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It's a party, ya'll

who: Everyone's invited!
what: That potluck he mentioned
when: Saturday afternoon
where: The park
warnings: None so far!

[True to form, Remy pulled out all the stops for this particular potluck. He has it on good authority that Rogue's bringing cornbread, but he's got what seems to be a wireless two-burner setup that he's brought along to the park, one of which is dominated by a very large pot of fragrant and spicy gumbo, and the other by a very large pot of cooked white rice, on warm. There's a small table with plastic-seeming (but totally biodegradable) bowls and utensils, two large coolers (because people might be bringing drinks), two big folding tables (for all the things that might be brought) and a big expanse of the park to cop a squat in and have some good grub, place some outdoors-y things, and have some fun! The park as a grill too, if someone wants to fire it up!]

(OOC: Feel free to post your own starters and have a ball! This is meant to be fun, after all. If you want Remy specifically, let me know! He'll be wandering around.)

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Being near all these people, with what was going on, had Gyda feeling nervous. She could stand crowds in the streets because they were always moving, and the stick made it easier to travel, but in one area and around strangers, navigation was trickier.

She had to feel around where the plates were, the area where the smell of food was fainter to make room for things. She also tried to recall that most put those things at the end of the table, so that narrowed where to go. Gyda was also certain she put a few people off by sniffing or feeling for utensils, but she flat out refused any help; they should only be glad she didn't do more than sniff or ask what was being served.

She was trying to find a place to sit (not easy with one hand holding a plate) when she heard someone speak in her direction. "I suppose so?"

Perhaps she'd have a better answer if she could find a place to sit.

Freya watched the young girl with growing interest. She was obviously blind and stubborn on top of that. It was interesting and Freya found the girls attempts commendable.

"There is grass underneath you if you want to sit."

She was already sitting on the ground, a few plates of food scattered next to one side.

"I know." She would've rolled her eyes if she saw the point in it. Even wearing shoes, she could tell it was grass by the feel and smell of it; there was something to be said about her other senses finally catching up.

Carefully, she shuffled and used her cane to find an empty patch of grass. Anyone in her way would earn a half-hearted 'sorry', but it was either this way or risk sitting on someone (and frankly this would've been the more embarrassing option).

Eventually, she did manage to find a place to sit down.

Freya did roll her eyes, knowing that the young girl couldn't see her. "I meant that you can sit because if you don't you'll end up walking on me because I'm sitting here. You might be small but my cake wouldn't live through it." Her voice was light and teasing.

She nibbled at her cake and then licked some frosting off of her fork. Freya loved the outside and she loved food. This cookout was the summation of those two things that she loved.

"The cake is good, you should try some."

The teasing didn't bother her in the least. Her family always teased eachother when things were light, but lately it seemed they were too worried about teasing with her condition. She almost wished that wasn't the case and she could fight back verbally like Ivar did with his bones.

"I never would," She answered back, nearly smirking. "I'd hit you with the cane first, giving you plenty of time to move out of the way."

She lifted her plate up to her nose. The only way she could really know what food was what (besides eating it of course), was keeping it in separate portions. She found which one was the cake and took a bite; carrot. "I've yet to have cake that wasn't good, unless of course the baker was a bad one."

Freya broke out into light, happy laughter. "Oh man, I better look out then. I bet that you're a beast with that cane too. You look all cute and innocent and you just wack people to get them to move." Her laughter subsides into a snicker. "That's the kind of deviousness that I can get behind."

It's also what Freya would do if she was blind. Then again, it was a little different for her. She wasn't human and relied on her sense of smell just as much, if not more, than she did on her sight.

"I agree. Though I have met bad bakers. It's always a shame when I cake is bad. So far, everything here has been amazing."

She was not the only one to say so. Her brother teased her a lot on the matter-back when he did tease her. "I never wack people to get them to move," That was just rude after all. "Only when they refuse to get out of the way or start mocking me."

There was a difference after all. "I used to enjoy baking, when I was able to see. I loved baking with modern ovens, it's so much easier." No more having to worry about fuel and or the fire going out.

Freya hummed and her voice suddenly sounded like Yoda from Star Wars. "Patience you must have." Her lips twisted into a smile. "Weird wording aside, that sounds pretty legit. I'd probably just wack people because I can and I think it'd be funny. Not hard, mind you, but a little wack never hurt anyone."

It was probably a good thing that Freya wasn't blind, she'd terrorize so many people.

