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isleofavalon2021-01-05 08:37 pm
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π§ WHO: Kagami and You! A sorta mingle post, do what you want.
βοΈοΈ WHAT: His best friend has gone home (again) so Kagami is cooking up a storm!! He would emotionally eat but even this is a bit much. So, have a buffet, everyone.
πΊοΈ WHERE: His apartment. Somehow.
π WHEN: Forward-dated TBD.
β οΈ WARNINGS: Food porn, ig
It wasn't until he was making his fourth loaf of bread that he realized what he was doing. But it wasn't until he was on his third hamburger patty being seasoned and molded that decided there might be a problem.
Oh, he could eat all this, but was he going to stop cooking? Probably not. And therein lied the problem. Sure, he used to joke with his friends about being a fatty when he was emotional and eating more than his usual stupid amount. But he had a feeling he really would this time and even he would end up regretting it the following day. But there was a buzz, an energy that he couldn't quell. Could he play it off? Sure, if the basketball court that Takao was trying to put together was finished, but it wasn't. So now he was left with his other talent and that was cooking.
The portable grill was heating up and he was on his seventh patty.
His home smelled like bread, it was going to soon smell like meat. And probably more. He had a lot more bread dough left, lots of ingredients in his pantry and fridge and he wanted to use them. He rested his hands on the counter, propping himself up for a moment as he thought about what to do. He could just have a veritable mountain leftovers, he could likely finish it all before they went bad but... nah. That wasn't gonna cut it. He placed each patty on the grill and then took a moment to wash his hands and grab his phone.
He sent out a quick network post, complete with video to show what he had made so far, and then left it open for requests. May as well see what others wanted that he could -- maybe -- make.
Then, he set the phone down and opened the door and kept the screen door closed. The smell of food would definitely waft out, but it would also prevent Tiger from wandering off. Byakko was off doing whatever he did when he wasn't around, so that saved on room in the otherwise small-ish apartment.
Bon Appetit, Avalon.
βοΈοΈ WHAT: His best friend has gone home (again) so Kagami is cooking up a storm!! He would emotionally eat but even this is a bit much. So, have a buffet, everyone.
πΊοΈ WHERE: His apartment. Somehow.
π WHEN: Forward-dated TBD.
β οΈ WARNINGS: Food porn, ig
It wasn't until he was making his fourth loaf of bread that he realized what he was doing. But it wasn't until he was on his third hamburger patty being seasoned and molded that decided there might be a problem.
Oh, he could eat all this, but was he going to stop cooking? Probably not. And therein lied the problem. Sure, he used to joke with his friends about being a fatty when he was emotional and eating more than his usual stupid amount. But he had a feeling he really would this time and even he would end up regretting it the following day. But there was a buzz, an energy that he couldn't quell. Could he play it off? Sure, if the basketball court that Takao was trying to put together was finished, but it wasn't. So now he was left with his other talent and that was cooking.
The portable grill was heating up and he was on his seventh patty.
His home smelled like bread, it was going to soon smell like meat. And probably more. He had a lot more bread dough left, lots of ingredients in his pantry and fridge and he wanted to use them. He rested his hands on the counter, propping himself up for a moment as he thought about what to do. He could just have a veritable mountain leftovers, he could likely finish it all before they went bad but... nah. That wasn't gonna cut it. He placed each patty on the grill and then took a moment to wash his hands and grab his phone.
He sent out a quick network post, complete with video to show what he had made so far, and then left it open for requests. May as well see what others wanted that he could -- maybe -- make.
Then, he set the phone down and opened the door and kept the screen door closed. The smell of food would definitely waft out, but it would also prevent Tiger from wandering off. Byakko was off doing whatever he did when he wasn't around, so that saved on room in the otherwise small-ish apartment.
Bon Appetit, Avalon.
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The door's wide open, but it feels a little rude to just step right in, so Stella hovers at the entrance and calls through. ]
Helloooooo! Anybody home? I'm here for the food!
[ At least she's honest... ]
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Door's open. Foods on the table, just go straight and look right.
[The kitchen and dining area where basically next to each other, so Kagami was easily seen from the dining area where the food was laid out just in front of the counter separating the two areas. He didn't have much in the way of heat sources, but if the food got cold, he had a microwave and some room in the oven for reheating if need be.]
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[ Like a polite houseguest, Stella hastily steps out of her shoes and comes skittering into the house in her socks. She's in such a hurry to find the food that she gets herself turned around for a second but finally... finally... she finds her goldmine. It really is like a dream come true. ]
Holy crap, you really cooked all this food? This looks amazing!
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Take it easy or you're gonna fall over, geez. The foods not going anywhere.
[He finally went back to what he was cooking now, a pizza.]
Ah, I did.
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[ She plops herself down at the table and drums her hands excitedly. There's so much that she's a little lost for where to start, so she calls through to him again; ]
What d'you recommend I start with?