1452 Plates Ago

[bluesteelranger]

Title: 1452 Plates Ago
Location: Rose District; Renne's Place
Date: November 13; Afternoon
Summary: Cooking, lots of cooking! And wondering what's up with his language. General shenanigans and bad song puns.
Status / Rating: Open to all, Rated G to PG for possible mild language.





It had been rough at first, finding what he could at the markets. Rough indeed but he had found his quarry and he'd returned to his residence with little need to imagine up anything beyond a few cuts of specific fish. Through it all he had found himself speaking flawless English -- it had of course surprised him, for he hadn't spoken so eloquently in over a decade.
Gift horse? He didn't know and for now, didn't ask.

Bothering for now only to lightly ponder such issues, Renne's getting himself immersed into cooking. A therapy of sorts for him, cooking calms the nerves and fills the belly. As such, it's not likely surprising when a few aromas begin to waft forth from his residence.

Besides, knowing that there are others who share such interests is kind of nice. Part of him hopes he can treat them to lunch.

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[naltorian]

Taking a walk outside, Nura catches a whiff of the most delicious aroma she's ever smelled, and though her tongue was still Persian, she just had to know what was cooking. She walks up to the Rose District building, and raps her knuckles on the door, hoping someone will answer. She would walk into the building herself, but what with privacy being a rare treat on the Island, she rather would leave that choice up to the occupants of the building.

[bluesteelranger]

"Eeh?"

Even with his English so inexplicably 'correct' again, his trademark chirps, trills and squeaks could not leave him. Tending to one of the adaptive alarm bells strung out over his workspace, he gives a call. He's quite fine with guests actually; Renne doesn't cook to "feed an army" for no reason!

"Come!"

[naltorian]

Nura takes the ringing bell as sign to continue entrance and does so. She climbs the steps, following the heavenly sent down the hall and to the origin's door.

"Hello?" She opens the door a smidge to peek in and check. When that yields no request to leave, she opens the door wide and the delicious scent makes her mouth water. "What is that delicious smell!"

[bluesteelranger]

The bells are perhaps an odd accessory but to the discerning eye, they're quite functional. Skittering this way and that, responding as each one sounds out, there's an odd blue...critter in this kitchen. And he's cooking.

"Eh?" Chirp. "Well, I'm cooking, if you'd like some. You are...?"

Don't mind him not looking; he can't really do that. And besides, he's in the midst of taking a pot off the stove.

[naltorian]

Nura waves the stranger a smile. "Nura Nal. I'm a resident of the Island just like you." Though, isn't that obvious enough? "And, yes, please. It smells really good."

She's noticed that he doesn't turn towards her, but that's all right. He looks very, very busy with his cooking.

[bluesteelranger]

"Er...well, thank you. Have a seat, anywhere you'd like."

That pot comes off the heat. Skittering to another bell, the oddity pulls a baking sheet out of the oven. Taking a breath, he immediately begins fetching tableware. For a second or two, his face is visible to his guest. Yeah, why he doesn't look anywhere, it's his eyes. Odd as they are, clear of fog or opacity yet they show distinct signs of, well. Not working.

"You a vegetarian or d'you eat meat?"

[naltorian]

Nura does not mind the appearance of her host and takes a seat in the nearest chair, watching the person gather objects and ingredients(?) and listening to the tiny tingles of the bells.

"I eat meat. Too fond of a cheeseburger to ever consider dropping meat, actually." She chuckles.

[bluesteelranger]

His voice softens a little at the mention of cheeseburgers. Memories flash across his mind but he doesn't let them come up. He's got a veritable platter ready by now and usually, he'd balance it on his head but this one's a bit heavy.

"Heh. Sounds like someone I once knew. I like them myself but I cannot eat too much meat at a time. Can I ask a hand? I'm afraid I cannot lift this whole thing..."

Said platter contains a cauldron of soup, a loaf of bread and what looks like a few fillets of fish.

[naltorian]

"Lift -- oh! Here!" Nura gets to her feet and quickly stabilizes the platter by taking the cauldron's weight. It's heavy, so she sets it down on the table top immediately before taking the rest of the platter. "You must have made enough food to feed an army!"

[bluesteelranger]

That earns a chuckle. Fetching the last of the tableware and setting the rest of lunch out, the oddity's skin gives a flickering tiger-stripe of a kind of bluish-teal.

"Heh...Archie used to say that. Help yourself; I do not prohibit food from lifeforms."

[naltorian]

"Uh...lifeforms? Should I be worried?" She smiles teasingly, reaching to take a bit of the loaf of bread. "Mmm. This is nice and warm. Did you put any seasonings on it?"

[bluesteelranger]

"Eh-heh... No, I simply have little command of this English. I have not spoken so cleanly in many years."

