Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [09/15].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

After a trip into town, Tisarwat returned to the dorms, changed into something a little more comfortable than her uniform, and then headed with her bags to the common room with an air of determination. With the ubiquitous nature of so many ungloved, uncivilized hands everywhere here, she still couldn't bring herself to trust the food prepared on the island. She was sure it was safe and she understood that latex gloves were a thing, but the idea of it just made her feel weird. But with no decade to do this sort of thing for her, she figured she had better start learning how to actually cook.

She'd done well with cutting up some fruits and vegetables; if she had issues with that, she should just give up right then and there. But the real challenge would come, of course, in the packaged noodle dish she'd picked up to try, the one that left her wondering how anything that had boasted "Quick and Easy!" on the packaging would require so many different pots. But she got it going, and it seemed to be going well enough. Frowning, though, she looked over the instructions on the box again while waiting for it to heat up, flipping the package around in her hands to make sure she wasn't missing anythi--

Ssssssss.

"Fuck!"

Tisarwat dropped the package to rush over to the stove to lift up the smaller pan as it boiled over, quickly trying to move it to the sink in an effort to curb some of the mess it was making. And as she was there, she noticed the other pan was starting to smoke an awful lot. She dropped te first pot in the sink and went to pull the other one off the burner, looking at the sauce that was definitely burning onto the bottom.

"Aatr's tits!"

All this knowledge and all these memories from dozens of entities and thousands of years of experience, you'd think at least one of them would have picked up how to cook in all that time!

Well. At least she still had the fruit and the vegetables and plenty of the cheese that the weird bear had foisted onto her.

[[ work was the worst today; this post channels my sooooullll. open common room is open! ]]

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[crack_that_whip]

Trevor either didn't remember his lesson about random fridge food or didn't care enough to be wary of it.

Because he was back on his bullshit, eating out of a mystery Chinese food container as he watched this cooking mishap with mild interest.

"Wow."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

And, honestly, at this point, Tisarwat had shot so far past just merely embarrassed, that she wasn't entirely sure if it was more misery now or just complete surrender. The look she sent at Trevor, once she was able to draw her eyes away from the horror show that was supposed to be the sauce for her noodles, could at least be easily classified as desperate.

"I think I actually managed to burn the water," she noted, out of morbid awe for the culinary destruction she'd wrought.

[crack_that_whip]

"That's kind of impressive in a way," Trevor decided, craning his neck to see the damage wrought.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

And Tisarwat, helpfully, tilted the worse of the two pans, the one with a now mostly black goop clinging to the bottom of it, his way. Far be it from her to deny someone else from getting the full picture of exactly what sort of horrors she was capable of.

"The box said 'Quick and Easy'," she bemoaned, then dropped the pan back in the sink to cover up her crime with water, as if that would ever help get that gunk off of the bottom of it now. "That box is liar, and whoever wrote that should be executed."

Or at least re-educated.

[crack_that_whip]

"Even easier solution," Trevor said, gesturing toward the Chinese container in his hand. "Don't cook."

Yes. Give up on cooking. Sage advice.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat looked like she wanted to whimper at that idea, but she was trying for a rueful smile, so the results ended up being...intersting.

"Then someone else will have made it," she pointed out, not expecting him to understand, but she'd explain it anyway. "And I won't know if they made it wearing gloves," she lifted her own gloved hands as if that explained it better, "or not."

And then it would just be a waste, because the idea of it would then make her lose her appetite.

She was trying to get better about accepting it, but that was going to be a pretty high mountain to cimb.

[crack_that_whip]

"Why gloves?" He was totally picturing cloth gloves, Tisarwat. He wasn't exactly up on all the modern things still. Just the ones that made his life easier.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"It's...a cultural thing," Tisarwat explained, now having to consciously try not to notice Trevor's hands, and deciding to blame Seivarden for the fact that she felt a little trepidation about explaining it all of a sudden, when everyone so far had been so nice and understanding about it. "Where I'm from, it's considered incredibly rude and uncivilized to do anything in public without proper gloves."

[crack_that_whip]

Trevor looked at his own hands for her. Which may or may not have helped the situation.

"Maybe in some circles that applies where I'm from," he replied, shrugging as he leaned against the wall to keep eating. "Mostly upper nobility."

Which was clearly not him.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"What smells like burning?" Sabine asked, coming in to check.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"....my dinner," said Tisarwat, after a moment of wild hope that perhaps it could be salvaged still, but that hope was indeed fleeting.

So much for tackling this a little later on a Sunday in the hopes that it would be easier to just forget about it if it would up a complete disaster.

"...Or what was supposed to be."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Aha. Time to call for pizza?"

Pizza solved everything.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

But Tisarwat made a small face, restraining how badly she wanted to purse her lips and wrinkle her nose.

"Pizza's one of the foods people eat with their hands, though, isn't it?" But she shook her head and gestured dismissively before Sabine could answer. "Never mind. It's fine. I still have all the fresh stuff, and some cheese. I mean, it's not like I can burn a salad."

OR COULD SHE??

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Mostly, but I've seen people use a knife and fork."

It was weird, but.

"There's nothing you need to cook for your salad, right?"

Hi, she just met you and already was concerned.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"No," said Tisarwat, looking over all the fruits and veg she'd cut up before attempting to tackle the noddle dish. "At least, I don't think so."

She then turned woefully desperate eyes toward Sabine.

"I've never really had to cook for myself before," she admitted, by way of apology.

"The box said 'quick and easy!" she added, after a moment of feeling she should probably make a stronger defense for herself.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Sometimes boxes lie," Sabine replied. "What were you trying to do?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

And so Tisarwat went and got the box, picking it up from the floor where she'd dropped in her distress to make sure the stove didn't catch fire or anything like that, and held it out so Sabine could see.

"It's some sort of noodle dish," she explained, shrugging, because the noodles at least felt familiar enough, but there rest of it? Not so much. "With cheese."

It was mac'n'cheese and it looked delicious, which just made this whole failed attempt all the more tragic.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Oh honey.

"Maybe it's a thing to try another day, with a tutorial," Sabine told her. "If there's more, we can try again, but I'd suggest washing out anything that burned first."

And she didn't know how bad that would be.

[crack_that_whip]

"Water, apparently," Trevor replied with the closest to a gooft smile as he got. Look, it was funny!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"...That is a skill," Sabine said, eyebrows raised. "I still like the fallback pizza idea."

[crack_that_whip]

"Pizza is pretty good," he admitted. "Most of the food is here."

He mostly meant it was edible and existed. Also, had yet to try sushi.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"So far. I feel like the options are a little limited in town, though," Sabine admitted. "There's more when you get out on the mainland that I wouldn't mind being closer to try."

[crack_that_whip]

"How much more can there be?" Oh, sweet summer child.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"There's almost two hundred countries on this planet, and there's a lot of variations on food between them," she told him.

[crack_that_whip]

"I guess?" He just needed to be mildly traumatized by something really spicy.