Your OC Makes Dinner

Natasha looked at the sandwich her smile unable to be hidden as she looked at the little chief who had attempted to cook her dinner. She had been worried when she saw the fire trucks though after a quick talk with them she learned that "no" her adorable little orange boy was not injuried and there was no fire. He had simply made an amount of smoke that was to be expected with a house fire trying to make Natasha a grilled cheese before she came over. She looked at the grilled cheese (Charcoal) and looked over at Ethan smiling michivously. "No need dear. I know a perfect way to eat this and make it taste wonderful. " she said with a smile moving her hand to help the boy pick up a sandwich piece. Her eyes making contact as she took a chunk of the charcoal bread. She didnt even taste it. No really as she chewed and swallowed the dry pieces her eyes focused in on her adorable little cheif. 

She took each piece of bread into her mouth untill the abomination was gone and she had eaten the entire thing. She had eaten far worse things in her lifetime to survive. This was not the worst thing she had ever eaten. One could even say it was pleasant with the added benefit of a show to go with her meal. She reached out her tounge, licking the crumbs on the boys fingers slowly before licking her lips and making an "mmm" sound as she backed up. "Thanks for the meal. That was wonderful." She said with a smile if she didnt think her poor orange boy would combust she would have taken a finger into her mouth to give a suck. She couldn't help but tease him. He was so cute all flustered. "Now come to mama." She said pulling the boy into her breast. "You are tooo cute! Your mama's favorite you know." She said into his hair a smile on her face. 

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Natasha was not a chief by any stretch of the imagaination. She was not to ridiculously horrible in the kitchen but she wasnt exactly exceptional at it either her lips better for sipping wine then tasting sauses but when she wanted to make a dinner she could do decently well. An apron tired around her curvy frame. Her normal attiure nowhere in sight wearing something that could almost be seen as motherly with a tight sweater and jeans. She sipped the liquid in the pot. She was making a hot soup that was best for the winter months. She had decided on stew because she thought stew always went well with a good wine and some bread. She gave a sip to the liquid and let out an approving sound. Moving forward to put the hot liquid into a bowl as she grabbed the bowl with the french bread pieces and put it on the table before setting the bowl in front of you each movement graceful as if practiced. Her breast in your line of sight as she did so. 

She moved away from you and to her side of the table a smile on her lips. "Sorry for the wait I hope this will be enjoyable for you. " she said with a smile opening the bottle of wine and pouring two glasses raising the cup to her lips. "Its not any five star Restraunt cuisine but I think its very good. " she said with a teasing smile. 

Lou smiled serenely as he looked over the greenery around them. He glanced over at the one who’d invited him. “I’m truly happy to have been invited! I love spending time outdoors, especially on such a lovely day!”  He sat down, notably taking up as little space as possible.  Unexpectedly his face lit up at the word spicy.  “Oh, nothing to worry about with me! I adore spicy food. Thank you so much.”  He was quick to take a spoonful and savored the taste. He loved it, though he could definitely see why someone else would struggle with the spiciness. “It seems your mother and I have similar tastes! It's absolutely  delicious, thank you again!” Lou continued eating only stopping when he noticed the other’s eyes watering. He couldn’t help but think back to her wording, ‘ was my mother's recipe’, was. His heart ached in sympathy. Normally, he’d be quick to comfort someone but he felt uncertain. As a fallen angel, he wasn’t really born and the only parent he’d even had was a father and his elder siblings but all of  those memories were rather bitter now. He gently reached out an arm and hovered over her arm, silently asking if he could touch her shoulder in an attempt at comfort. “I’m so sorry. I’m here to listen if you’d like?”

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Lou looked like the picture of anxiousness as he approached holding a plate. “Hi! I-... Uh” He winced at his own fumbled words. “I-I’m sorry to bother you but… I was making breakfast for my friends and I guess I got a bit carried away?” He chuckled softly at his own expense. “I made way too much… And we’re leaving soon and I don’t want the food to go to waste so…” He awkwardly held out a plate of thick, fluffy, pancakes. “I made… Uh… Japanese-style Soufflé pancakes? With uh… handmade whipped cream, some berries and there's syrup too… Maybe a bit sweet for breakfast but uh... I like them." A pause. "My friends said they’re good if that counts for anything… Not to say I don’t trust their judgement… Just that they’d probably be nicer to me than a stranger…” He seemed to hesitate for a second or so, unsure of what to say before finally speaking. “So, uh, do you want some? If not that’s totally fine

Emily stared down at the pancakes. They looked so good..! With an awkward smile, she picked up her fork. "It was so n-nice of you to invite me here..." 

