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riverviewlogs2017-07-16 03:30 pm
realimperfect) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-16 03:30 pm
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( closed ) mission : dinner
who: Re-L Mayer & Chloe Decker
what: Cooking lessons... this may not go all that well
when: After Carnival has settled down.
where: Re-L's Apartment
warnings: Probably language thanks to Re-L being an easily frustrated baby.
After dealing with the stress of trying to make it through crowds for a week to get herself basic sustenance.. Re-L's finally given in from her head strong refusal to actually learn to cook. It probably helped that the offering teacher had been Chloe. They were enough alike that she wasn't all that concerned about it turning in to some odd appointment to stand around and laugh at her inability (the entire time). One or two may be allowed because, really.. she understands that this is absolutely ridiculous. She's 20 years old and can barely feed herself without the assistance of a restaurant or some greasy take out place, and it was time that all of that came to an end she thinks.
She'd asked Chloe about what she was thinking to make and what she would need to make it beforehand, and had made a trip to the store to grab what she'd mentioned, which was now littering her previously pristinely cleaned and arranged kitchen counters arranged in what she believes will be the correct groupings for use.
It's all a little nerve racking, if she's honest, but...
If she could learn how to ice skate, she could learn how to cook. How hard could it possibly be?
By the way she's staring at the food on the counter... apparently very.
what: Cooking lessons... this may not go all that well
when: After Carnival has settled down.
where: Re-L's Apartment
warnings: Probably language thanks to Re-L being an easily frustrated baby.
After dealing with the stress of trying to make it through crowds for a week to get herself basic sustenance.. Re-L's finally given in from her head strong refusal to actually learn to cook. It probably helped that the offering teacher had been Chloe. They were enough alike that she wasn't all that concerned about it turning in to some odd appointment to stand around and laugh at her inability (the entire time). One or two may be allowed because, really.. she understands that this is absolutely ridiculous. She's 20 years old and can barely feed herself without the assistance of a restaurant or some greasy take out place, and it was time that all of that came to an end she thinks.
She'd asked Chloe about what she was thinking to make and what she would need to make it beforehand, and had made a trip to the store to grab what she'd mentioned, which was now littering her previously pristinely cleaned and arranged kitchen counters arranged in what she believes will be the correct groupings for use.
It's all a little nerve racking, if she's honest, but...
If she could learn how to ice skate, she could learn how to cook. How hard could it possibly be?
By the way she's staring at the food on the counter... apparently very.
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Then again, she's never watched Re-L use a kitchen before, so the night was still young.
Nevertheless, she arrives at Re-L apartment at the designated time, recipes on-hand as she rings the doorbell.
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The door bell ringing brings her out of her pensive stare at the food on her counter, pushing herself up from where she'd been leaning to get the door. Not many people even knew where she lived, now that she was out of the communal housing, and she liked to keep it that way. No need to have people coming to her past her inbox for cases and things like that, the less people who could direct someone to her the better. Chloe, though, she doesn't mind. She feels as though there's only a small chance she'll direct people her way, and probably only for lack of other options.
Her door swings open to Re-L in a bit more of a relaxed style, still all black, just.. less buttoned up and restrictive. "Glad you found it alright - come in."
The apartment is airy and obviously mostly new, a smaller space that's a bit sparsely decorated for the moment because she's not spent a lot of time bothering with decoration. There's a few plants around, probably gifts, a decidedly unopened bottle of whiskey tucked away in the corner of her counter top that was a gift from Bones as a laugh at her for drinking wine. "Everything's on the counter top. I think it's the most action this space has seen since I moved in."
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Not that she necessarily minded sharing. She likes her roommates well enough as well, especially because they, or at least Edward, indulge her in her need to research what she can about this place. And even though she doesn't really like to acknowledge it, a small part of her prefers the company rather than being alone. It helps her not think about Trixie so much, and how if she were home, she would've been running out to greet her the moment she stepped inside with a huge smile on her face.
But that's neither here nor there. She quickly makes her way to the kitchen, sitting down her notes and examining the ingredients and various other items she requested her to get. "Perfect. I wrote down and brought a few recipes for us to try. Before we get started, though, how much experience do you have with cooking exactly?"
She knows Re-L's told her she's been 'useless' in terms of cooking before, but it'd be helpful to know if she's ever used a stove or oven. And if not, then that's as good of a starting place as any.
