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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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And now that the oil was in the fryer, he was turning it on. It'd be hot by the time the fritter ingredients were mixed. Probably. Yes.

Jono stood there, staring at the bottle for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders and put it away again. //I happened. Little piece of what I am just up and decided it didn't like me having a face.//

"That makes no sense," she said with a frown. The ingredients might be done in time if she remembered to mix them. For now, she was holding the flour.

//I didn't think so, either,// Jono replied, making his way back toward the microwave to see how the fish was doing. Thawed yet? Not just yet. //But that's exactly what happened. Life's a bugger that way, isn't it?//

She nodded and remembered the flour she was holding. She grabbed the bowl and started on the batter. Sommat about what she was doing caught up with her. "So how do you... eat?"

Jono's gaze? Quite firmly stuck on that fish now. Maybe staring at it would make it thaw faster. //I don't, luv.//

Pox.

She stared down at the beginnings of the batter, her eyebrows knitted together. Of all the folk she could have asked to help her out... "I'd not idea," it was an apology.

//I don't exactly broadcast it.// It was forgiveness. The microwave beeped, and he opened the door, reaching in to pull out the fish. //And at any rate, yer do need to eat, right?//

"I do," she agreed, her hands moving again.

Pounce was instantly there, right beside Jono and ready to accept any piece of fish he'd had to offer.

"Mumper," Beka scolded him, flicking some flour at the cat. It didn't stick and Pounce's fur stayed a shiny black.

Cats would be cats, even if they could talk, Jonothon decided, giving his head an amused shake as he tore off a decently-sized piece and set it on the countertop for Pounce.

//Cats need to eat, too,// he mused, not unpleasantly.

Pounce purred in agreement and instantly gobbled down the fish.

"And it's the fastest way to buying their friendship," Beka added.

//Well, so long as it isn't an absolute requirement,// Jono noted. //I hardly go running about with fish in my pocket, after all.//

That would just add levels of unpleasantness to the smell he had about him already, really. Burning tires and day-old fish? He didn't need that.

"He's open to all kinds of food," Beka assured him. She considered the batter for an instant. "Do we have nutmeg?"

//I'm pretty sure this cupboard over here is for spices.// He gave Pounce a look that said he would be quite displeased if any of the fish on the place happened to go missing while he was rummaging, and then stepped away to go and do just that. //Was there anything else yer wanted while I'm in here? Here's the nutmeg, and then there's the cinnamon, there...//

"Those two should work," Beka said with a nod. "If I remember the recipe correctly."

Pounce was an exemplary kitten and while he wasn't stealing the fish, he was waiting patiently beside it.

//It sounds about right to me,// Jonothon decided, setting the two spices on the counter beside Beka before grabbing his own mixing bowl and starting to gather up what he needed for the batter. Flour, salt, baking soda. Maybe some dill. He used to like his with dill. Vinegar. Water.

And then, naturally, he had to tear off another piece of fish for Pounce. Because he was so well-behaved.

Jono, your bleeding heart for cute things is showing.

"Stop acting like I don't feed you," Beka chided her cat who was gobbling down the fish like he'd not eaten in days.

She added the spices, hoping she'd gotten the measurements right and mixed the batter once more. Almost time to add the apples. "A month ago I'd not taught I'd be having the time to make apple fritters myself."

//Nice change of pace, is it?// He was mixing the batter for the fish now, himself, though not really rushing it at all. The fritters had to cook first, of course. //Yer must've had yer work cut out for yer, before coming here.//

"It takes up most of your day," she agreed, avoiding answering his first question. She'd been speaking too much about it already today, but even with her hands busy she was too aware of that gaping hole of time she had here.

"I'm on Evening Watch, it's the busiest time in the Lower City. We start at five in the afternoon, right through until one in the morning. The rest of the day I'm consulting my birdies or looking into whatever scent we've got no time to follow while on Watch." She could go on about this so easily.

//Never a dull moment, keeping the peace,// Jonothon noted. //Even in a place like this, it's a challenge keeping busy.//

He gave her a wry look, his head tilted slightly and his eyes narrowed in what could almost be a smirk. //I have to admit, that's part of the reason I offered to help yer find yer way about, here.//

She gave him a look, lips curving into a smile and mayhap there was a trace of relief in it. "To keep yourself busy or me?" she teased.

//Both?// There was almost a chuckle in that, yes. //I've got no room to complain when I'm standing here making myself useful, gel. I'll take this over sitting and collecting dust any day.//

The fish! It was now in the bowl with the batter! Where it would sit until the fritters were finished. Progress was being made!

She'd finished the fritters, she'd just gotten distracted there.

"As would I. I'd go dizzy if I'd ran around the island again today," she motioned towards the fryer. "Is it good to put them in now?"

Jono took a moment to check the temperature gauge on the fryer, and then he nodded. //The oil's hot enough, yes. I imagine yer already know how to put the fritters in, hm?//

It seemed to him like it was one of those 'common sense through the ages' things. Don't splatter yourself with hot oil. It hurts.

"I'll restrain myself from throwing it from here," she assured him as she picked up the bowl and carefully put the fritters in.

//Although I suppose it would make for quite the exciting first modern deep-frying experience...//

Jono, play basketball with the deep-fryer some other time. When there aren't people who can wind up seriously burned as a result.

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