Cutting the pancakes with her fork, she took a small slice of the pancake and ate it. Her eyes instantly lit up. 

"Oh, these are tasty!" The brunette began to gobble down more of the pancake, leaving the berries behind. "Sorry about your fruit," she started, patting her stomach, "I don't eat the berries." 

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"A-Alright, here's my food..."

Emily sighed in relief. She held out a small plate from behind her back. What was on that plate? Sadly, it was burnt salmon. There was a burnt lemon and some small pieces of lettuce on the side. How does someone burn a lemon?!

"I'm not the b-best at making seafood...so I made the best of it...!" Enjoy?

Aaron was taken aback at how...fancy everything was. He had to hold himself back from drooling in front of the man who prepared the food. Swallowing visibly, he mumbled a small 'thank you' before putting a napkin on his lap - that's how people eat in fancy restaurants, right? - and started to dig in.

Once he tasted the food, he resisted the urge to melt into the seat. Aaron blurted out, "...I-It tastes better than I expected, I guess." Realizing that his words may come across as offensive, he blushed slightly and corrected himself, "...It tastes good. I like it." Granted that he really couldn't do any better and that he could barely afford to do his own cooking, the young male supposed that this was as close to fancy food as he could get. Finishing his meal, Aaron wiped at his lips and sighed happily. "Well, that wasn't so bad. Thanks for the meal." He shot the man a lazy smirk.

"oh god oh god oH GOD NO NO NO--" Aaron coughed violently as he struggled to get the tray out of the oven as quickly as he could. 

Was...Was that smoke coming out of the oven!?

The frazzled young man tried to set it on the counter and he irritatedly glared at the burnt lasagna. For lack of a better word, it looked like a disaster, literally. All of the cheese had turned black from spending too long in the oven and Aaron was sure that all of the pasta's layers followed the same sad fate as well. Exhaling sharply, he threw his mittens away and grabbed a knife to poke at the burnt food tentatively, as if it could come alive at any second. "Damn, I should've just stuck to eggs, huh." Looking at the person who was waiting for their food sheepishly, he sighed once more and cut up a slice. Serving it to them, he scratched at his head awkwardly. "Sorry. This is as good as you're gonna get. I've only ever cooked just simple eggs or cup noodles and wanted to try something different." God, he hoped he wouldn't accidentally poison the poor soul who had to eat this.

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He had been worried when he heard Aaron exclaim "oh god oh god oH NO NO NO", because obviously that was not the sort of thing you would be thrilled to hear when you were at a friend's place for dinner for the first time, but Corey absolutely could not hide his expression of pure disgust when he laid eyes on the burnt lasagna - if you could even still call it that - that had just been placed in front of him. And he felt truly bad for it too, because some small part of him wanted to save a little bit of Aaron's dignity, but it looked like he had taken a blowtorch to it before serving this to him, and - Corey wasn't one to judge based on looks - but he could tell that it wasn't going to be a pleasant thing to put in his mouth. 

He didn't want to hurt Aaron's feelings but he just couldn't hide his hesitancy to even eat it. 

"I'm sure it'll be fine,,, I think." he said, still not making any move to eat the pasta in front of him, giving it a sideways glance as he said it and pausing for a second. After a few long seconds of silent mental preparation he bravely steeled himself and picked up the fork that was sitting in front of him, delicately picking at a small bit, trying to go for the bit that looked the least like a nuclear war zone.

He was by no means normally an elegant eater, in fact some had said he had the manners of an animal, but by the way he carefully put the piece of burnt pasta into his mouth you would think he was the most dainty person in the world. 

