Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Afternoon [02/09].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Time to find out if the smoke alarms worked! Tisarwat was trying her hand at cooking again.

Actually, though, she was doing fairly well so far, but that was just because it was sort of difficult to mess up a food that's instructions were basically "put in bowl, microwave, stir, enjoy." She'd even managed to ensure that the bowl was actually safe for the microwave, and nothing caught on fire when she put it in.

It even looked pretty good when she eventually pulled it out, grabbing a spoon, glad for her gloves because the exterior of the bowl was very hot. But when she dug in her spoon and took a tentative bite, she was in for a surprise.

"How is it still cold?"

Not just that, but the outside was plenty warm, it was just the middle that was so cold, it may as well have been frozen.

"This planet," she murmured, to no one in particular, obviously, because she was by herself, as she stirred the bowl and put it back in the microwave for another round, "has the worst technology..."

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"How's what cold?" Sabine asked, wandering in to grab a Coke from the fridge.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"My food," Tisarwat answered, her tone faintly commiserating as she sent a rueful, lilac-eyed glance toward the bowl spinning again inside the microwave. "I put it I'm for the recommended amount of time and the bowl feels like it's on fire, but the center was practically ice!

"I think this machine is broken."

She was giving it the benefit of the doubt.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Did you stop it halfway through and mix it up?" Sabine asked.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Which seemed like a reasonable detail in hindsight, but, really, only if you didn't consider the fact that any sort of decent reheating unit should be able to manage without extra steps on anyone's part, and also...

"The instructions didn't say anything about mixing it half-way through," Tisarwat said, grabbing the package again to look at the instructions even though she'd read them over about fifty times already.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Sometimes they do and sometimes they don't," Sabine told her. "It's a good trick to know. Like if you have a big piece of something you're reheating, if you slice it in half it'll heat more evenly."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"That sounds very....inconsistant," said Tisarwat, "but pretty much in line with what I've mostly come to expected out of this world's technology. I did stir it, though, this time. If it still comes out cold, I give up.

"Your name's Sabine, right?" she then asked. "I see you sometimes around for breakfast."

And she'd always meant to talk to her more, but always got swamped utterly failed to do so.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Same!

"Yeah. And you're Tisarwat," Sabine said. "Good to officially meet you, even if it's over this microwave tragedy."

It was probably not a tragedy.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"Even if I open this up," Tisarwat said, as the microwave beeped and she turned back to it, "and this is a block of ice," she half expected it might be, "it's still marginally better than some of my previous attempts at cooking."

No one should call this cooking.

She took the bowl out, hissed slightly over how hot it was, and set it down quickly, before giving it another stir and a tentative try.

"Not...bad," she concluded. It was lukewarm, at best, except in a few pockets, but that was good enough. "I think I'm still better off leaving the cooking to those who know what they're doing," and wore gloves, but that should go without saying, though."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"What's the issue with cooking?" Sabine wondered, cracking her drink open.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"I'm just not really very good at it," Tisarwat admitted, with a shrug meant to dismiss the faint sheepishness in it, and went to have a seat. "I've never really had to before, but it seems like a good thing to learn."

Especially if she wound up stuck here as long as Seivarden and Breq had.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"It doesn't hurt. They sometimes have basic classes here that can teach you some things," Sabine told her. "When I first got here I pretty much just ordered out, or dumped pasta in boiling water all the time."

She basically still did.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"That's about where I'm at right now," Tisarwat smiled faintly. "And even the packages stiff like rhis," she lifted a spoon full of what looked like some sort of rice dish, "beats ration bars and skel. Though it's weird, I actually kind of miss skel sometimes."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

So of course she had to ask, "What's skel?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Yeah, Tisarwat figured she might have. It was still a little weird, thinking there were people who didnt know something previously as universal as skel.

"Basically a nutritional food paste," she offered, wrinkling her nose a little. "Kind of like porridge, but saltier, more vegetable. It's sort of what you get stuck with on a ship, because it's dense and travels well."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Aha. We have things like ration bars by me," Sabine offered. "Similar reasoning, and it doesn't go bad."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"It depends on the class and the size of the ship, as well," Tisarwat added. "Good luck getting anything but skel on a Sword."

There was a pause, thoughtful, covered with a bite of her food, over the fact that, technically, Tisarwat had never been on a Sword, but knew this to be true all the same.

"I was lucky enough," ha! "to get on a Mercy, we always had good tea and good arrack.

"Arrack," she added, figuring she didn't need to explain the tea part as much as she did the other, "is our most widely available alcohol, but the quality varies, just like with tea."

Then, a grin. "I've got a bottle or two hidden away for a special occasion."

Though her tea supply from home was getting distressingly thin at this point.