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]

Ok, so cheese is out. I think we have an onion? Not sure about the peppers, though...

[justfuckingtryit]

Maybe we can swap in potatoes.

We've got potatoes for days.

[we_meet_again]

Gotta say, I wouldn't mind a different way of eating potatoes, to mix things up a little. I'm game to try.

[justfuckingtryit]

We'd probably better fry them up first. Otherwise they're still gonna be all hard.

[we_meet_again]

Good call.

So, what's the difference between this thing and a scramble with fried potatoes?

[justfuckingtryit]

That's what the cookbook's supposed to tell us, right?

[we_meet_again]

Then... does it say?

[justfuckingtryit]

[Glancing down to look.]

The milk, looks like. And it goes in the oven.

[Handing it over for him to look while he gets started scrubbing these potatoes.]

1/2

[we_meet_again]

Oh! You bake it! That IS different.

[we_meet_again]

[Reading the recipe.]

Ok, you have the potatoes, and I have some eggs...

[A couple eggs flash into existence, one by one, in his upturned hands.]

Do you have the milk?

[justfuckingtryit]

Somewhere, yeah.

[A mystery novel flashes into his hand, and another one replaces it as soon as he sets it on the counter. A spool of thread comes next, and then a bowl with a chip taken out of it, and then a calendar from six years ago.]

[we_meet_again]

[While Lumen's working on that, Suri snags the bowl, gives it a quick rinse, and cracks the eggs into it.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[Blanket: no.]

[Quetzalcoatl feather: no.]

[A single shoelace: definitely not.]

[we_meet_again]

[Watching this fountain of random objects piling up all over the counter while beating the eggs with an old fork.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[A bookmark.]

[A bar of soap.]

[A Kenny Crow t-shirt.]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

[we_meet_again]

.....

[justfuckingtryit]

[There it is: milk.]

Fucking finally.

[we_meet_again]

Oh whew.

[Double-checking the list pinned to the kitchen wall.]

Apparently I have half an onion. Do you think that will be enough?

[justfuckingtryit]

What're we gonna do, grow another onion? It'll be fine.

[Putting all of this random other stuff away again.]

[we_meet_again]

Hah, yeah, I guess there's nothing to do about it! Unless there's something on this list we should swap it with... Looks like other roots we have include, uh... some radishes, canned beets, um... a turnip.

[justfuckingtryit]

Radishes might work.

[He's going back to scrubbing the potatoes.]

[we_meet_again]

Radishes it is!

[He opens his hand over the cutting board. There's a flash of light and half an onion appears, followed by four surprisingly fresh-looking radishes, leaves still attached.]

In the interest of not wasting anything, how 'bout we use the greens, too? Since we aren't using peppers.

[justfuckingtryit]

Sure, why not?

[Starting to chop up these potatoes, skin and all.]

[we_meet_again]

Nice.

[He washes the radishes and onion, but there's only enough space in their microscopic kitchen for one person to use the cutting board at a time. Looks like he's out of stuff to do. Oh no. He puts his wet hands on the sides of Lumen's t-shirt to dry them off.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[At the impromptu shirt towel move, Lumen tips his head all the way back so that he's staring up at Suri's face, upside-down. His hands are still busy chopping this potato, which seems like it might be dangerous to fingers? But he doesn't falter, and the slices stay even.]

Really?