if you could have 5 fictional characters over for dinner who would you invite and why? what would you cook for them?
Dick Grayson, because obviously he's the male 2D love of my life.
Billy Kaplan because I need someone to mother-hen over and who better than Billy, really? I debated putting Bart here instead, but I couldn't cook enough to make a Speedster happy. Hence why none are on this list.
Donna Troy because she's the female 2D love of my life.
Kyle Rayner for (very nice to look at) comic relief, and because I think he'd end up telling some really interesting stories. Keep conversation rolling as it were. Between him and Dick there would never be a dull moment.
"Hank" McCoy (Beast) because I never get tired of him. I love listening to people far more intelligent than I am talk, and he's an appreciator of fine arts which includes culinary arts.
This ask has been sitting in my box for literally 24 hours now because I've been trying to come up with a menu (I am a loser, yes) but really I'd probably just stick to something simple. As my chefs used to say "K.I.S.S.: Keep it simple, stupid."
So I wouldn't do any kind of intricate 'first we shall have le zoup' kind of deal, just a normal 'everything on the table at once' kind of affair. Salad would be present, obviously. A spring mix with some julienne carrots, radishes, and quartered grape tomatoes tossed with a balsamic viaigrette I think. Some kind of vegetable medley probably a mix of lima beans and cauliflower with a butter sauce. I do love butter... Also some tiny red skin potatoes oven-roasted with rosemary. The main protein would probably be a stuffed pork tenderloin since I think those are absolutely yummy, and they look hella classy and they aren't hard to make. No apples in the stuffing, though I hate that more than I hate spinach and that's a lot. Um. So yeah, it's a pretty simple dinner. Dessert would probably just be some kind of strawberry shortcake with optional chocolate drizzling because I'm sure one of the guys doesn't like chocolate and I'm considerate like that.
And then we'd all get drunk off of some post-dinner wine and other such boozes. Except Billy. He's a baby.