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"At least partially. Sometimes you can hear the neighbors, but at least they don't live in the same space as you constantly. I'm also really enjoying a private shower not shared with an entire floor of people..." It's not that anyone had been a peeper or anything like that, just... Re-L preferred to have spaces like bathrooms to herself, where she knew they were cleaned and maintained in a way that she preferred. The same with a kitchen space, not that she'd ever cooked there. At least here she knew what was what and how things were cleaned up after.. and the controlling part of her brain that didn't want to think anything was particularly up to standard unless she'd seen it herself.
She moves a book off of the small breakfast bar area, probably some volume of philosophy she's going back through in an actual paper book this time around, as Chloe looks over what she's picked out. The inevitable question about how much experience she has in the kitchen comes up as she turns back, adjusting the over sized shirt she's put on for comfort (and because she's not offended if it gets ruined) as she tries to calculate -
"Let's make the long story short and I've once tried to make noodles, failed, and the closest I've been to a kitchen is watching Vincent and Pino cook over the hot plate for the past... mmn.. two months? That we've been on the Rabbit."
So, to wrap up, all in all experience? None. At all.
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As Re-L speaks, she goes about reorganizing a few items according to what meal they go with, pursing her lips as she considers that response. So teaching her how to use a stove it is, then. "What happened with the noodles?" she asks, unable to stop her curiosity.
Just. It's noodles. How does one fail at noodles?
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There's a short pause wherein Re-L takes a moment to wonder if she really wants to regale Chloe with this story. It isn't one of the finer moments in her short history of life, if she's honest, and there's no damn way even Vincent would've done anything other than laugh about it. Which he had, even though she'd probably wasted water and noodles that they hadn't really been able to afford messing up at the time. But, well, lessons were lessons and she hadn't been asked to cook since, so... maybe it wasn't all so damn bad.
"I was trying to follow instructions on how to cook them so that Vincent and Pino could gather supplies... you know, trying to get the most done with the light we had left, but.." She pauses, sighs from across the breakfast bar, and finishes the story. "The pot boiled over when I wasn't paying the most exacting attention, spooked me and... I spilled the noodles over the floor completely."
There. They never even were cooked, Chloe. "I was still finding random bits of dried noodle before I ended up on the Eluvio and then.. here."
"At least I was never asked to cook again."
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"It happens to the best of us," she comments, grabbing one of the large pots situated on the table. "Why don't we start with that, then? Might help break some of that nervousness." She holds out the pot for her and nods towards it. "Want to fill this up?"
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She'd led a life of near complete leisure before leaving the Dome and joining Vincent on the Rabbit - cooking, cleaning, all of that had been taken care of by autoreivs from one place or another, or she'd simply eaten out. So learning everything had been a bit of a.. struggle and process. Vincent couldn't do it all, all the time, that much she'd figured out when things had started to fall behind, and there was only so much Pino was willing to do - and so Re-L had come to learn the special little duty of 'chores' for the first time in her life at nineteen years old.
"Might as well." She takes the pot with a look like she's facing down an age old enemy or something, heading to the sink with it. Sure, it's not her specialty, really, but at some point she had to face down the ghoul known as 'cooking' and get on with her life as best she could. Anyway, she was sure Chloe would try her best, just... this whole thing may not really be her talent in life. She'd been given many gifts, but one of them was possibly not the patience for cooking.
"Who taught you how to cook?" Curiosity biting at her again, plus.. she's curious about when other people might've started learning these things.
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"My dad," she finally answers. "Most of the cooking was done by him. My mom was never really around enough to make consistent meals for us, so he would do it instead. I think he liked doing it, too. We always got to spend some quality time together when he cooked."
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"All of the people here talk about parents and I always wonder what that would have been like." She had been raised by an autoreiv and her Doctor, mostly, and though Donov Mayer had a bit of a hand in things, often he was too busy with being the Regent to do much with her other than demand better behavior or an amendment to her education. There's an increasingly alien feeling, to being raised the way she had, though Re-L had never once questioned it before. It's either the curse of being the Regent's granddaughter, or being as she was period. Sussing out which wasn't really a priority just yet, for her.
"By the way you're talking about him I assume he's no long living?" She's keen enough for that, though it's probably indelicate to ask the question so straight out. With the pot full enough to maybe prevent an over flow like before, Re-L turns off the water and deposits the pot on the stove top. If she could even get past the boiling water part she'd feel at least slight accomplishment.