fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room [early afternoon]

There were many things at which Daenerys was quite skilled. She'd become a great rider during her marriage to Drogo. She was a lovely dancer, when inspired or asked. She mothered dragons, which took quite a different sort of patience than most people probably expected.

One thing she could not do, however, was cook. She had simply never had to.

Tuesday found her in the common room, trying her hand at it all the same. She was starting small -- she'd found some bread and vegetables, and had skewered them on the tips of forks and knives. She'd removed the grate-like thing over one of the small fires on the stove (and lighting the burner itself had been an experiment of several minutes) and was now attempting to toast the bread and roast the vegetables.

The dragons were outside, asleep in the sun (she assumed -- that was where she had left them) while they still could do such a thing, and she wanted to learn to use fire without them, anyway. So while she'd managed to set a few things on fire already, she'd put them out quickly and easily using her hand. Being the Unburnt had advantages she hadn't realized.

[common room open! come play before she sets her hair on fire or sets off the smoke alarm, omg.]

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Freddie was bored and wandering when he ended up in the common room. He raised a confused eyebrow and tilted his head.

"You didn't, say, take cooking lessons from a guy named Spencer this weekend, did you?" he asked.

"I've never met anyone by that name," she said, glancing over, "but then, I've also never had lessons in cooking. I'm beginning to regret this."

Again: had not yet set anything on fire that shouldn't be on fire! That was a personal victory.

Freddie was more concerned about the dismantling of the top of the stove, really.

"I'm guessing no one has taught you about the microwave?" he said, deciding to try and be helpful.

"I know it can be used to cook things?" she said, arching her brows, and pointing at the box she'd heard called 'microwave' questioningly, "but I...don't know how, no."

And she didn't exactly trust it. Fire was how things were cooked. She liked fire.

"...and that kind of sounds like maybe you don't want to know," Freddie said, being pretty good at that telling sort of thing. "I'm guessing it's kind of new and weird? I know I can't really think of it as weird, but that's cause I grew up with it. Not that my mom actually let me touch the microwave until I was fourteen."

"That's how old I am now," Dany offered with a slight smile. "You can understand my hesitation, then."

"She was completely convinced it'd stunt my growth," Freddie said. "Like somehow the microwaves would keep me tiny forever. And... well, I did finally stop being tiny, so I guess technically I can't say whether or not that helped or anything."

Dany peered at the microwave, considering. "I think I've finished my growing. Would it really stunt me, though?"

"I don't think so," Freddie said, talking a bit with his hands. "They're, like, shielded to prevent the microwaves from hitting anything outside the box. I will admit that this really isn't my normal nerdy scope of expertise, though."

"You have a scope?" she asked. There seemed to be so many boys here who were 'nerdy,' but only in certain ways. "And what might that be?"

"Yeah," Freddie said, taking a moment of pride in himself. "Normally it's computers, AV equipment, model trains, and sandpaper. Those are the things that are my main interests, really."

"I don't know what most of those things are," she admitted.

"Yeah, I kind of figured," Freddie admitted. "If I had my PearPad with me, I could show you at least some of it. But... why don't we start with the oven. The normal one. If you want to learn some things, I mean. I don't want to try and be all helpful at you if that's not what you want."

Petra was on the wrong floor in search of a kettle, which was why she was kind of startled to find her roommate.

She was especially startled to find her roommate...she didn't actually know what her roommate was doing. But it involved fire. "Dany, please don't take this the wrong way, but what the hell are you doing?"

"Cooking?"

...that probably shouldn't have been a question.

...right, because Dany came from Noelectricityland. Oh boy. "That's not really...how we use a stove. The smoke alarm will go off and then we'll all have to go outside and wait until they finish checking the building, and on the pro side, cute firefighters, but...let's avoid that. I can show you how it works, though! I really should have done that before, my bad."

"But it's just a little fire!" she protested mildly, stepping back from the stove with a frown. "I...this is how people cook where I'm from. I think."

The 'I think' was definitely making Petra nervous. "Yeah, I know," she said, even though she didn't, "but things are different here. So, okay, what do you want to do? You want to toast that bread, right?"

"That was the idea," she admitted a touch sheepishly. "This is how I always saw my handmaids cooking for me. Well, the fires were outdoors, but otherwise...."

"Yeah, we cook over fires outdoors sometimes," Petra agreed. "But indoors--do you see that white thing on the wall?" Petra asked, pointing. "That's a smoke detector, and if it goes off they'll have to clear the whole dorm. So let me introduce you to sliced bread and..." she grabbed the toaster and brandished it like 'ta-da!' "the toaster!"

Second Floor Common Room [early afternoon]

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