Your OC Makes Dinner

Alcott sat awkwardly at the table, his arms crossed and jaw clenched. He was asked to test out one of these new robot things, at least long enough to see how their cooking was. Well he didn't trust them, not one bit. He didn't like this new era of robots or androids or whatever the hell you call them taking control of everything and taking working humans' jobs.
He angrily breathed out smoke from his cigarette when his dish was set down before him. He gazed at it, half-expecting poison or... or oil on it. No, it looked like something straight out of a magazine. Alcott glanced up at Camdyn, searching for any telling sigh. Nothing either. Sighing, the teacher reluctantly sliced into his salmon and took a bit. He hesitated. It was... It was... godly. Flavors all balanced and complimenting each other, the texture soft and warm. He took a sip of his lemonade, even finding that that was perfect.
He ate the dish faster than he liked to admit. It was all flawless, all... perfect.
"Maybe you robots aren't so bad," Alcott chuckled, replacing his cigarette for a toothpick. "But I still don't trust you."

"How's a nice steak?" Alcott beamed as he set down a plate in front of you. It's a large steak, given some of what he liked to call "secret seasoning", and it's cooked medium rare. On the side there are a few crispy asparagus and buttery mashed potatoes.
"Smells good, doesn't it? I make the best steak in the nation, maybe even the world! Go on, take a bite. No robot can copy that!"

Star looked at Holland with a smirk. "Haha just the way I like it bro, less carbs that way."
She picked up the fork with her large paw and stabbed the patty and nibbled on it before wolfing it down in a few bites.
She let out a slight hyena whoop and chitter of appreciation, warm food is always so much nicer then just scarfing down raw meat.
She completely ignores the sauce, why ruin good potatoes with sauce.
Giving a nervous smile to the hungry looking Hunter before her "One day I gotta make some food for you bro!"

The smell of  honey and meat carried from the kitchen.
Star smiled as she ran the honey over the sausages to give it a nice glaze and let it soak in and absorb the flavour.
As she left them to sizzle she checked on the sweet potatoes cooking in the oven. She was in no way an amazing cook like the few professional chefs that reside in her mothers mansion but the kind maid had given her lessons in home cooked meals as she thought it would be a available skills.
She delicately took the food in her clean claws and plated them. Doing a quick once over with her eyes to make sure no fur had fallen in, she was satisfied.
It's smell is warm and comforting, something akin to what a grandmother would make.

"Mm! This is really good! This would be worth... this penny with both sides tails and a pair of ultra soft slippers. If you will accept that I'll just... do the honors of cleaning this plate!" She said, proceeding to shovel sweet potato into her mouth.

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The air began to reek with the stench of scorched bread as Salley opened her oven. She clicked her tongue and exhaled over the oven, freezing the contents solid. "No, wait, now it's back the way it started...." 

She sighed, then brought a formerly frozen, then burned, then frozen again pizza out of the oven, setting it down in the middle of her dining room table. "... 'Enjoy'."

Aaron forced a flawless smile on his face as he took the frozen pizza in his hands. "Thank you. It looks great!" he lied, discreetly heating up the pizza with what little demigod power he had left. He reassures Salley that it's totally fine in order to buy time, but it wasn't enough to make the pizza hot. He ate quickly, thinking at least it was little different from his usual meals, anyways.

"Ah the cookies are done!" Aaron opens up the oven and the scent of freshly baked cookies waft throughtoht the room. He brings the tray to you and you can see the all the different types and shapes of cookies there with some you don't even knew existed let alone recognize, each one looking more mouthwatering than the last. It smells like homemade heaven on a platter. He gives you a warm smile. "Go ahead and eat as many as you like!"

Maylu traipses over to the dinner table and takes a seat, leering down at the lukewarm leftovers with some misgivings. She glances back up at the roo-dog to meet his eager grin, and forces out a gracious smile of her own, if only for the validation. "Chinese food.. you say?" She picks up the chopsticks, and her first reaction is to push the reheated, soggy spring roll to the back of the plate. She frowns at the grease trail it smears along the dish. She hates touching greasy things after all, nevermind putting it in her own mouth. She picks up a few grains of the Spanish rice and chews it between her front teeth, as if testing it. But it's hard and salty, and not to her liking at all. At this point, she doesn't even bother hiding her disinterest in the meal, as she stirs and pushes the food around with her utensils for the next half hour. Once Faze has fallen asleep due to utter boredom, she gets up from the table with a lackadaisical gesture, "..I'm full." and then tosses the takeout into the rubbish bin, plate included.

It's quite cold outside tonight, and Maylu is expecting you maybe hungry after a tiresome trek in the snow. She has set out the ingredients for a nourishing, milky stew. She begins by emptying a packet of frozen coconut milk into the pot, and strikes up a flame seemingly out of nowhere. While the milk crystals melts into a creamy fluid, she peels and cubes the taro root and tosses it into the pot. In a bowl, she adds sweet rice flour and enough water to form a soft dough. She breaks off pieces of the dough to mold into small pearl-shaped mochis which she adds to the mixture. Finally, she tears pieces of golden jakfruit into ragged strips and disperses it amongst the starchy condiments. She stews the ingredients until it comes to a boil, then allows them to simmer until the mochis have cooked through, the taro is tender, and the flavours well-infused. Finally, she stirs in pieces of rock sugar, tasting the milk as she goes to reach the desired sweetness.

