deux + voice/action

[tearmeanewone]

[Voice]

I've-- Oh, wait. Hello Luceti! [Right, she can't just start talking like you do with Voxophones.]

I've recently, this past New Feather cycle, brought two more people into my apartment. Up until now I haven't been... cooking, exactly. [She's been eating whatever she can get ready-made, namely.] Does anyone have any... somewhat simple cooking recipes for two adult men and one slightly smaller girl?

And can someone explain to me how to work the oven...?



[Action]

[Later in the day, Elizabeth ventures out to the grocery store to pick up things for her first cooking adventure! Though it's a trial, even at the store. Elizabeth keeps looking between different things and consulting her journal and looking back at the shelves... and frowning. Because this is all extremely complicated. No wonder this was done for her every day... This would probably take her weeks to figure out.]

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[ablankpage]

[The journal is, to some extent, background noise. He keeps it open and listens to whatever he can while he works in the corner of the apartment that he's claimed for a desk. Notes -- both about Luceti and what he can remember of the Lutece Field and all of that work -- are spread out in a very ordered chaos.

So when he hears Elizabeth, he stops in his work. Not from the journal itself, no, but from inside the apartment.

He waits until she's finished before he speaks. ...Trying to ignore that she's reminded him he hasn't eaten today, which provokes the hunger that had come and gone some hours earlier.]

You don't need to worry about making food for us, Elizabeth. Couldn't you just hire a domestic? I'm sure the three of us could afford it.

[...After all, the Luteces were wealthy enough in Columbia to afford a pair of maids. One for the kitchen and one for basic cleaning.]

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[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth looks up from putting her journal into a bag and gives Robert a brief smile.]

You mean a maid? Mr. Lutece, there isn't any money here. Who would work as a maid for free? [She gives Robert a dubious smile and puts the bag on her shoulder.] Besides, I should learn. It'll probably be easier to feed you if you watch me prepare it, right?

[Elizabeth has never been above guilt manipulation, clearly.]

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[ablankpage]

It still baffles me as to how a society can function without any form of currency. Especially one that is not primitive.

[Not a particularly bad thing, but he ceases to see how it does not simply implode upon itself.

Or, at least, hasn't already.]

grocery store action

[amonglions]

[He doesn't know how to feel about being here, much less having chicken wings. What he does know is that he will do almost anything to avoid spending too much time in the same room as Robert Lutece.

Call it paranoia, call it guilt, a ridiculous grudge - what have you. He didn't like the man, end of story. He was still anticipating the physicist and his counterpart to just...pop out of nowhere and be horribly cryptic and sarcastic. He didn't like that feeling.

Besides, he'd much rather spend time with someone he can be comfortable with. Which at this point, is Elizabeth exclusively.]

So...what're we here for again?

[This is him trying to be helpful.]

grocery store action

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth is starting to pick up on the fact that Robert and Booker do not get along. Of course neither of them will talk about why, at least not while Elizabeth is present. It's annoying to say the least, but she's putting on a positive face and hoping the two of them will just work out their differences on their own.]

Ah... Rice. And... [She consults her journal again.] Milk? And some other things too, but I'm not sure what I'm going to try tonight.

[amonglions]

[It's much easier to just ignore Lutece and keep on keeping on.]

Alright.

[Besides it'll be good for Booker to just forget the scientist is even here while he gets his bearings. Eventually he'll stop tagging along with Elizabeth everywhere. Eventually. Right now though it doesn't seem like she minds it too much. Which is good, because as far as touchstones go right now: Elizabeth is it.]

Well, I ain't too picky about what I eat. [No shit.] So unless your other...house-guest has any preferences I guess you can just do what you want.

( voice. )

[inventings]

Do sandwiches and salads count as recipes? I know how one goes about making cheesestakes thanks to a friend of mine and surely a Caesar salad will be sufficient for a while.

{ Like Elizabeth, Addie here didn't know how to work an oven so she'll stay quiet about that one. Didn't really need to know.

If she was hungry back at the building and wanted something cooked for a quick meal, there was always someone there to cook for her because they liked her/took enough pity on her. Or she always went out to eat. } I think if I recall correctly, perhaps I know also a recipe for a type of soup.

( voice. )

[tearmeanewone]

I would think all of that would count-- if it isn't too hard to make, I'd love to know how to make it!

[And it sounds like most of those things don't require an oven... very much a plus.]

( voice. ) -> ( written. )

[inventings]

{ One has to bless the human mind. Always looking for the easier way to do things when it comes to everyday tasks. }

I'll write it down now for you. None of them are difficult to make long, I assure you.

