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]

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.

[justfuckingtryit]

[Annnnd, that's about it.]

[Just going to open up the oven and take this thing out without a mitt.]

...looks okay.

[we_meet_again]

[Crowding in for a peek.]

That looks great!

[justfuckingtryit]

Time for moment of truth. Want to grab a knife for this thing?

[we_meet_again]

[He grabs a knife from the silverware drawer.]

How big a slice you want?

[justfuckingtryit]

Let me have a small one until we make sure it's edible.

[I mean. Not like they won't have to eat it anyway, but.]

[we_meet_again]

[Serves Lumen up a small slice. Gives himself a bigger slice, however. He is committed to eating this thing. he's GONNA!]

[justfuckingtryit]

[Tbh, it's this or nothing, so. Even if it's awful, this is dinner.]

[Going to bring the plates over to the table for them.]

[we_meet_again]

[Awww yeah. Serves up those frittata slices]

[justfuckingtryit]

You ready for the moment of truth?

[we_meet_again]

Here goes nothing!