At that, his face turns a nice, bright shade of robin's egg blue. He's blushing and mightily so. When he speaks of the spices he commonly uses, he often has to attach a 'warning label' -- When he says 'Spicy', he means something along the lines of "Ghost-chili-burn-your-mouth-off" hot.

"Not too much on that one. Just a little garlic and pepper. The other is a bit stronger if you desire it, but I might warn you. It is....hot. Spicy."

[naltorian]

"I think you're doing just fine," she gives him a nod and pops some warm bread into her mouth. She savors the taste with each chew before swallowing, a satisfied smile having long made its way onto her mouth.

"This is delicious!" She takes another bit of bread and pops that piece into her mouth. "Mmm!" She chews and swallows that food in her mouth as well.

Despite Renne's warning, Nura gestures to the cauldron. "It smells too amazing to not try at least a spoonful." She waves her arm towards the cupboards. "Is there a small bowl and spoon I can have, maybe? I don't want to eat right from the bowl, as tempting as the idea may be."

[bluesteelranger]

All of this makes him blush as if he's not blushed before. Quite literally, his skin glows robin's egg blue from his nose to the tips of his ears. Managng a stuttering reply, the oddity dashes to fetch the requested bowl and a rounded spoon.

"These will do? I, erm...I have not cooked for others in a while."

[naltorian]

Nura accepts spoon and bowl graciously.

"If your food tastes as good as it smells then I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

She starts helping herself to the soup, scooping out two helpings. She's quite a voracious eater when she's running on an empty stomach.

Sorry for the slow!

[bluesteelranger]

"Well...I hope you like it. I will warn you again, some of this is quite hot."

He half-turns away both as a measure to try to hide more blushing and to grab a bowl and spoon for himself. The way he is, there are times when he's got to eat a good bit.

It's okay!!

[naltorian]

Heeding Renne's warning, she only dips her a spoon a bit into the bowl, but stops almost immediately. "Just in case, I should get some water. Got any cups?"

Thanks :)

[bluesteelranger]

"Yes, in the left cupboard on the second shelf up."

He offers a smile and this touch of trust. Describing the location of the cups might sound a bit too precise but that is the nature of necessity. As for him, he tucks in to the meal with a kind of solemn gusto.

[naltorian]

Nura gets up and goes to the cupboard. She opens the little door and rises on her tip-toes, peering into the dark little box. "This one?"

She reaches in and pulls out a glass.

"Is there distilled water or...?"

[bluesteelranger]

"Yes, those. ...Dis-tilled? What kind of water is that?"

He's a little puzzled. Rhydin didn't really have such things. The place had been all magic, technology, science and a general mishmash of....everything. Yet he had not encountered everything in that vast realm...

[naltorian]

"It's filtered so that there's no germs or bacteria."

She supposes that, no, Renne does not have distilled water, and is reluctant to do so, but she returns to the table and Imagines herself a bottle of filtered water. She uncaps it. "It's all right, I've got one here now."

[bluesteelranger]

"Ah...I am afraid I do not know how to do that. Rhydin did not seem to have it either, or if it did, I never learned of it."

This has him note in his head to find out what 'filtered' is and how to do it.

[naltorian]

"Rhydin? Is that your home?" She stirs her soup absently, paying more attention to Renne.

[bluesteelranger]

"Er....You could call it that. Of a sort. I ended up there after a few, ah....Multiversal mishaps. Where or when is your home?"

The wording is awkward but he's honest about it. His homeverse was destroyed, he got flung out of it in the cataclysm and then, well. He'd gne universe-hopping to try to find a place to live.

[naltorian]

"Thirty-first century, Earth-Prime, so I'm told..."

She's still iffy on the entire "wrong earth" conundrum.

[bluesteelranger]

"Prime? There are many Earths? ...What kinds of things are in your thirty-first century?"

Oh, he's curious now. Sipping some soup of his own, the bluething perks an ear forward. His skin flashes a tiger-stripe of teal-sky blue.

[naltorian]

"I...don't really know how to answer that." How does someone explain their world to someone from a world where she's never been? "We're definitely more innovated, though not exactly in a good way..."

[bluesteelranger]

"Hm. I have been through parts of the Multiverse...some things are there, others not. ...Not a good way?"

A frown.

"War?" It's a tentative question. All told, he's either been directly involved in or a direct witness to a good few wars. Three or four, five if one counts a slew of individuals going after one incredibly powerful but singular entity.

[naltorian]

Nura nods grimly. "It seems like war is a constant, don't you think?"

[bluesteelranger]

"An unfortunate... I have been a part of several wars in various lands. But beyond war, there would be good things where you come fromtoo, yes? Or I might think so, for without the good, one cannot distinguish the evil."