The taste of it was... Bad. It was bad. He could practically still taste the smoke, and the outer layer of the food practically crumbled to a charcoal-y dust in his mouth, creating an unsavoury texture that he was absolutely not a huge fan of, unsurprisingly. What was left of it was hard as a rock in his mouth. It was like hell on his tastebuds, and he couldn't help the instinctive gag reflex that caused him to cough and struggle to keep the pasta in his mouth quietly trying to mutter something about a sore throat to explain it but seconds later he swallowed, almost by accident, without chewing, and felt the food slide harshly down his throat, feeling like a blade, but he controlled his expression finally to hide it.

He stared at the rest of the lasagna nervously and muttered "Well, you tried."

He really couldn't be any kinder than that, and he really couldn't be any more enthusiastic, not even for his friend, as much as he wished he could have grinned and taken that in a way that would be more desirable to him. Even someone with as much acting experience as he had from his years spent in the circus was not able to make that seem like it was enjoyable or even tolerable.

"I'm sorry." was the only other thing he could add to the end of it.

Corey was learning something new about himself every day since reaching adulthood, even more so than when he had just gotten out of the circus he'd grown up in.

Today that something was that he couldn't cook very well, which he realized as he stared grimly down at the food he had made. Honestly, the meal he had made looked bland and dry, and he thought there was a very good chance it would taste like sandpaper, but he had already taken so long to just produce this that he felt as if his guest would be a little annoyed if he tried to scrap it and make something easier.

However, it didn't necessarily look... inedible, as such. You would just have to have very low standards to call it appetizing. He sighed and brushed his long hair that was tied in a ponytail off of his shoulder, taking the oven mitts he was still wearing off and opening the drawer for some cutlery before going through to the next room where the person was waiting.

"Uhm, done, sorry it took so long, this was my first time really cooking something not incredibly simple... oh, well i mean, this is still incredibly simple, but i hope you don't mind too much about it. I know it doesn't look the best but... hopefully it tastes a bit better." he was as awkward in demeanor about it as humanly possible, but placed the steak and potatoes down in front of them. he made a small attempt at the joke, hoping to lighten the blow of the less than pretty meal "At least I'm pretty sure there's no hair in there, it'd be pretty obvious because of the colours." he cringed inside at the joke but looked apprehensively at their expression. 

There was a moment of pause before the colourful male spoke up again

"Let me know how it tastes?" he offered pathetically.

Taka loved food, it was a well known fact. It's the whole reason he made his gang's front a bunch of restaurants! So when he was offered free food, he was sure as hell excited for it!
He waited.
And waited.
... And waited.
He checked his watch. Felt like a damn hour had passed! He sighed angrily and crossed his arms, tapping his foot faster and faster. The hell was taking so long?! He was starving over here! Just as he thought he'd have to start throwing things to get somewhere, Corey came to deliver the dish.
"Finally!" Taka roared with laughter, though it quickly died down when he looked at the dish. Steak and potatoes, huh? Seemed fine. Yet... Something was off about this. Smelled... strange. It didn't actually smell like anything, but that's what he found so strange!
His stomach grumbled.
Aww hell, who cares? Food is food!
He took a bite of the steak, chewing for a good while with not a single emotion on his face. "Bland," he finally grumbled. He gave Corey a curious look. "Ya put any spices on this thing? Chewy as hell, too!" He took a bite of the potato-- "These are bland too!!"

"Cold as shit outside, yeah? Supposed ta snow'n shit later tonight, I hear. Don't ya worry, I got ya covered." Taka wore a wide smile on his face, though with his looks it came across as devilish. He wore a stained apron over his outfit, and there was smoke coming out of the kitchen. "The chili I'm makin' is gonna keep ya nice'n hot for the whole night! I ain't ever heard a complaint from my crew-- Argh!!" Interrupted by the fire alarm, Taka cursed under his breath and retreated back into the kitchen.
The chili in his big pot was nothing different from normal: beef, beans, tomatoes, and some spices. What separated his from the rest was hot sauce. Five different types. At least a half bottle of each poured into the pot. By the time Taka had set the bowl down in front of you, it was practically magma at this point.
"Oh! Lemme give it them finishin' touches." Grabbing a SIXTH bottle of hot sauce (and the hottest one yet), he poured some over your bowl. "Well? Don't keep me waitin', now! Take a bite!" Taka beamed from very, very close to you.

