[open] moth drawn to a flame

[skatebird]

Who: Yata (skatebird) and you!
When: May 26th
Where: Galley
What: Yata cooks to take his mind off things.
Warnings: None so far.

[ It's been... interesting, for lack of a better word, since they left Del Pascia. Yata has been a little paranoid since then and stubbornly refused to set foot on Amissis-Re as a result. This place doesn't seem any less shady than the prison had an like hell he's going to risk getting eaten by more zombies or ripped apart by bizarre space-time screw ups. As the month wears on and he hears more and more reports of what's been going on planet-side, he's increasingly glad that he's stayed on the Moria this whole time.

The downside being that most of the month in he starts to get really bored. It's impossible to not feel a little stir crazy and his available outlets have gotten increasingly sparse. Eventually, he turns to cooking. It's not a talent he likes to admit he has, but judging by the smells that waft from the galley before long he's quite talented. Those familiar with such dishes can probably recognize what he's making as curry, though others will simply smell something a little savory, a little sweet, and a lot of spicy.

Anyone who enters the galley will be greeted in one of two ways. Those that are familiar to Yata and strangers that are simply curious will be met with a friendly wave and a cheerful: ]

Hey!

[ ... But anyone who's being a pain - either by crowding Yata as he cooks or otherwise causing a fuss will get a flat, more annoyed sounding: ]

Oi. Knock it off.

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[dualtone]

[ and then, there's Fushimi, who just steps into the galley and looks, somewhat skeptically, at the food that's slowly cooking.

He looks at Yata, then at the curry, then back at Yata. ]

You didn't put pineapple in it, this time, did you?

[skatebird]

[ Yata shoots Fushimi an agitated look, clearly offended that Fushimi even asked. ]

I only did that cause you're so picky! If you'd just eat like a normal person I wouldn't have to sneak weird stuff in.

[dualtone]

When you put weird things in it, I don't want to eat it... [ like, he will, because it's Yata's cooking, and he's especially going to eat it now that he hasn't had it in -- years -- but he's going to complain about it, first. ]

[skatebird]

You weren't gonna eat it anyway.

[ And Yata will prove it. He picks up a little tasting saucer and ladles some curry into it before offering it up to Fushimi, a challenging and expectant expression on his face. ]

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi looks at it like it might bite him for a long moment. Then he slowly takes the saucer.

He's trying to mend bridges. He's really, really trying. As hard as he can! So, in the interest of not completely pushing Yata away -- for, like, the ninth time -- he takes a small taste of the curry. ]

... it's not awful.

[skatebird]

It's good!

[ Yata's insistence is immediate and heated... but after a moment he relaxes and grins, looking a little proud of himself. ]

It has to be, if you actually ate it.

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi wants to protest that just because he ate it doesn't mean it's good -- he ate all of Yata's less successful cooking projects, when they were living together, after all -- but that's a lot of words that he's not sure he wants to try and put together right now. Instead, he just clicks his tongue, offering the saucer back with the most disinterested air he can manage. ]

It could be better.

[skatebird]

[ Yata takes the saucer back with an irritated huff. He'll get Fushimi to willingly eat and enjoy something of his one day. He's sure of it.

Just not today, it seems. ]

I can't believe you're still so picky. Don't they only let you eat certain things in the military?

[dualtone]

No... we can eat whatever we want. It's not really... the military. [ Like, sure, sort of, but also, not remotely. They're still a clan, after all; they proved that, in the end, even if things like clansmen and friendship make Fushimi awkward as all hell. ]

Everyone else has parties and makes hot pot. [ Of course, Fushimi avoids the gatherings at absolutely all cost, but it's not necessarily because of the hot pot.

It's a little because of the hot pot. ]

[meyneth]

[It's just another day on the ship for Fiora, which means another day of work. Being the assistant head chef means that she's got to keep up with scheduling the meal rotations and keeping an accurate inventory - and with the huge influx of supplies from crewmembers' worlds, that's a currently a time-consuming slog.

She strolls in earlier than usual and is immediately struck with the powerful scent of coriander and cumin. Since there's no one else in the galley at the moment, Yata must be the source of the smell, right?]

