness. As a MALE, believe it or not. But being raised as such for so long, he had SERIOUS skills. He doesn't spill anything.

Compared to how Ranma was eating, Chad felt like he had the table ettiquitte of a pretty, pretty princess. He ate demurely for a bit, before asking, "Well? How do you like it?"

Although, really, with how quickly it was disappearing, Chad could guess.

"It's really good. Thanks." He doesn't let the talking slow him down too much.

"Can you even taste it eatting it that fast?"

He stops, chopsticks hanging out of his mouth and gives Chad a confused look.

And Chad is officially dead from cuteness overload. His shoulders wilt a little, and he can't really say anything, just...admire the cuteness.

Ranma shrugs and goes back to his eating. Talking is not for the dinner table. It slows you down.

Note to self: dinner dates to be avoided in the future. Chad continues quietly, still a little in awe at the shoveling. Damn.

He finishes and stands, not a single stain on his dress. "That was great actually. I've never had Mexican before." Oooh. Double meanings are fun.

"You liked it then?" Chad asked, also standing and gathering the plates to clean up a bit before they left.

"~~Let's put it this way... I'd do it again.~~Yeah! You're a good cook you know?"

"Of course I am," Chad said as he worked over the sink. "I'm Mexican. We're all good cooks."

"I actually didn't know that." He walks over next to him. "You need any help?"

"Nah, I got it," he said, putting the plates out to dry. He squirted some dishsoap in one side of the sink, started filling it with water and dropping the pans from cooking into it. "We'll just let 'em soak and I'll get 'em tomorrow."

He puts the leftovers in some Tupperware and sticks them in the fridge.

"Well then... Off we go..."

Chad squared his shoulders and lifted his chin, then offered Ranma the crook of his arm. "Ranma," he said, in something like a dashing, gentlemanly sort of tone.

Third Floor Common Room; Friday Evening, before the Dance.

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