Your OC Makes Dinner

Katrov picked up the pizza after a few moments of hesitation after eyeing the bite and took a bite. 

"It’s not the best I’ve had, that’s for sure but it’s not half bad either…much better then what I usually eat if I don’t feel like cooking-“

He eats the rest of the pizza at a fast pace, downing the last few bites in one very un-butlery chomp. 

"This was quite decent-I have to admit you were able to prepare the meal in a rather short amount of time. I suppose I shall have to try and perform my best now."

After clearing away the remains of his meal, Katrov has now gathered an array of objects he busies himself with placing in front of him.

"First I will be preparing a special blend of spicy tea my own butler once prepared me-it first has to be boiled a number of times and then steeped quite thoroughly. For the main course we have an....assortment of wild meats I was able to find nearby that have been grilled over a small flame, it should be rather edible with all the flavours mixing together."

He finishes pouring the (horribly lukewarm) tea into a silver cup and sets in down in front of you with a slight thud as the saucer hits the table. Katrov then places the rather large lump of meat with varying shades of dark browns and blacks in a fancy plate down along with a very sharp knife.

"Dinner is served. Please enjoy…this would be considered a very decent meal for most of the people who have little in our kingdom with food being as scarce as it is.“

The pointed look as he mentioned the lack of food was not lost on you and the butler leaves after a flourish and a bow. You can only hope you will be able to make a mark on the charred meat with the knife you were given.

Dragon sits, his mouth slightly a gape as he watches Katrov cook. His eyes, which change color every few minutes, are absolutely mesmerized. What is tea? What did it mean to steep? 
He jumps slightly as the plate of food lands before him in a thud. Bright, glimmering eyes eagerly observe the dish, but soon his face falls. It's cooked. Right? He leans from side to side as if to get a better angle. The meat certainly doesn't look raw.
Dragon looks up at the butler, about to tell him that he couldn't eat the food, only to be met with a sharp glare. He winces at the mention of food being scarce where the man is from, and before the wendigo can even think of a rebuttal, he's left alone. He sinks in his seat and stares at the food. If food was scarce then he'd be wasting it by not eating it, and he couldn't do that, especially when the nice butler spent so much time making him something. M-Maybe it'd be okay? After all, he was able to adjust to milkshakes, why not cooked meat?
Unaware of how to use silverware properly, Dragon picks up the knife, a slab of burnt meat attached to it. He leans forward and takes a bite, each of his teeth sharp and easily breaking through the rough shell on the outside, and even the fragments of bone left inside. He chews a few times. His body immediately rejects it, but he keeps it in his mouth for fear of hurting feelings and wasting food. His blue eyes water. The taste, it's awful. It's nothing he's used to, though that's not saying much.
After a minute of fighting his stomach, Dragon manages to swallow. He can feel it fall into it like a rock tossed into a pond. He won't be feeling well tomorrow, will he?
Looking to the tea, the young wendigo grabs his cup and takes a hardy sip. It's warm. And it tastes funny.
He won't be feeling well tomorrow.

After a few days of recovery, Dragon is back on his feet, though he doesn't look very happy. He looks around nervously, color-changing eyes looking everywhere but at you. He timidly drums his fingers tips together. He'd never cooked before, and he's not sure what you'd like. Something he would normally eat? He bites his lip, unsure if you're aware of his diet, but nevertheless goes to cook.
You hear the sound of a blender, some yelps, and many wet slaps.
Dragon steps out in ten minutes.

On the plate before you is a slab of steak. There is seasoning on it, but it is not cooked. At all. Just a raw slab of meat with a pool of blood forming beneath it.
There is a milkshake besides it. Half of the cup's outside is covered by the drink. It looks creamy, but there are some chunks of banana and blueberry in there that hasn't yet been smoothed over.
Dragon excitedly stands opposite of you, his green eyes looking at you as a child would for their parent after presenting their first cooked dish. He's covered in stains- blood stains from the meat are on his hands and his sweater, and splatters of the milkshake are on his cheek. But he doesn't notice, because he's too excited about your reaction.