Ah - good afternoon, Yata! [she says, happy to remember his name this time. she lingers by the door as she glances towards his cookware.] Whatever you're making there, it smells amazing.

[skatebird]

[ Hey, it's that robot-looking girl again! Her question gets a grin out of Yata and he's only too happy to wave her forward. ]

It's called curry! The Japanese style kind.

[ He pauses, and then: ]

You have curry in your world, right?

[ He's met plenty of people that don't, after all. ]

[meyneth]

Yeah, it's like - comfort food, almost.

[Smiling, she walks over to Yata's side and looks into the pot curiously. The texture and smell is a little different from what she'd call curry, but he did say it was a different style.]

I can't say I've had "Japanese style" though. Is that some other way of preparing it where you're from? Or is that the meat, or something?

[skatebird]

[ It's not much, but that's more knowledge than Yata had expected her to have, in all honestly. It makes explaining it a little easier, at least. ]

Sort of? Curry's different depending on which country you get it from.

[ Not that Yata knows a whole lot about other countries' curry, but he knows enough for a quick run down. ]

Japan's isn't as spicy as most other kinds, and its a little sweeter.

[meyneth]

Huh. I see...

[The brown sauce bubbles inside the pot, as if beckoning her. She stands motionless for a few seconds, wondering what it tastes like - but is held back, as always, by her need to spit out all food without swallowing it.

It's hard being the assistant chef when you don't eat. But at least when she's the cook, she can spit everything out into a napkin after taste-testing it. Doing that to someone else's food is... kinda... bad.]

...Well... it looks like a treat. [Smiling a little gloomily, she tears her eyes away and looks back to Yata.] A small comfort from home, now that we've left that Reversed Ingress. Right?

[skatebird]

Right. Everyone seems pretty shaken up since we left.

[ Yata doesn't miss that Fiora is eyeing the pot, but he completely misses her motivations for doing so. ]

You can have some, if you want. I made a ton!

[ Indeed, there's enough in there for several people to have several servings. Fiora isn't quite a friend, but she's still friendly enough that in Yata's mind, there's no reason he shouldn't offer. ]

[meyneth]

It would be wasted on me, I'm afraid.

[Standing up straight, as if backing away from the curry without taking a step, she folds her arms and shakes her head.]

...I don't eat. So I'd have to spit it out. But the smells are free, right?

[skatebird]

[ It's obvious that what Fiora says doesn't make an abundance of sense to Yata at the moment. She doesn't eat? Or... he looks over over again, to those weird inorganic bits of her that she's always 'wearing'. ]

Hold on, are you a robot on the inside, too?

[meyneth]

Huh?

[Eyebrows raise, her eyes focus on his confused expression.]

...What - uh, you didn't realize? Yes, most of me is metal. Almost everything but my head, to be honest. What did you think I was...?

[she's not offended at all. it's actually kinda flattering!]

[skatebird]

You're a robot?

[ Yata's tone is vehement, but it's with excitement rather than horror or unease. Yes, she's obviously decked out in all sorts of weird metal, but... ]

That's actually you?

[ Yata may now live in a space ship and visit a new, strange world every month, but this might still be the coolest thing he's seen so far. As for the assumptions he'd made... ]

I just thought that was some sort of weird armor! Your face and hair look just like any other girl...

[meyneth]

Well, I don't think "robot" is the correct term, technically...

[But she corrects him idly, her sheepish smile overriding whatever concern she could have about semantics. Shrugging her shoulders, she glances away.]

Yeah, this is me alright. Surprised, huh? The ball joints didn't give it away? [She points at her hips and the conspicuous spherical joints connecting her legs to her body.]

[skatebird]

[ Yata glances down at the joints in question before he looks away, expression one of mild embarrassment. ]

Ah, I wasn't really paying that much attention...

[ Covered in armor or robot or otherwise, Fiora is still a girl and Yata still have matured much in that regard since middle school. ]

You can't eat at all, though? I guess that's convenient, but it seems like it must suck.