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]

I still ate it, didn't I?

[Big floppy shrug.] Oh well! You cook some, you burn some.

[justfuckingtryit]

And then you know what to never, ever do again.

[we_meet_again]

You've gotta take chances if you want to discover new things!

[justfuckingtryit]

Not sure I want to discover things like that.

[we_meet_again]

Them's the breaks with food roulette.

[justfuckingtryit]

Next time we'll skip loading the gun.

[we_meet_again]

Yeah, well, safe recipes are for people with ingredients.

[justfuckingtryit]

[Speaking of recipes - this thing looks about reasy to go in the oven.]

Maybe we should start writing stuff down.

[we_meet_again]

[aww yeah bake that thing]

Yeah, not just so we can avoid mistakes, but so we can repeat the successes. Rest in pieces, Really Good Thing we made with the beans and mushrooms that one time which we can never replicate...

[justfuckingtryit]

We'll get it someday.

[Absently straightening up the kitchen.]

[we_meet_again]

Just gotta keep trying, I guess. Here, gimme those dishes. [Rolling up his sleeves, going for the sink.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[Handing them over.]

I think I've got a notebook in the Armiger somewhere.

[we_meet_again]

[Gonna wash!! the dishes!! He has 8-10 minutes before dinner go go go]

Good luck!

[justfuckingtryit]

Remind me after dinner. I'll look then.

[Going to start collecting the things they need for the table and setting them out.]

[we_meet_again]

[They barely used any dishes so it doesn't take eight entire minutes.

Cleanup: done

Hands: wet





Lumen: present]

[justfuckingtryit]

[When the table's set, he wanders back into the kitchen to peek in the oven window, then leans back against the counter, arms folded, while he waits.]

[we_meet_again]

[Ah damn Lumen's back isn't turned any more. Act natural.

He wipes his wet hands on his thighs, instead.]

How's it looking?

[justfuckingtryit]

Pretty good?

Doesn't smell bad, either.

[we_meet_again]

I can't wait to try it.

[justfuckingtryit]

Me neither.

[we_meet_again]

I didn't take notice of when we put it in. Did you?

[justfuckingtryit]

One more minute. You think I didn't learn my lesson after the carrots?

[we_meet_again]

...Thank goodness one of us did!

[justfuckingtryit]

[Glancing up at the clock on the wall.]

I just don't want to to do that again.

[we_meet_again]

Yeah, let's not.