"I-I've never c-cooked before, b-b-but I hope y-you like it!" He bites back a giggle.

Finni can barely contain her excitement as she sits down at the table. Her eyes have been sparkling since her first whiff of the chicken; she can't wait to try it. "Th-this smells so good!" she exclaims when Carlotta sets everything down in front of her. She has a sip of the tea first, though what she really wants to try is the chicken. The flavor is good; she lets it sit on her tongue for a while. And then, with zeal, she brings a forkful of chicken and fruit to her mouth and takes a hearty bite. A satisfied sound escapes her mouth as she chews. Without further ado, she quickly tears into the rest of the chicken. After she finishes cleaning her plate, she pops one of the cookies into her mouth and chews with relish. "Oh, th-this was all, all so good. Thank you s-so much for letting me t-try it!" She gives Carlotta a toothy smile before draining the rest of the tea.

After finishing the meal from Carlotta, Finni gets prepared to make hers. The main dish is a big catfish, skillfully cleaned and grilled over an open flame. The seasoning is a mixture of pepper, chili powder, and paprika, all rubbed in while it cooked. The side is a decent helping of brown rice made with a bit of lemon juice. "I-I love fish," Finni says as she gets everything plated. "I mean, duh, I'm a-a shark, so of course I do. But I've, I've gotten real good at c-cooking them lately! I hope you like it!" She sets the plate down in front of you with a nervous sort of smile. "O-oh, I almost forgot! One second!" She goes over to grab a glass and sits that down in front of you, too. "Fresh-freshly squeezed pineapple juice. I-I think it goes well with the fish!" Done, she stands back and gives you an encouraging and hopeful smile.

What a nice gesture! Capsaicin was worried about what the dinner would be like, she knows that she should be polite even if it's not her cup of tea, but she's rather bad at pretending to like things. Thankfully the meal in front of her looks really good! She smiles at Finni, genuinely excited. (it's not rare for her to smile, but it's hard for people to perceive it as genuine- it probably has to do with how she frowns when she smiles and that her sharp teeth look threatening)

It's always nice to make food for others, she and her sister do it very often! She nods when Finni explains her meal; of course, a shark- Capsaicin is nowhere near related to a sea creature, but still she's fond of sharks- because of her teeth, yeah. Then she picks up a fork and a knife. She takes a big bite of the fish, tastes it- there's chilli powder, she can detect immediately. It's always comfortable to taste it, as she's immune to its heat. The rest of the flavors are great, not too overdone or anything; Capsaicin tends to like strong flavors but isn't an expert or anything. After a while, she smiles again. "It's really good! You have a lot of potential here!" she says as a nod about getting better at cooking.

Oh, she also almost forgets to drink the juice. She drinks a bit and... It isn't her favorite juice, but she agrees that it goes well with the dish. However she prefers to not talk about it much, lest she lets it show that she didn't like it that much- she's just not good at this. She'd rather focus on the positive, right? Finni looks so anxious that Capsaicin wouldn't want to ruin this over some simple juice.

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Ok, so let's get to work! This would be so much easier with her sister but ok, ok, ok she can do this. She's no professional, and a lot of people immediately get scared of anything she cooks. Yeah, yeah, it's not funny anymore! She knows that everything she makes is spicy, she can't help it! That's why she prefers to make already spicy dishes, that way people won't get unexpected spice in like, a vanilla cake or something.

She makes one of her best; chili con carne! The hardest part is to get a good spice level, as she can't exactly taste it. But she can sense the amount in a dish; like stated before, it's comfortable to her. But it can't be too comfortable or it'll feel like burning hell for anyone who eats it and isn't her.

It takes a couple hours, and she uses magic to her advantage so she doesn't get too dirty- she didn't bring an apron after all.

She tries very hard to make the meal nice looking; she grabs an appropriate bowl, a glass of citrus juice, and an additional glass of milk just in case. She's putting garnish on it as the dish appears to glow in fire red in contact with her magic aura, as to which she reacts with looking at [OC below] in a mix of horror and embarrassment- it shouldn't be that spicy, right?? RIGHT?? Oh god, she looks somewhere else, now seeming a little angry? "I-I hope you like it." she huffs.

