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fandomhighdorms2008-03-01 08:28 am
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third floor common room - saturday noonish
He'd spent most of yesterday evening practicing what he'd been reading from the book. It all came down to disciplining his mind, which was quite a different thing from the seeming hibernation his had been through for most of his life. That said, he had progressed into a slightly more advanced exercise which involved accurate visualization.
And, it seemed, more trouble than it was worth.
The book told him to enter his mind, the blank space he had created there through previous exercises, and to make for himself an orange complete in every sense of the word. He was to know the feel of it, the scent of it, the heft of it, the shape of it, the exact color, pockmarks or spots, the taste of it--
That was where he kept coming into trouble. Because he was still thinking about food from his discussion with Karal earlier and when he got to the taste, he kept wondering how this or that might taste with the orange instead of focusing on the taste of the orange itself. That wasn't a problem until he started to get aggravated.
And an orange dropped into his hand.
Now he had a stack of the things, each one tasting less and less orangey as he got more aggravated and his mind scattered worse and worse. He only hoped the grunts and growls he was making weren't waking anyone up. Thankfully, the bunny curled up next to his leg seemed to be sleeping through them
[ooc: open as common rooms are and feel free to take one of the many identical oranges on the table; they'll taste like just about anything but straight orange so feel free to use your imagination!] [and that exercise is based on a book I can't find just this moment but was very good!]
And, it seemed, more trouble than it was worth.
The book told him to enter his mind, the blank space he had created there through previous exercises, and to make for himself an orange complete in every sense of the word. He was to know the feel of it, the scent of it, the heft of it, the shape of it, the exact color, pockmarks or spots, the taste of it--
That was where he kept coming into trouble. Because he was still thinking about food from his discussion with Karal earlier and when he got to the taste, he kept wondering how this or that might taste with the orange instead of focusing on the taste of the orange itself. That wasn't a problem until he started to get aggravated.
And an orange dropped into his hand.
Now he had a stack of the things, each one tasting less and less orangey as he got more aggravated and his mind scattered worse and worse. He only hoped the grunts and growls he was making weren't waking anyone up. Thankfully, the bunny curled up next to his leg seemed to be sleeping through them
[ooc: open as common rooms are and feel free to take one of the many identical oranges on the table; they'll taste like just about anything but straight orange so feel free to use your imagination!] [and that exercise is based on a book I can't find just this moment but was very good!]

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"Generally," he said, almost curiously, "I've found a warm, home-cooked meal and a bit of attention to detail can do the same. Though I suppose it's on a smaller scale."
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"And why do you say that?"
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"You can save worlds from Heartless and Nobodies and you can't cook?"
He snorted and picked up the rabbit, pulling his bag onto his shoulder as he placed the rabbit into his pocket. It took him a minute to settle in the spot before he popped up to look out and that earned him a pet.
"Come on. I bet I can show you how to make something simple, even if you wouldn't serve it to others. I can't imagine how you could make something inedible."
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"Cookies are simple enough. I'm sure if we do it step by step, you won't have any trouble at all."
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"They're all simple," he said. "Some more than others."
He held out the bag to Sora.
"Try them all and whichever one you like, I'll show you how to make it without burning it or making it 'inedible'.
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"Uhh okay." He pulled out one of the stained glass ones and looked it over with a smile. "These ones are cool!"
Kairi, Naminé and Riku would really like them.
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"Those are actually the easiest," he said with a smile, "though I'll have to pull out the rolling pin and see if I've got more of the candies for the center. What color would you like to make?"
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"I think I have enough for those," he said as he held up a finger.
"I'll be right back."
He returned with a bag of flour, the rolling pin, and a bag of candies.
"Could you sort those by color?" he asked as he handed over the bag. "Put them into piles on the counter, unwrapped if you can."
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At least he thought so. He smiled brightly and sorted them by color, unwrapping them as he did and also keeping an eye on Liir to see what he was up to.
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"I'm going to let you do this," he said. "And I'll just watch and guide you where it seems necessary. All right? It wouldn't be very helpful if I just made another batch while you watched."
He scritched the Andrew-bunny. Andrew-bunny was appreciative.
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"So uhmm, I need flour first right?"
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"The amount is listed on the recipe," he said smoothly. "Generally, you'll want to measure things out before you start if you're prone to making mistakes or trouble. For one, you won't be rushing to get things done. For another, you'll know before you start if you're missing something."
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That way he wouldn't mix up the baking soda from the flour.
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He did it for Sora, but showed him how to do it explicitly.
"And now we get to the fun part," he continued pointing to the ingredients.
"Mix them up. Good and smooth. It's going to get rather thick rather quickly but just keep going. You look strong enough."