"You can't bake now? I get that it'd be harder but I don't think it's impossible. You just need to learn a new way to do it." She paused thoughtfully. "Maybe we can figure it out together. Mind you, I absolutely fail at baking, so it'd be mostly you. I'm just good at solving weird problems in creative ways."

"I could," She nearly crunched the paper plate in her hands, the constant frustration always there. Some days she could control it better than others, but it was always there. "I just need to relearn how. I need to relearn everything."

She was making progress in that regard. Learning where things were, learning how to set things up, but cooking and baking were still processes she was working on. "I can find measuring devices if they're labeled and properly set, and some ingredients, but I'm still learning to read braille and I'm not allowed to use the oven."

Gyda angrily stabbed at a piece of meat. Before she lost her sight, she could just nearly run a home by herself if she chose to, it was something she took pride in. Now, she didn't even have that.

Freya thought about that for a moment. "How about this. I'll let you use my oven, if you teach me how to cook." It was the communal buildings oven and she's already started like five fires in it. It wouldn't really be a chance if Freya was cooking with a blind girl.

"What do you say? I think I get more out of it because I really suck at cooking but it might be fun." Her grin widened. "If we catch something on fire, well that's fun too."

She's a fan of interesting situations and activities.

She frowned. Using the oven wasn't the issue, it was that she was unable to tell the temperature except through holding a hand out, and that was just as dangerous; to say nothing of using the timer or even being able to see if a recipe was done.

On the other hand, perhaps if she had supervision.

Then she caught what she said afterwards and frowned. "Fire in the kitchen is nothing to laugh at. If you were to get scared and panic, both of us could trip and fall and the fire would get even worse."

Her brother was already sulking from the attack and her father would never not worry about her; neither would feel any better if a fire started in the homestead.

Freya looked over at the younger girl with an easy expression. "Yeah but I don't get scared and panic. I've set a lot of fire's and have put them all out." Eventually, only one fire had involved the fire department being called and that involved a dorm room and a hot plate.

"My point is, that it'll be fine. I'll look out for you and maybe we can come up with ways for you to be able to cook on your own too. Like a device to put on your fingertips that helps you tell the oven's temperature or something."

She was just throwing out ideas, plausible or not.

She saw fires as well. Not just the calming ones in the hearth or the yul bonfires, but the wild ones started by an attacking enemy-fires of all sorts happened.

On the other hand, she did miss cooking, proper cooking. She knew she could only do it with supervision, but at this point it was better than nothing. She told her such, adding. "But you would know if such devices exist or not."

"Maybe and maybe not. I was thinking we could invent devices that are specific to what you want to do. I'd make them." It wasn't that the tools already existed but that Freya wanted to create them. It'd probably be difficult and take a lot of work but it also kind of sounded like it might be fun.

That and Freya assumed she'd get to eat most of the things they cooked which was well worth the effort. Food was always worth the effort.

The cautious side of her wasn't entirely certain. They could do all sorts of things with magic and electricity here, but surely there were limits. The last time she took a daring move, she ended up like this. Perhaps she should try it, since she was this way anyway-her father would want her to try.

"Alright, lets do it." She moved her fork around her plate, realizing she'd eaten most of it already. "What is your name?"

Of all their talking, Gyda realized they've yet to exchange names.

"Freya." She smiled and took a bite of her cake. "What's your name?"

Introductions didn't feel as important as talking and getting to know someone. Plus, Freya already had Gyda's scent which was all she needed if she wanted find the girl again.

"Like the goddess." Perhaps she was meant to teach her how to cook, even if it meant having to find creative ways around the kitchen. "Mine is Gyda."

She wondered if the woman knew of the rest of her family.

"Yeah." Freya smiled. She liked the history behind her name, even if it was a little odd where she was from.

"It's nice to meet you Today."

"So..what do you here besides trying to avoid kitchen fires?" She had to restrain herself from asking the more detailed questions: what did she look like, how old was she (her voice made it sound like she was atleast a young woman)-what was her world like?

She also debated on getting something to drink. Unfortunately, between handling her plate and navigating with the cane made such multi tasking difficult.

"Oh. I'm an engineer at the Prometheus labs. I've been trying to creature a robot that can gather trash and then compost it in a safe way so that it doesn't hurt the moons echo system." She was all for protecting the planet and wildlife. At least until that wildlife tried to attack her, then Freya was all for surviving.

"It's kind of nice. I make my own hours and it makes it feel like I'm not so locked up in the city." Which she hated.

"What about you?"

Freya would be happy to help Gyda, as she would anyone who wasn't blind and didn't have enough hands to get themselves a drink but she didn't do things unless she was asked.

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