(For the person below- if you wish, you can roll a d20 to see how your character feels the spiciness! If you don't want to it's ok too >:P)

The man wasn't necessarily used to eating such organic foods. Anything organic, in that manner. With such a demanding job, he couldn't find himself going out and really making the attempt to find the fresh food that he should be eating. So it endlessly fascinated him- and excited him- to watch the woman cook. And how kind, it was, to cook such a delicacy for a stranger! Looking down to the stew, he grabs his loaf of bread, dabbing it gently into the stew- just to taste, of course. And his eyes widen when he does, a grin pulling itself on his lips as he laughs, "Oh, this is delicious!" Quickly, he scarfs the rest of it down, though looking down at his empty bowl, he turns away, embarrassed. "Sorry! I- uh, haven't had something this good in awhile. This is fantastic! You can almost taste all the ingredients!" He taps his fingers into the table absently, flashing her a thumbs up- his cheeks bright, clearly embarrassed from his excitement from eating such great food, "I'm.. not the best chef, but you have to let me make this up to you somehow! Jus' let me know- anything." He laughs excitedly, quickly finishing off the loaf of bread he was provided with as well.

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"Uh.." He looks around the kitchen, then to his phone, then back to the fridge, "I'm.. not the best chef. Jeez.. let me try." He scratches the back of his neck, typing something quickly into his phone before looking back to the stove. And he shuffles around in his fridge, pulling out the necessities- some soba noodles, green beans, scallions and sesame seeds. He gets to work, but he's clearly not confident in his skill. The ingredient proportion when he makes his vinaigrette is off- far too little lime juice, far too much ginger. And where he has to whisk a vinaigrette for his noodle salad, he only barely whisks it, and where he must soak his noodles in cold water, he neglects that entirely. But still, he looks to be trying his hardest, and at least he tosses the salad with some skill. He's clearly forgotten some things- the noodle salad looks incredibly dry, he's completely forgotten to add the sesame seeds, and the carrots that should be grated masterfully on top are thick and chunky- and, to make it all worse, somehow, the noodles do look a little soggy and wet? Even the miserable scallions aren't cut well. Pity to the poor soul who has to eat it.

He holds the bowl in his hands, looking down at it with clear distaste, but he still smiles, placing it in front of you. "Uh.. enjoy." He has that.. awkward, saddened smile on his face, but he still takes a seat, "Well.. it can't be that bad, can it?" At least there's no way to get poisoned from it?

Louisa stares at the heap of food, unsure what to do with the oily mass. She poked it with her fork before glancing around the corner, making sure Mephi was gone. She then stuffs it into a potted plant nearby, and exits to "use the restroom". To avoid paying the fare for the meal, she climbs out the bathroom window.

"Hmm.." Louisa stares at what little ingredients she has in the fridge. She should have gone shopping for her guest...

Thankfully, she spots a jar of peanut butter and a little pot of jam, and hurries to make a last-minute meal. Slapping together a sandwich, Louisa can't help but feel there's something missing. She takes out a big carton of ice cream, hoping it will distract the visitor from the sad sight of a lonely sandwich.

Quirking a brow at the sight of the solitary sandwich next to a carton of ice cream, Ike approached with a skip in his step. "Oho? A meal, for me~?" With oversized sleeves covering his hands, he lifted the sandwich and took a bite out of it, chewing fondly as the taste of peanut butter and sweet jelly filled his taste-buds. "Mm~ Not a five-star meal, but it's better than the garbage that the prison used to serve me~" Finishing up the sandwich, Ike grabbed the carton of ice cream and proceeded to walk away it. "I'm taking this to-go, though, see ya~"

