[ if aventurine's paid attention to the living and/or shared food with the others, this probably isn't that surprising, but strohl is...cooking, after all that! tucked away in one of the restaurants. i do not know which as long as it's not overcooked or the maid cafe. he likes to cook, particularly for others, and with the majority of his team now alive, that means... cooking for them from a distance!
so. upon his wandering, he may notice that the kitchen in this particular restaurant is starting to smell very good - spicy and warm and delicious, like home cooking. come investigate? ]
[ YOU DON'T WANT HELL COOKING AT OVERCOOKED understandable and fair. They can be at the new Chilly's, and Aventurine wanders in because he doesn't remember the place smelling this good.
Which leads him to Strohl. Or more like right behind Strohl as he peeks around (FUCK YOU ARE TOO TALL) him to see what it is he's cooking. ]
Which quickly becomes surprised at the offer, but Aventurine grins as he takes up position next to he man instead so he isn't just looking around a 6 ft wall. ]
[ oh he sees. he raises an eyebrow - there's a flicker of amusement in his emotions in return, a tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth as he gives a little flick of his wrist, ingredients sizzling pleasantly. ]
That depends. Are you asking me to feed you by hand like a princess, or are you planning to contribute somehow?
[ yeah!!!! he sideeyes aventurine for a moment - still amused, mouth crooked up at the corners. ]
Pushing it a bit, are we...? Cheeky. [ rapidly getting an understanding of this guy's personality in this moment. ] Define help; entertainment doesn't count.
[ his emotions are very amused despite the fact that hand feeding someone is a little embarrassing (you suggested it) a little ]
[ Meanwhile, Aventurine's own emotions are steady and content. He's having a good time, and he's not bothering to hide it. ]
I'll fetch whatever it is you need. Stir something here, fry something there, keep an eye on things while your back is turned. You won't believe how easily some things catch on fire.
[ Thank goodness this isn't the Undercooked kitchen. ]
[ a feeling of dead inside echoes here briefly ] Oh, you'd be surprised how easily I understand that...
[ hulkenberg's cooking......
anyway. he tilts his head back and forth too - there's a matching thread of amusement, because he's also kind of enjoying this? it's fine ]
Bold of you to assume I leave my spot... [ but, lightly: ] Tell you what. Bring me a bowl and spoon, then wash those when you've eaten, and try a bite of this to see if you like it. If you do, the meal's yours. Lots of vagueness in that counteroffer of yours - too many loopholes - but I'll not leave you hungry.
[ tactician ass strategist behaviour, but he'll scoop up a wooden spoonful's worth of sauce and veggies and a little bit of roasted meat and offer it to him. if he eats it off the spoon that is. probably fine.
for the record, it is really fucking good, he's a great cook. it is spicy! but like, tasty spicy, with lots of depths of flavour to it. ]
[ Now these are instructions easy enough to follow. He fetches the bowl and utensil as instructed, and when he returns, he does indeed lean forward to eat what's offered to him right off of Strohl's spoon. He doesn't even have to bend down much because TALL.
And at least he doesn't do anything ridiculous after that spoonful. Aventurine just pulls back with a raise of his eyebrows, fixing Strohl with an incredulous stare. ]
It's been a while since I've had anything that delicious.
[ he absolutely rolls his eyes when aventurine just eats it off the spoon, but the emotions are already approaching fond. like. what did i expect of course you were gonna do that.
anyway. there's something pleased at the compliment, if a little humble, as he goes for another spoon to serve up an actual portion. sanitary. ]
This recipe in particular's not mine. I picked it up from a paripus innkeeper in our capitol city, at a place called the Hushed Honeybee. First time I had redgrass roasted bidou, it nearly knocked my socks off - both from the taste and the spices. Took me a bit to get used to it, but it's my favourite, now. She's a hell of a cook.
