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4th floor common room - Dinner-ish

Twas a silly thing to be nervous about cooking. She didn't do it much at home either, there was little time and she was out doing Dog work when supper came. She'd time now. Plenty of it and it seemed useful to find out what those buttons in the kitchenette meant. Which was the goal of this visit to the common room with Jono. To figure out the cooking thing.

Just don't cook my fish, Pounce warned in what would be cat talk to anyone else but Beka. He took the safer route and jumped on the couch for a nap.

She ignored him and glanced at Jono. "You don't happen to know how to make apple fritters?" she asked.

[Jono modded with permission. And the post is open as common rooms are. Feel free to come mock the technology challenge girl.]

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After a few more moments of poking about, Jono surfaced with a deep-fryer. Success!

//Typical to London? Well, there's fish and chips, or bangers and mash... Meat pies, curries, bacon and kippers...//

He could go on for about forever, yes. Talking about all of the things that he missed eating.

"Chips and curries?" she asked, picking out the ones she'd not heard of. "What are those?"

//Chips are fried potatoes,// Jonothon explained. //Curry is a savoury dish, from India, originally. Spicy. The chicken tikka masala is pretty popular in England lately.//

He leaned his head back, thinking it over as he set the fryer on the countertop. He missed curry. Go figure.

//Roast chicken pieces in a tomato-based cream sauce.//

Want.

She smiled faintly as she watched him, feeling sympathetic and amused at once. "That does sound good. Is it hard to make?"

//A good curry can be.// Jono set about to trying to find some oil for the fryer. //I don't have a recipe handy, really, though there is that Thai restaurant in town, isn't there? Yer might have better luck having yer first taste of it there.//

Making edible curry would be a challenge if you couldn't taste-test, after all.

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"I might," she agreed, she was up for trying different things. She moved closer to the fryer, glancing at the buttons. "I'd like to try sommat from your world, if you'd not mind."

//I don't mind at all,// Jono replied, looking through the cupboards yet again. Finding things like cooking oil? An absolute challenge, considering he'd never bothered to poke around here before.

He should have thought to before trying to show Beka around the kitchen. He looked something like an idiot, he was certain.

//Fish and chips is easy, then. And we'll already have the fryer heated and the flour out. I can't imagine it'd do any harm to either dish, so long as we made yer fritters first.//

Slightly apple-flavoured fish sounded a fair bit more appetizing than fish-flavoured desserts, after all.

It did, she'd have to agree with that.

"What are you looking for?" she asked. She didn't think he looked like an idiot, but she felt like she should be helping him at least.

//The oil.// He reached into one of the cupboards, pushing things about in an attempt to locate it. //I know they have some. You'd have to have some in a kitchen. But...// He backed out from the cupboard that his head had been stuck into. //I'm a bit lost, apparently.//

"Apparently," she agreed, smiling a little and she leaned down to try the bottom cupboards. "I can't remember if I've seen some before." The packaging here was strange to say the least.

//On the upside,// Jono mused, reaching into the cupboard that he was currently poking around in and surfacing with a bag in either hand, //I did find the flour and the sugar. There are apples in the fridge, right?//

"Yes, there were yesterday either way." She moved on to the next which held strange coloured liquids. She picked up the green liquid and read the label. "Soap?"

Jono glanced over at her as he set the two bags onto the countertop, and then shook his head as he went diving through the cupboards yet again.

//It's for cleaning, gel. Not something yer want to be putting into yer mouth. I imagine yer can rule out anything in that cupboard, actually. Some of it'll make yer sick. Or worse.//

"I know what soap is," she said with a chuckle as she put it back. "Didn't know it came in liquid." Next cupboard it was.

//Never can be too sure, around here,// Jono replied, a sheepish, apologetic sort of tone creeping into his voice. //One of these days, I'll not warn somebody about something, and they'll knock back the whole bottle, just watch.//

Next cupboard? Mixing bowls. Which were not cooking oil, but they'd be necessary regardless. Jono grabbed two, one for the fritter batter and one for the fish, and set them both onto the counter as well.

"I'd rather you'd be save than have me puke soap bubble all evening," she assured him. She pushed some boxes aside and finally found the bottle with oil.

"This it?" she asked as she pulled it from the cupbard.

//That!// Jono clapped his hands together in a sort of victory gesture. He couldn't actually make a verbal exclamation of triumph, and so the clap was really the next best thing. //That's exactly what we're looking for, gel. Now, yer do know yer way around the fritter recipe, right? I can work on the fish while yer work on the batter, if that works?//

"Tis been a while," she said, gently closing the cupboard. "But I should manage. I'd sometimes help my Lord's cook out when I'd naught to do."

Manh! Pounce had jumped up on the counter where Jono was sitting. He'd clearly heard the word fish.

"Don't mind my mumper cat," she added.

//If he behaves himself, I might be convinced to share,// Jono mused, reaching out tentatively to give the cat a pat on the head. Nice puss. Good puss. //Yer know, I don't think I ever did catch his name.//

Because he hadn't asked. Duh, Jono.

I'm always well behaved, Pounce said in what'd be a purr to Jono. He was looking like an examplary cat for the moment. Food did have that effect on him, as did pets.

"Pounce," Beka told Jonothon, eyeing her cat. "He's good at being convincing." Or she was a pushover.

//I think that's what cats are made for,// Jonothon decided, quite content to pet the cat for a moment more before going to rummage about the freezer for the fish. //We're put here to feed 'em, and they know we can't say 'no' to a purr.//

Jono pulled the fish out of the freezer- haddock, from the look of it, and gave it a solid clunk against the counter.

//Looks like I'm going to get to give yer a crash-course in the defrost setting on the microwave, gel.//

Pounce stepped forward, trying to sniff at the fish.

"You're not wrong there," Beka agreed, shaking her head at her impatient cat. "So which is the microwave?"

Jono spared a moment for what would have been an amused snort in the back of his throat if he'd been able, shaking his head as he pulled the frozen chunk of haddock away from Pounce. Ah, cats.

//That would be this box-shaped thing over here,// he replied, pointing at it before pulling down a plate. //Yer have to make sure that whatever yer put into it isn't metal or a flimsy plastic, though. The first'll spark on yer, and the other will melt.//

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She thought of letting the plastic thing go. She didn't want ask too many questions either, but she didn't want to melt anything into her food...

"What's plastic?"

Jono blinked up at that. Stared for a moment while that question sank in. And then he very nearly laughed.

//See? I told yer if I didn't explain something somewhere along the line, somebody wouldn't know what I was talking about.// He'd kick himself later. For now, he was digging through the cupboards for some cheap-looking Tupperware. Ah, success. //This. Kind of bendy stuff that isn't wood, metal, or glass. Yer likely to see a lot of it in this day and age, gel.//

He held the little container toward her, in case she wanted to poke at it or something.

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