"Please, make yourself at home." She begins hospitably. Before properly serving your dinner, she ladles a tiny portion into a tasting dish and stirs it with a few gentle blows to cool it off quickly. She ambles over and presents it to you for tasting, examining your expression while begging the question, "Is it too spicy.. is it quite sweet enough?"

"I'm usually more of a meat kinda guy, but wow!" Maxy marvels at the bowl of soup in front of him. "You even made the noodles yourself? That's... that's really impressive." The normally brazen boy feels touched that someone went this far out of their way for him. He jams a spoonful in his mouth. What touches his taste buds is one of the most delicious mouthfuls of chicken noodle soup he's ever had in his life. Naturally, he shovels in a couple more, despite it burning his mouth some. He takes a swig of the ice water to remedy that.

"Sh-" Maxy cuts himself off. Something tells him swearing in front of an angel would be a bad idea. "Shoot! This is really good! Thanks!" At his comment, a number of eyes open up on the angel's wings. It weirds Maxy out a little, but his mom didn't raise him to look a gifthorse in the mouth! In fact, he feels a little guilty for not having anything to repay the angel with. Maxy starts pulling out his wallet. 

"Hey Rennie. You want me to pay you for this? I mean... I'd feel kinda bad if I didn't pay you back after you went through all of this trouble. If you really want, I could nab you some concert tickets." Maxy doesn't know if he could actually fulfill the promise about the tickets, but if worse comes to worse, he figures he could sneak Rennie backstage.

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"Uhhhhhh, sooo. Funny story..." Maxy ruffles a hand through his curly hair as he tries to explain himself. "I know I said I could cook dinner and everything, but--" The idol usually thinks of himself as a passable cook, but currently he realizes he has a small problem. He hasn't touched a cooking appliance in 9 years, and he agreed to cook dinner for someone. Needless to say, this is bad. But not to worry! Who would Maxy Konno be if he couldn't worm his way out of a bad situation?

"Wait, wait, I can work with this, just give me a sec!" Maxy begins to careen around the kitchen, like a whirlwind, grabbing any kitchen appliance he can recognize. Higgy will kill him for messing up the kitchen, but he'll deal with that later. The 16-year-old grabs a sack of rice and some potatoes. He remembers his mom teaching him and his brother how to cook rice in a rice cooker, and also how to peel potatoes. He also remembers learning in class that raw potatoes are poisonous, which leads him to leave the potatoes alone. The spuds are set to the side like broken dreams. 

Maxy thinks back to watching his little brother scoop rice out with a cup, but he's a nerd, and Maxy doesn't take instructions from nerds like him. He begins to pour in the rice straight from the bag. This is a huge mistake, for more rice than he anticipates spills out of the bag. In the course of seconds, the entire rice bag empties into the cooker, sending it collapsing off of the counter onto the floor. He stares at his guest in dumbfounded silence. 

"...Whoops... I'll get that."

Quickly, Maxy scoops handfuls of the rice back into the bag from the floor. "The germs'll cook out," he rationalizes to himself, "And what the others don't know won't hurt 'em!" He sheepishly winks at his guest as he shoves the refilled bag of rice into a drawer. A few grains of rice stick to his socks, but he'll get those later. The rice cooker didn't break, to Maxy's surprise and with an appropriate amount of rice inside, Maxy places it back near the sink. He then fills it with water so that it just barely covers the rice. That's one of the few instructions Maxy remembers. Finally, he plugs in the appliance and turns it on, feeling proud of himself. He surveys the kitchen around him. It's a mess, but he'll deal with that later.

After the cooker finishes its job, Maxy scoops some of the rice into a bowl and serves it to his guest. Something feels off, though. Technically, rice by itself can be a meal, but it feels... incomplete. Luckily, Maxy has a solution! He reaches into his pocket and grabs a stick of beef jerky he had been saving for later. After unpeeling it, he sticks it into the rice bowl like a flag.

"Tada!" Maxy waves his hands over his work. "Told you I could make it work! Bone apetit, or whatever!"

"Ohh, thank you!" Matcha smiles and stares carefully at the stick of beef jerky jutting out of the rice bowl. He wonders how long it has been in Maxys pocket. He pokes it with his finger. Matcha recognizes Maxys effort and understands his lack of skills. Taking his utensil, he takes a bite-sized portion of the rice. He decided to skip out on the beef jerky. To be fair the rice isn't very bad! It could be worse-- it could be the rice that was put back into the bag. Or maybe it went through the same thing. He tries not to think about it. The rice is fine it could just use something more. But it was a good meal he is thankful for! He smiles and says "Thank you for the meal! if you ever want to learn more about cooking I'm not a bad chef myself! Just... next time, leave out the beef jerky..."

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Matcha throws on his apron and gathers all of his materials from around the kitchen. He going to make breakfast for dinner! One of his favorites. He is a fairly experienced chef and loves cooking for others. He grabs a bowl and starts cracking eggs and putting them in it. "This is my favorite part!" He exclaims happily. He pours a little milk in, a dash of salt, and whisks away. He takes another pan and starts cooking up some delicious bacon. The aroma fills the room. "Now, where did I put the bread..." He scavenges through the cabinets and turns up with no bread. "Aw man, I hope you can still enjoy this without toast..." he says sadly. He shakes this off and finishes cooking the eggs and bacon and delivers you a beautiful plate of bacon and scrambled eggs along with a glass of milk. "I hope you enjoy this!" Matcha says, beaming. Though he feels the meal is incomplete without some tasty toast.