{ Recalling much as she could, Addie scribbled down the list of ingredients needed and the instructions on how to cook the recipes she had mentioned. It takes a few minutes but not too terribly long in her opinion. It only took her long as she wanted to be sure about the amount of spices one should add to the soup recipe.

She continues to write instead of resuming the voice option when she did finish writing that all down, deciding on a whim she does need to practice on her non-cursive handwriting these days. }

I hope this will be of help! And I do applaud you for your efforts in wanting to learn for yourself and friends. They're quiet lucky a thoughtful woman as you is around for them.

voice;

[bided]

Well, that depends. What sorts of things do you all like to eat?

[ Because she has recipes, but. ]

And I'd be happy to show you how to work the oven. I'm not sure what sort of model you're working with, but the apartments have those big communal kitchens, don't they?

voice;

[tearmeanewone]

They do, yes. I've walked through the kitchen a few times, but I've never actually prepared my own meals--not even here.

[It's been a bit of a struggle.]

I guess most of the things I've had before could be classified as 'American food', but I want to try as many things as I can! And my, um, friends will probably eat anything I put in front of them...

[She watched Booker ate out of trashcans, and Robert didn't really remember to eat most of the time. Clearly it's Elizabeth's job to fix this.]

voice;

[bided]

...Well, I'm not sure about "American food" - [ because she's from like Amestris and a world without America ] - but I'd be happy to teach you some traditional Amestrian dishes, if you'd like.

[ more than happy, she never got to teach anyone to cook ]

I've had quite a bit of experience with cooking meals for several people.

[Voice]

[rather_be_surfing]

I can provide some recipes at least. Any idea of what they like to eat? And you as well.

[Voice]

[tearmeanewone]

Well... [Uncomfortable pause.] One of them just... has a tendency to eat pretty much anything he can find. [In whatever garbage can he finds.] And the other... I don't think food is terribly important to him, he tends to forget most of the time.

But I always ate fairly balanced meals--meats, vegetables, and grains. But nothing really inventive or exotic.

[Voice]

[rather_be_surfing]

All right; so go easy on the spices. This will seem a little weird to ask, but are you from Earth? And is there anything you don't like?

[This will definitely dictate what he cooks.]

[towered]

Well, I don't really have any recipes, but working the oven is easy! You just need to turn the little dial all the way up, so it cooks the food quickly.

[ Don't listen to her, she's a terrible cook. ]

[tearmeanewone]

Oh! Well that makes a lot of sense...

[Clearly.]

But if if's faster to turn the dial all the way up, why would there be other marks for lower temperatures?

[towered]

I think it's for people who want to make their dishes look in a particular way.

[folklorist]

[ Cooking you say? Helios has a knack for that most definitely. ] I have a few beginners cook books in the library if you'd like to stop by sometime and pick them up. I can put them off to the side for you if want.

[tearmeanewone]

[Library? Library? She is so there.]

I didn't even think to check! I'd love to take a look at them, if no one else needs them at the moment.

[folklorist]

Oh no! There's plenty of copies and different books in the library so you can take them out if you'd like. Should I set aside a few for you then?

voice

[heartofthematter]

[Did someone say cooking.]

I can help out, too! I wouldn't say I'm an expert in cooking, but I've always found it fun and my mom's taught me a lot... You can make a lot of simple meals for three with rice, even just by putting cooked vegetables over it or a raw egg. When you mix it up it tastes really delicious...

[You can literally do anything with rice Diamond loves it.]

voice

[tearmeanewone]

[Someone said cooking~]

That does sound good... and it sounds easy enough! I've never made rice before, though. Is it difficult?

[voice]

[handing]

Two new people? [Although it's been a very long time since she's spoken to Elizabeth, listening to the broadcast jogs Pepper's memories of her. She can see in her mind the woman asking about how the time differences work, along with life and death. The uncertainty she'd had about whether or not she and her friend had survived.

Maybe now she has those answers.]

I can help you out with that. The recipes and the oven bit. I've been learning how to cook myself. [Although she'd started off ahead of Elizabeth, since ovens weren't foreign to her even when she first started taking lessons with Eugene.]

[voice]

[tearmeanewone]

Ah, yes. [She smiles to herself, remembering with a small amount of embarrassment how frantic she had been thinking Booker had died without her there.] One of them is Booker, the person I was worried about when we met. It's nice to hear from you again, Pepper.

[Though it seems like Pepper's consistently helping Elizabeth adjust to nearly everything. Life in Luceti and now... ovens.]

It sounds like it would be really useful to learn how to do, especially considering I'm not feeding just myself anymore. Have you been using books?