[ GOD DOES HE ALSO HOPE THAT THE XIANZHOU WILL BE ALRIGHT
he doesn't comment on it because it's a little heavy for the conversation at hand, but he sighs a little before getting into the fridge. ]
I'll need to wrangle that boy into preparing a meal with me. Someone has to test his cooking. [ he jokes, tail wagging slightly. ] Come by any time. We have lots of it, after all.
[ cute... but, oh, a question. ] Oh - Chrono! He introduced me to french fries, yesterday. He's a nice young man.
[ he seems pleased by this? maybe it's just the learning opportunity part, but you know. everything is a joy when you're taair in heaven! ] I've never had a roommate before, not really, so I look forward to it.
It's good to hear you're making friends. [ that's a little more warm. ] Come here, help me prepare this while you tell me about the people you've met, hm?
[ and therefore fascinating!! so he laughs a little at that and nods, coming over. he has to reach up and fold his fwooshy sleeves up, tucking them in and sliding his little half gloves back so he can go wash his hands. ]
And... I'd be happy to tell, and of course, happy to help! Though you may have to guide me...I've never actually cooked anything before.
[ look at his fucking outfit "he's blind" look at his ]
Not once. [ sheepishly ] It's not really something I've ever had to do.
But! I have a feeling you'll be an excellent teacher, Jiaoqiu, from that much alone. I find that passion and enjoyment helps to guide expertise. [ so! a new experience for a taair, which is exciting. he sets his hands on his hips, surveying whatever he's laid out. ] What are we making?
Now, I feel as though I should be insulted...? [ he says that with a laugh, though, teasing as he takes up the proper spot beside him. ] Yes, I can! Perhaps I am a master swordsman, or a master knifework assassin...?
[ the little thwack startles him into a laugh, because that's a very new one!! thank you asian auntie ]
Oh. [ taair says with a little sigh. ] Well, yes, you're correct - I could not assassinate my way out of a bedsheet.
[ obviously this does not bother him any when his ploy is immediately seen through because it was a completely ridiculous ploy. look at him he's wearing a giant feather pin.
but he does laugh when he says it, and he nods as he looks over at the tofu...? with his hands or a knife. he considers both for a moment, and the curiosity eventually wins - he reaches to the bowl. ]
Tofu...? I've never seen anything like this before. It's... oh! [ as he picks up his first piece - ] It's jiggly.
[ there's a little whirlwind of a thought that he could introduce taair to moze - and then the realization that no, that's impossible. just for a second his heart aches, and then... that's gone. it's alright.
he distracts himself instead with watching taair take the tofu with his hands, amused. ]
It is. It's made of soy milk, or rather, the curds of it. On its on it's very simple, but fry it, add some soy sauce and chili oil, and you have the start of something hearty and filling.
[ chops green onions, as he talks. carefully, a little slowly. his eyes don't leave the cutting board, as he does. ]
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he doesn't comment on it because it's a little heavy for the conversation at hand, but he sighs a little before getting into the fridge. ]
I'll need to wrangle that boy into preparing a meal with me. Someone has to test his cooking. [ he jokes, tail wagging slightly. ] Come by any time. We have lots of it, after all.
Who did you end up rooming with?
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[ cute... but, oh, a question. ] Oh - Chrono! He introduced me to french fries, yesterday. He's a nice young man.
[ he seems pleased by this? maybe it's just the learning opportunity part, but you know. everything is a joy when you're taair in heaven! ] I've never had a roommate before, not really, so I look forward to it.
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[ BE NICE ]
It's good to hear you're making friends. [ that's a little more warm. ] Come here, help me prepare this while you tell me about the people you've met, hm?
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[ and therefore fascinating!! so he laughs a little at that and nods, coming over. he has to reach up and fold his fwooshy sleeves up, tucking them in and sliding his little half gloves back so he can go wash his hands. ]
And... I'd be happy to tell, and of course, happy to help! Though you may have to guide me...I've never actually cooked anything before.
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[ what are you some kind of rich boy
jiaoqiu glances over in his direction, proud of him for washing his hands. good job. ]
I don't mind guiding you. Cooking is easy. A series of steps, leading to the same result every time - soothing, really.
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Not once. [ sheepishly ] It's not really something I've ever had to do.
But! I have a feeling you'll be an excellent teacher, Jiaoqiu, from that much alone. I find that passion and enjoyment helps to guide expertise. [ so! a new experience for a taair, which is exciting. he sets his hands on his hips, surveying whatever he's laid out. ] What are we making?
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anyway, he doesn't argue the passion and enjoyment bit, but he looks wryly amused at it. yeah, sure. something like that. ]
Army stew. I promise it's much more appealing than it sounds. Can you handle a knife without hurting yourself?
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Now, I feel as though I should be insulted...? [ he says that with a laugh, though, teasing as he takes up the proper spot beside him. ] Yes, I can! Perhaps I am a master swordsman, or a master knifework assassin...?
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I only don't want to have to reattach a finger before having a meal. [ he huffs. ] In any case, you are too noisy to be an assassin.
[ this is all just teasing, his tone dancing and easy. ]
The tofu should be finished. You can rip it to pieces with your fingers, or cut it with a knife.
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Oh. [ taair says with a little sigh. ] Well, yes, you're correct - I could not assassinate my way out of a bedsheet.
[ obviously this does not bother him any when his ploy is immediately seen through because it was a completely ridiculous ploy. look at him he's wearing a giant feather pin.
but he does laugh when he says it, and he nods as he looks over at the tofu...? with his hands or a knife. he considers both for a moment, and the curiosity eventually wins - he reaches to the bowl. ]
Tofu...? I've never seen anything like this before. It's... oh! [ as he picks up his first piece - ] It's jiggly.
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he distracts himself instead with watching taair take the tofu with his hands, amused. ]
It is. It's made of soy milk, or rather, the curds of it. On its on it's very simple, but fry it, add some soy sauce and chili oil, and you have the start of something hearty and filling.
[ chops green onions, as he talks. carefully, a little slowly. his eyes don't leave the cutting board, as he does. ]