4th floor common room - Dinner-ish

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

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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[furnaceface]

//Apple fritters?// Jono rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully, and then shrugged. //It's mostly flour and sugar, isn't it? And apple, of course.//

He looked around for a moment, then shrugged again. For good measure, of course. //I imagine there's something to heat oil in, somewhere around here. Was there anything else yer wanted to learn to make?//

And now he was poking through the cupboards. He had no idea what was actually in there.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"Tis really good when they put nutmeg in the batter," she said, relieved that Jono did know what she meant. "I talked to someone and he'd never had any. Seems a shame."

She watched Jono, staying a few steps inside the door, as she wasn't sure what he'd be looking for. She didn't want to get in his way. "What's a dish typical to where you're from?"

[furnaceface]

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.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

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

[furnaceface]

//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.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

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

[furnaceface]

//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.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"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."

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

Hayley peeked into the common room, seeing if there was a couch free.

"Oh... hiya roomie," she said.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

There was a couch free, if you didn't take the one where Pounce was sprawling.

"Hello Hayley," Beka returned the greeting. "How are you?"

[furnaceface]

//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.

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

"Sore," Hayley said. "I fell down a lot this morning."

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

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.

[furnaceface]

//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.//

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Beka frowned at her, looking for any indication that she'd gotten injured. "Did sommmat happen?"

Re:

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Azula was training me on my balance," Hayley said. "It took some work." She smiled, like this was all okay. To her, it was.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"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.

[furnaceface]

//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?//

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Azula was in one of her classes. She'd never spoken to her, which considering she was nobility was fine to Beka. "Why's she training you?"

[furnaceface]

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.//

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"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.

[furnaceface]

//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.

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

"Because I'm not good enough yet," Hayley said, with a bit of a smile. "Only the best can be her friend."

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"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.