2nd Floor CR, Saturday Night

[life_inshadow]

Tara had been more or less ignoring the hands all day. They were weird, but they didn't seem inclined to attack or steal her stuff or anything, and one of them helped reshelve books when she cleaned her room. She was counting that as a win.

It wasn't until she went to make dinner that she realized how useful the hands really were. They started the spaghetti sauce simmering while she made garlic bread, and then went over to the fridge to get lettuce as if asking if she wanted a salad, too.

"Go for it," she said, wondering the tiniest bit how the hand could hear her. She doubted she'd ever get an answer.

She was making way too much food for just her, but that usually wasn't a problem in the dorms.

[OOC: Open CR. Now I want Italian food.]

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[nohaircutsplz]

"Good evening," Medusalith said as she entered the common room, one of the hands still riding on her shoulder. "Is that strange human food I smell?"

[life_inshadow]

"Spaghetti and garlic bread," Tara said. "You should have some. The hands were helping, so I made a lot."

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith peered at the spaghetti warily. "Is there animal flesh in it?" Then she smiled and said, "Yes, they are very helpful, are they not?"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

There was garlic bread in the room. Bread with bits of garlic all over it.

But Maladicta was just going to not take a deep breath because the smell was starting to get to her, but she was going to go on in and be social.

Near the garlic.

"Hello."

[life_inshadow]

"Hi," Tara said, tasting the full-of-garlic spaghetti sauce off a spoon held up to her by a disembodied hand.

Mmm, garlic.

"Did you want some dinner? It's really good."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Damn those Italians! They were out to get all vampires, she just knew it!

"I think I'll pass this time," Maladicta replied, possibly skirting around the edge of the room. Away from the damn garlic. "But it smells--lovely."

[life_inshadow]

"I didn't put any in, but we could if you wanted," Tara said uncertainly. "I could probably make meatballs..."

She smiled over at a hand. "It's like having an extra person to cook with. It's awesome."

[life_inshadow]

"Italian food is my girlfriend's favorite," Tara explained, barely noticing the skirting. "So ... I like to cook it. I know it's dorky."

[nohaircutsplz]

"No," Medusalith said quickly. "No, that would be...I don't eat animals--I mean, meat. It's a cultural concern," she explained.

"They helped me with my hair," she said of the hands.

[nohaircutsplz]

"Good evening," Medusalith said. "Are you here for the food?" she asked. "There's no meat in it," she assured her.

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

She was totally the type to say things like 'sugar' too instead of cursing.

"I never really learned," Maladicta admitted, taking a seat across the room. So this was an interesting conversation all around! "We had people for that."

[life_inshadow]

"Oh, like Raven?" Tara asked. "Then I'm glad I didn't bother with it. I try not to eat too much meat, but ... sometimes I get into burgers-are-yummy, y'know?"

Then she realized what she'd said and blushed. "I guess you w-wouldn't know. Um. You have really pretty hair."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Ah, no. Just for the company," Maladicta admitted. "I don't like--" What had Tara called it? "--Italian."

[nohaircutsplz]

"I don't think I know a Raven," Medusalith admitted. "But probably." She didn't know what reasons humans had for not eating flesh, so she would just pretend they were the same. She smiled gently and said, "No, I wouldn't, I suppose. And yes, I do know. I am unable to cook, though; I congratulate you on your talent." Inhuman etiquette could come off a little odd sometimes.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"So," Sookie said as she wandered in, drawn by the smell of food, "I'm not imagining the little disembodied hands, am I?" They'd seemed friendly enough, and not tried to hurt her, so after her initial shock, Sookie had been content to let them be. But it never hurt to check whether things were just figments of one's imagination.

[nohaircutsplz]

"You mean it's not American?" Medusalith asked. Now she was confused.

[nohaircutsplz]

"No," Medusalith assured her. "They are quite real. They helped me with my hair!"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"No, American food hasn't had nearly as much--" Maladicta, stop making that face. "Garlic as this."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"They're rather helpful," Maladicta offered from her spot far from that damned garlic.

[life_inshadow]

"People?" Tara repeated. "Like ... servants?"

She was used to it from Kennedy, but that didn't mean she was really used to it.

[nohaircutsplz]

"...what is the garlic?" Medusalith asked, eying the food warily. Her first guess? The pasta.

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Maladicta seemed to almost consider it before nodding. "An Igor, yes."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"You don't recognize the smell?"

[life_inshadow]

"Thanks?" Tara said vaguely. "It's not really a talent, I don't do anything fancy, it's more ... stirring stuff and not burning it."

Which put her millennia ahead of Karla, yes. She put some spaghetti on a plate and passed it over to Medusalith.

"I bet you could do it, if you wanted."

[nohaircutsplz]

"I'm German," Medusalith said. "We don't use...garlic there." She was totally making things up at this point.