A Few Substitutions

[justfuckingtryit]

[The counter in the ratty little apartment is overrun with a handful of potatoes, some cookware that's decidedly a mismatched set, and a cookbook that has definitely seen better days. Lumen's standing in front of it, peering down at a page that's stained with age and who knows what else.]

You look at this thing yet? We're missing half the ingredients.

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[we_meet_again]

[Preheating the oven according to the cookbook instructions.]

It's not my fault you're so absorbent.

[justfuckingtryit]

[He gives a little snort.]

Haven't you heard? It's my best quality.

[we_meet_again]

Your best quality? Not by a mile.

[justfuckingtryit]

[Just. Going vaguely red and turning away to dump these potatoes into a frying pan.]

Anyway, scoot over. I've got to fry these things.

[we_meet_again]

[omg he's so cute. It takes serious effort not to laugh, and even more not to tease. Instead, he says nothing as he switches places and moves to man the cutting board.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[Turns on the stove and puts these potatoes on to fry.]

[After a beat or two:]

Hey, you done with the radishes?

[we_meet_again]

What? No, of course not. You know I'm not good at this.

[justfuckingtryit]

[He makes a noncommital noise, absently opening up a jar of sea salt and throwing some on the potatoes.]

Not like I'm a five-star chef over here.

[we_meet_again]

Well, you taught me just about everything I know.

[He looks at the radishes, which are all hacked into pieces of random sizes.]

...and that probably doesn't reflect well on you, come to think of it. I guess these are... done??

[justfuckingtryit]

[Huffs a soft laugh.]

Here, I'll take them.

[we_meet_again]

Can you save these?

[justfuckingtryit]

Don't make that face. It's not the end of the world.

...well. Not because of radishes.

[we_meet_again]

I'd be in trouble if the world were ending due to my lack of hand-eye coordination. Lucky me it's just daemons.]

[Starts hacking at the onion.]

[justfuckingtryit]

There's a sentence I didn't think I'd ever hear.

[we_meet_again]

Apocalypse has a way of shifting one's perspective, doesn't it.

[justfuckingtryit]

Little bit.

[we_meet_again]

Ok! This onion is ready to go! I forgot to ask if it was supposed to be chopped or sliced, but it kind of came out a little of both, anyway. You're welcome!

[justfuckingtryit]

[Takes it - looks at it - and gives a little snort of amusement.]

How is this even possible? You literally fling giant blades through the air daily and manage not to hit me, but as soon as it's a kitchen knife...

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[we_meet_again]

Obviously it's because I'm very good at NOT hitting small targets! Do you know how little finesse is required to hit the broad side of a catoblepas?

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[we_meet_again]

...Though, maybe if I threw the kitchen knives from the other side of the room...

[justfuckingtryit]

[Dumping in the onion.]

Go on, now you have to try it out.

[we_meet_again]

[Hefts the knife a little in his hand, testing the balance and weight.

...SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[Half-turning to watch; this is going to be good.]

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[we_meet_again]

.........

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[we_meet_again]

Let's try it outside, after dinner!

[Pops the knife into the Armiger.]