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Maybe it was inhospitable that Ike had tied his guest to the chair, just to ensure that they wouldn't run for the hills over what monstrosity of a dish he would bring out for the unfortunate sap that would be on the receiving end. Oh, well! Sometimes, he had to make terrible sacrifices to appease the two people he loved~ With a twisted, child-like grin etched upon his expression, Ike pranced around the bound person, clad in a frilly, pink apron over his black and white uniform--the same uniform he wore when he was still locked up. "You're going to be my cute, little lab-rat today~! I need to test out a dish before I give it to my boyfriend and daughter, keke~" ♪ Without even letting his 'victim' get a word in, the small Dreamy skipped into the kitchen to get everything ready. 
It was like a war zone was waging in the kitchen beyond the doors, and if possible, even the screams of the unholy would emanate from the kitchen. However, that would be a bit of an exaggeration. It wasn't long when the doors to the kitchen swung open, revealing a cheerfully smiling Ike, holding a tray of... Something. Was that slop even considered food? He had obviously tried to be fancy, with chunks of seafood like the octopus, lobster with the shell still attached, and various bits of fish embedded within the oddly colored gruel. Was it still... Moving? Oh, God help the person who needed to eat this. Without missing a beat, Ike skipped over to his poor victim, stabbing into the sickly concoction of seafood, mystery meat, and way too many different spices with a fork, before holding a chunk up to the unfortunate individual's mouth. "Say 'aah~'"

The genome sweated profusely. How on earth did he allow himself to walk into the home of a stranger who had completely filled his brain-fluids with bleach. This man might as well be stuck and force fed by nurses in a mental institute rather than the other way in this scenario.

He clamps his lower lip hard with his teeth. He dosen't care if it draws blood, as long as it prevents from having to taste his anticipated poorly made "cuisine." Fortunately, he was a trained as a mercernary and would know how to escape a hostage situation. All he needed was a distraction, and his patience. He rubs his hands vigerously together in the hopes it could slacken the bounds. He only needed his hands in order to knock some 'sense' into Ike's brain...or whatever neuro-slush he uses to process those ill thoughts.

Just as Ike leaned over, Robi rocks back and then forth to let the momentum smack his kidnapper with his head and, by the time the bounds were loosened, he uses his upper strength to pull his wrists free, grab the knife laid delicately on the table to cut himself free and, before Ike had recovered, the Genome throws the chair through the window and plunges outside.

"Please have a seat, our meal will be here shortly." The gunner smiled.
In the warming dining area of Alexandria Castle, the genome ordered the Qu to do them dinner. The Qu excel and desire to experiment with different foods and combinations to appease themselves so there was no doubt that no other local chef can compete with Quina; A friend who too wishes to experiment with food.

The long tongued creature arrives as the guest and gunner takes the seats and asks Robi.
"Just spoil me with the spaghetti bolognese and for my guest too." He said.

The chef turns to attend the kitchen. Next to no minute, it returns with a set of two well presented, delicacy of the italian classic, complete with grated cheese and complementary garlic bread.

"Enjoy, food." Quina bows before making its leave for the two to tend to their food.

The grumpy demon sits at the table, arms crossed and brows furrowed. He sneers at the "chef", wanting to yell about any mistake he could've made. But there were none, and that just made him angrier. With a huff, he slices into the cake with his fork. The fork sinks like a hot knife to butter; it's satisfying. He scoops out a forkful and inspects it before eating it. Looks nice, fluffy. Moist. He takes a bite. It's good. Not the most spectacular thing he's ever eaten, but definitely nice. The flavors blend nicely, and the sugar adds a soft, delicate touch that's very nicely welcomed.
Armageddon quickly perks, realizing he had practically melted at the bite. Clearing his throat, he assumes his grumpy expression. "It's okay, I guess," he grumbled.

"Alright, get ready to try some real food!" Armageddon announces as he rolls back his sleeves. He's got an apron and everything.
Years of working at a restaurant taught him a few things, so did cooking for his pigsty of a band. But he didn't want to over-impress his guest (if that was a real word). He'd do something simple.
Bacon sizzles on the pan, fresh produce are chopped up, meat is seasoned generously.
Thirty minutes later, and it's ready. The demon sets down a plate in front of you. 

It's a bacon burger. Everything on it. And a side of peppered fries.