[ on monday afternoon, if seo happens to be wandering by the restaurant or admiring the many pictures of interdimensional elvis, he might notice that there's a nice smell wafting up through the stairs where the kitchen is. more importantly, it is a decidedly not steak smell.
[ what is happening is...strohl! he's at the stove, his yellow coat abandoned, and is minding a cast iron pan full of whatever that delicious, spicy smelling thing is - it looks like some kind of roast. ]
Oh. Afternoon. [ he glances up, noticing the other presence, and then dips his head. ] Drawn by the smell, or looking to use the kitchen?
If you want to eat, you've got to help - I think you can probably figure out a knife.
[ points at him with his stirring spoon ] Rounds. Small ones. Bout this big.
[ lifting his other hand to make a small round shape with his thumb and forefinger. ] They don't have to be perfect - they're going in your mouth, not a food competition - just make sure they're sort of close to even.
[ "potential" he is the most neurotic person on the planet don't worry. also mood don't call him leon. ]
... Guess I was right. [ you knew your way around a knife. he shakes his head a little, then holds out the pan in his direction. ] Dump them in there, then, Seodore.
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investigate? ]
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Well. The smell isn't salad nor steak, so he goes to check it out. What is happening here... are they adding a new menu... ]
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Oh. Afternoon. [ he glances up, noticing the other presence, and then dips his head. ] Drawn by the smell, or looking to use the kitchen?
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[ He says as if that's not his preferred taste but that doesn't matter. ]
Cooking for your friends? Or working here part-time~? You could definitely improve the salads here.
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Hah. No, seems like they only want workers with the, ah. Pompadour. [ he makes a whiff gesture up at his head. the Elvis ]
More like the former, really. [ a beat. ] You hungry?
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Seodore makes a face when Strohl says pompadour like. What? Did he hear that right? ]
That depends! Do you have time to cook a little something for me?
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[ he gestures with his head over to a container of tomatoes and a cutting board. ]
Cut those up for me into rounds, and you can have as much as you'd like.
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[ He grabs the container and cutting board and puts them down on the counter. Does Strohl have any regrets... ]
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[ points at him with his stirring spoon ] Rounds. Small ones. Bout this big.
[ lifting his other hand to make a small round shape with his thumb and forefinger. ] They don't have to be perfect - they're going in your mouth, not a food competition - just make sure they're sort of close to even.
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I'll try to match as close as I can, chef~
[ He cuts the tomatoes to exactly the shape and size Strohl showed Seodore in under a minute. He's so relaxed. ]
So, what should I call you by? I'm not sure which part of your name I should use after I heard different ones.
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OKAY! ]
....Strohl. [ slowly, after a moment ] Strohl's fine. Sorry. We've not yet been properly acquainted, yeah? You are....?
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Strohl then. I'm Seodore.
[ call him theodore and he will commit murder off schedule despite how similar they sound ]
So, these are the tomatoes you wanted, right?
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... Guess I was right. [ you knew your way around a knife. he shakes his head a little, then holds out the pan in his direction. ] Dump them in there, then, Seodore.
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I used to cook for my household, so I have some experience.