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idk i'm hungry
But, like,
your character is cooking dinner, right?
What kind of dinner does your character make? Are they a good chef? Are they awful? Ordering take out?
And the character below, they have to eat it.
So how will the character below react? Do they like what you cooked? Will they hate it? What will they cook?
idk
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OC 1: I'll cook a cake because I'm a baker
OC 2: Hey, that's pretty good. Now it's my turn to cook. I'm going to order pizza because I can't cook.
OC 3: Gross, I hate pineapples on pizza. I'm cooking space pasta because I'm an alien and cook non-Earth dishes.
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En felt himself drooling when he saw the onions rolling lazily on the counter. It wasn't until they were chopped up that he realized Caleb was talking. "Oh, that's right, you're part-siren too!" he chirped. It was the whole reason the two even met, or a happy coincidence.
Caleb may have felt differently, but En appreciated meeting another partial siren, even if they were different sirens themselves. What were the sirens Caleb came from like? Were they like his home's, upper class elites that favored their singing above all else? No, he didn't seem that way, especially if he was offering to cook for him.
Ahh, it was smelling better and better in the room. His grumbling stomach agreed. The sizzling sound of meat on the pan was almost as hypnotic as a siren call.
His patience was rewarded and soon a plate was set down before him. En felt himself drool again. It almost felt like he was stealing from a five star restaurant! Oh, he couldn't wait! He eagerly cut into the meat. Wow, look at the juices coming out of it...! Add some of those onions and...
The prince melted in his seat. "This is amazing," he sighed dreamily. He hadn't tasted anything like this since before his exile with his chefs. The flavors worked so well! This pork chop was so tender, too! Had he ever tasted anything like this?
"Thank you so much for making this. I wish there was something I could give you in return," he said between bites. "Hey, what'd you mean by "human"?"
"Here!" En sat down besides you, two (paper) plates in hand, one handed to you. Both of them had a simple ham sandwich with slices of cheese and mustard, not sloppily put together but there was clear evidence of him rushing.
The prince gave you an embarrassed smile and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry it's not something super special, these were the only ingredients I had on me. Well, there were some vegetables, but I don't know how to cook with them. Usually my friend uses that." He took a bite, smiling wider. "You know, I never had anything like this before my, uh, exile." Saying that last word still stung. "It seems so stupid but it was a whole different world I lived in. Now I see all these delicious and great things from what I would've considered simple back then. Isn't that cool?"