[ Draft 4 ] Back on Schedule, but Not Enough Caffeine

[metharchy]

[Since the passengers were all so distracted with their babies over the weekend, Meth has some good news!]

Sergei's is ready for use again, and the stairs between deck eleven and twelve are repaired.

If you do not know how to cook I suggest you find someone who does and follow their exact instructions if you wish to learn.

...

[She takes a deep breath, sounding weary.]

The temple of deck thirteen will be temporarily off-limits to passengers. If there are any major repairs you may know of, tell me now. Don't know what happened to that list...

[Locked to AMU // Unhackable]

Do you have anything that can give me a boost of energy or something? Coffee's not doing the trick.

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[thenotmagician]

[Hi this is Zeke trying to cover up some of his enthusiasm but failing miserably at it]

Sweet! Thanks a bunch.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth sounds surprised.]

...you're welcome.

[A pause, there's some rustling with tarp in the background.]

Don't let the oven get blown up. Again.

[thenotmagician]

[Zeke is happy happy joy joy look at that. He doesn't have to share the kitchen with a creepy psycho lady anymore!]

Don't worry. I won't let it happen again.

[Like hell he'd let it blow up again ffff. Zelda is sticking to easybake oven, k?]

This calls for a celebration! How 'bout I cook ya something, eh?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Now she's really surprised.]

...you...want to cook something for me.

[Somebody sounds very, very skeptical.]

[thenotmagician]

[Zeke's much too happy right now to be iffy with you, Meth. You better believe it. The cake is not a lie!]

Of course! For fixin' up Sergei's and everything.

[And he also just wanted to cook something in his own kitchen again]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Fixing Sergei's is part of my job. It's not necessary.

[She heads there anyway if only to see what Zeke thinks of the new kitchen.]

[thenotmagician]

What's your point, eh?

[Zeke's already at Sergei's. He's already in the kitchen. And, really, he hasn't paid attention to any of the new changes at all. He's just glad to be back in the kitchen. He's already messing with everything inside. Hello bowls! Hello spices! Hello cook books! Hello incredibly old, ancient, dried up piece of ham in the back of the fridge]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth leaned against the doorway when she arrived, not bothering to reply until she arrived.]

I made my point. You don't need to.

[thenotmagician]

[Zeke turns to look at Meth after she arrives and crosses his arms]

Yeah, well, I want to. How 'bout that, eh?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[She crosses her arms over her chest as well, raising an eyebrow. Unable to think of something else to counter him, she looks away.]

Fine.

[Stubborn passengers.]

[thenotmagician]

[Well now, Zeke just looks amused]

What? Are y'afraid to try my cooking? Is that it?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth, however, does not look amused.]

Not afraid of a meal.

[thenotmagician]

Well good.

[Oh look, Zeke pulled his trusty notepad and pen out of his pocket!]

What'll it be, then?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Something quick.

[She had lots to do today, after all.]

[thenotmagician]

Okay, okay. Somethin' quick.

[Well, that'll do. He didn't really want to make something big at the moment, anyways. He kinda liked the current neat and tidiness of the kitchen right now]

How about just a soup and sandwich thing, eh? Sound good?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Whatever you want.

[Meth wasn't picky and, to be honest, somewhat uncomfortable having a passenger do something for her.

She looked around the kitchen.]

The kitchen isn't the same. What do you think?

[thenotmagician]

It's great. Don't think it's ever been this clean before.

[Oh hey gettin' your soup ready now]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

It isn't the same design. I moved a couple things.

[The old layout hadn't been an efficient use of space. She sniffed at the air. Hmm...]

That smells good.

[thenotmagician]

Yeah, I've noticed.

[He just went to open a cabinet that, well, wasn't there anymore]

Well that's good. Wouldn't wanna scare you away with something that smelt horrible.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

I don't scare.

[Hadn't she said as much already? She couldn't help but sniff at the air again. It really did smell delicious.]

What kind is it?

[thenotmagician]

Curried butternut squash soup with mint oil. Sounds good, eh?

[Well, while that's cooking, he'll get busy making your sandwich, Meth]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth had no idea if it sounded good or not. But it smelled good.]

Sure.

[She watched Zeke work with mild interest. Building a sandwich wasn't all that different from building a house, Meth mused.]

[thenotmagician]

[Some finishing touches to the sandwich,--hey, you get one of those fancy toothpicks, Meth--some extra pepper to the soup, some stirring. Oh hey look, food's ready. He's just gonna pour some soup on a bowl and there you go! Soup and sandwich, Meth. Oh yeah, there's a spoon, too]

There y'go. Enjoy.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth Looked at the food, and then up at Zeke a moment...then back to the food. She picked up the spoon, scooped up a small amount and brought it to her lips. She blew on the soup to cool it before taking a sip.

She hadn't been expecting anything spectacular, which is why she was so surprised when the flavor bloomed and evolved in her mouth, growing complex as she let it glide over her tongue and down her throat. Her face betrayed nothing of her surprise.]

Hm.

[She did however take the next bite a bit more quickly than before.]

[thenotmagician]

[Zeke that learned that, well, it wasn't actually polite to STARE at people while they ate. They kinda found it awkward. So while Meth was eating, Zeke was going around cleaning up his workspace, putting things away, pondering if he should put the leftovers away...]