WELL. Let us focus on some of the BETTER and NEW and NOT OLD things. Like these peaches. (He slams the basket down on the wooden kitchen table.) You ready to make lunch, then? We can use this for a jam, cookies to go with 'em, some stew or something... (πΏ)
You really have to emphasize it not being old, huh? Do you have any old things up your sleeves, Tommy?
And surely. Jam and cookies sounds nice. As for stewβ¦ Iβm not sure if I can make something out of that using peaches. I could ask your mum but hmmβ¦ Iβm trying not to rely on her too much when it comes to this. Unless, youβre familiar with cooking? I highly doubt it, however.
Oldest thing up MY sleeve is my love of the GRIND! (I grin widely and give you a thumbs up.)
And well... Phil. Mr. Craft. I meant that we use OTHER ingredients for the stew. Honestly, peach stew, the fuck would we even do with that? (I chuckle and begin searching your cabinets.) For your information, too, I know quite a bit of cooking. Don't live alone without learning at least some.
Oh. Thatβ¦ makes more sense, surely. (I ruffle your hair as you search my cabinets.) Maybe I really AM getting old one way or another. (I walk over the tea shelves.) Techno was looking for some tea, so Iβm going to be bringing tea alongside the food.
Speaking of, since youβve mentioned you know quite a bit of cooking, why not cook us stew? I have yet to taste your cooking. (I pause a bit) There it is, the tea Tech requested. Do you have any personal requests that maybe I have a stash of?
Uhmm... (I look away and grimace.) Maybe we could have sweet tea, or something, too? It is pretty hot, if you aren't in the fuckin' tundra.
And I can cook us stew, but I need... Things. Like carrots, and stock, and BEEF, lots of beef. (I slam a large pot onto the stove and pause.) Potatoes too, I guess. (I roll my eyes at the thought.)
Thatβs the point though, isnβt it? Regardless of where you are, the point of drinking tea is to drink it hot. We can make yours cold if youβre not a fan of it so much, but I believe itβll taste different. (I start looking at the tea shelves once more.) Iβll prepare them cold for you. Would that be okay? (I smile a bit and I take the tea out.) Got it. Iβll prepare the jam and the cookies now.
And as for the ingredients, Iβm complete with those. Just look over the pantry near the one you just scavenged. (I point to the direction of the said pantry.)
... Do you know what sweet tea is? I can show you how to make it. New tea, eh? (I waggle my brows obnoxiously.)
Hm... You need more of everything, Phil. Truly. (I begin to rummage the pantry, slowly beginning to cradle a variety of vegetables.) ... Salad too? Sides? Dessert?
Phil. I've never planned a picnic to this degree before. The pressure, the - (I throw a hand to my forehead dramatically and grin.) The pressure is getting to me!
You can show me after youβre done with that, mister. (I point at the large pot and squint my eyes a bit.) And I know how to make sweet tea. Why are you asking me out of all people?
And donβt be overdramatic, Tommy. (I cross my arms and shaking my head while trying not to laugh.) Itβs just a picnic. We can do it. We already have the desserts jotted down. Sides and salad are easy to plan.
Youβve had bigger plans than picnics. Get it together. (I pinch your cheek.)
(i duck through the door frame into phil's kitchen)
hullooo i see you're already cooking up a storm in here... i'm on chopping duty as usual right?
(i cross the kitchen to where i know phil always keeps his cutting boards grabbing one for raw meat and one for everything else)
been awhile since we all cooked together i'm glad we made the kitchen big enough that we won't be stepping on each other's toes or something
(grabing two knives i know are perfectly sharpened since i'm the one who crafted them i then wash my hands my station now fully set up and ready to help)
chat shut up about 4/4 whatever that means
(Wilbur follows behind Techno, stepping into the kitchen.)
So... Phil's making the drinks and jam, Tommy's got the cooker, God help us... Tech's chopping... ...Looks like I'll be baking. Here's hoping I can remember from when I did this with Niki... (He gets out all of the ingredients from the fridge and pantry, squeezing past Tommy and Techno multiple times in the process, since the kitchen was starting to get cramped.) Two bowls, butter, sugar, eggs, salt, uhhh... Oh, flour.
(He sighs, cracking two eggs into the bowl, then adding a stick and a half of butter. He also adds half a cup of sugar, and starts beating it together. In the other bowl, he mixes the flour and salt.) (He seems kind of winded.)
How the... the fuck did Niki do this all day?
(I got startled a bit, breaking away from my zoned self from doing what I was doing.) Oh, sorry boys, I seemed to have zoned in too much to notice you. Iβm glad youβre back home.
Good to know you still remember what your stations are, yeah? Thank you for chopping as per usual, Tech. (I fondly smile at Technobladeβs direction.)
As for you, Wilburβ¦ (I drop what Iβm doing and I look at Wilbur in confusion, tilting my head and putting one hand on my waist.) You DO know thereβs a mixer over there, right? (I point at the pantry where the mixer is located.) Are you not familiar with baking? If so, we can change errands. You can take care of drinks and jam. Iβm sure you know how to make tea by now, at least? Let me know if you have any difficulties or in need of any assistance. (I walk over to Wilburβs direction and gives him a short pet, then goes to the pantry where the mixer is.)
No, no, itβs alright. I want to bake. I used to enjoy it, really. Did a lot of it with Niki in L'Manberg.
Mm?- (Wilbur briefly closes his eyes at Philβs petting of his head. But then he quickly resumes insisting.)
Phiiiiiiilβ¦.. I can do it just fine. Donβt worry about me. (He goes over to the pantry where Phil was headed, spotting the mixer and grabbing for it.)
(βBesides, I hate making tea.β he thinks to himself.)