[ his emotions bleed more of that fondness as he says so, using the new spoon to spoon the juices over the cooking food properly, smiling a bit down at the pan. there's a little bittersweetness, nostalgia, but: ]
...In a more general sense, I learned from my parents. My mother and father were insistent upon the idea that if you've the hands to help, you ought to be helping, and cooking was a part of that. Nobility too often take advantage of their titles to rest upon their laurels - that was the true lesson, though when I was young, I thought they were mad for it. How foolish we are, as teens.
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so. upon his wandering, he may notice that the kitchen in this particular restaurant is starting to smell very good - spicy and warm and delicious, like home cooking. come investigate? ]
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Which leads him to Strohl. Or more like right behind Strohl as he peeks around (FUCK YOU ARE TOO TALL) him to see what it is he's cooking. ]
What are you making?
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anyway he fucking jumps when aventurine comes up right behind him. STARTLED. ] -- bloody - [ A ] hell, you scared the piss out of me.
[ peering over his shoulder he can see it's some kind of roast poultry or something with vegetables? it smells fucking awesome. ]
...'s redgrass roasted bidou. Recipe from home. [ he pauses. glances at aventurine. looks him up and down. ] Have you eaten?
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Which quickly becomes surprised at the offer, but Aventurine grins as he takes up position next to he man instead so he isn't just looking around a 6 ft wall. ]
Are you going to feed me?
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That depends. Are you asking me to feed you by hand like a princess, or are you planning to contribute somehow?
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If I said the former, would you agree to it?
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I'll consider it if you do the dishes.
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[ HIM... WHO LOOKS VERY MUCH LIKE A PAMPERED BRAT ]
How about this? I'll help you while you cook, and you treat me like your personal taste tester, feeding me by hand.
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Pushing it a bit, are we...? Cheeky. [ rapidly getting an understanding of this guy's personality in this moment. ] Define help; entertainment doesn't count.
[ his emotions are very amused despite the fact that hand feeding someone is a little embarrassing (you suggested it) a little ]
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I'll fetch whatever it is you need. Stir something here, fry something there, keep an eye on things while your back is turned. You won't believe how easily some things catch on fire.
[ Thank goodness this isn't the Undercooked kitchen. ]
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[ hulkenberg's cooking......
anyway. he tilts his head back and forth too - there's a matching thread of amusement, because he's also kind of enjoying this? it's fine ]
Bold of you to assume I leave my spot... [ but, lightly: ] Tell you what. Bring me a bowl and spoon, then wash those when you've eaten, and try a bite of this to see if you like it. If you do, the meal's yours. Lots of vagueness in that counteroffer of yours - too many loopholes - but I'll not leave you hungry.
[ tactician ass strategist behaviour, but he'll scoop up a wooden spoonful's worth of sauce and veggies and a little bit of roasted meat and offer it to him. if he eats it off the spoon that is. probably fine.
for the record, it is really fucking good, he's a great cook. it is spicy! but like, tasty spicy, with lots of depths of flavour to it. ]
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And at least he doesn't do anything ridiculous after that spoonful. Aventurine just pulls back with a raise of his eyebrows, fixing Strohl with an incredulous stare. ]
It's been a while since I've had anything that delicious.
[ Feelings of... missing fine dining. ]
Where did you learn to cook?
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anyway. there's something pleased at the compliment, if a little humble, as he goes for another spoon to serve up an actual portion. sanitary. ]
This recipe in particular's not mine. I picked it up from a paripus innkeeper in our capitol city, at a place called the Hushed Honeybee. First time I had redgrass roasted bidou, it nearly knocked my socks off - both from the taste and the spices. Took me a bit to get used to it, but it's my favourite, now. She's a hell of a cook.
[ his emotions bleed more of that fondness as he says so, using the new spoon to spoon the juices over the cooking food properly, smiling a bit down at the pan. there's a little bittersweetness, nostalgia, but: ]
...In a more general sense, I learned from my parents. My mother and father were insistent upon the idea that if you've the hands to help, you ought to be helping, and cooking was a part of that. Nobility too often take advantage of their titles to rest upon their laurels - that was the true lesson, though when I was young, I thought they were mad for it. How foolish we are, as teens.