"Hmm...Snow, huh?" Colette gave a quick glance out the window. "A good night to stay inside then and enjoy the scenery from where there is warmth..." She turned her head back to look at him, the sight of him wearing the dirtied apron and his toothy grin making a ghost of a smile tug at the corner of her lips as well. He seemed so eager to share the chili with her, how could she say no? She had never actually tasted Taka's food like this before; though surely, with his hands in so many restaurants he'd be far more used to making more extravagant meals than the homely ones she made...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the blaring of the fire alarm, sound causing her heart to leap into her throat for a moment before Taka rushed back into the kitchen. She was in the middle of waving a pillow to help clear out some of the smoke when the gang leader waltzed back in, and she was struck with the overwhelming smell of spice, triggering a small coughing fit from the blonde. How was it even possibly that it smelled that strongly that it felt like the smell was choking her more than the smoke had...? Colette watched in quiet disbelief as Taka grabbed another bottle and poured it on, almost feeling the heat radiating from the bowl at this point. For once, even Bouche seemed hesitant to put such a thing in his mouth, grimacing from his spot on the floor with the other spirits. 

She glanced between the bowl and Taka's grinning face in front of her; he looked so absolutely proud of his dish, too...There was no way she couldn't at least try it. Gently taking a small spoonful, Colette cautiously put the chili in her mouth...and within seconds her whole face seemed to turn red, covering her mouth with her hand to suppress the insane coughing fit she felt coming on. Her mouth was on fire, her eyes watering, she couldn't even taste anything beyond the burning. Still, she managed to swallow it down, managing to give Taka a strained "D-delicious...I love it...T-thank you...", though it was interrupted by some additional coughing. 

"Apologies...I only really know how to cook vegetables well...I hope you do not mind the lack of protein..." Grabbing a pan, Colette gingerly sliced tomatoes, onion, squash, eggplant, and a plethora of other veggies into thin slices, layering them together with care and lightly seasoning them with salt and pepper and freshly diced herbs. Putting the colorful arrange of vegetables into the oven to roast, the blonde sliced some fresh bread that she had picked up from the market earlier that day, juggling shooing the hungry little spirits away from the oven so they couldn't eat the dish before it was ready. Once the air was fragrant and warm, she pulled out the pan and dished the stewed vegetables out onto a plate with the bread, drizzling the flavorful juice from the bottom of the pan onto the veggies to serve. "It is not much, but it is a childhood favorite of mine...hopefully you find it passable..."

     "Really?" En blinked while leaning down to better look at the sushi. He smiled. "I wouldn't have guessed!" He himself had never actually had sushi before, only having seen pictures of it, but he knew that oftentimes pictures played up how things looked-- especially food. This... looked pretty similar! It was no doubt the real deal!
     "Thank you very much for the meal," the king nodded to the panda before...
     Uh-oh.
     Blinking, En held up the chopsticks. How, uh... He looked over at Arai for help, watching how she held hers. Like a pencil...? He tried to imitate, but his hand was too stiff and his fingers too awkward; these sticks kept spinning around! Finally, he managed to hold them, but... He couldn't move it!! His hand was trembling just to keep them steady, but if he as much as tried to grab for the sushi these sticks would no doubt fall!
     Looking intensely at the dinner made so lovingly for him, En nervously reached forward. He tried to get the sushi to fit between the already gaping sticks, hoping it would wedge itself there enough for him to be able to pick it up. A shaky breath left him, and he lifted the sticks. It was working...!
     The sushi fell down immediately.
     En sighed in defeat before noticing the fork also placed besides him. Although embarrassed, he smiled gratefully and took it. Much easier! He took his first bite of the sushi, beaming at it. "Oh, it's nice!" he complimented. Interesting textures, and the salmon's flavor came out! He decided to dip his next bite in some soy sauce, enjoying the boost in flavor quite a bit. Surely the wasabi would be even better, right?
     Practically slathering his sushi in it, he popped it into his mouth. Hmm, what a--
     The king froze. No expression changed, not even a change in movement; it was like he was frozen in time. Then, gradually, his face began to turn bright red, and tears rolled down his cheek.
     "Th... Thank you," he half-coughed, half-wheezed. "It was... very delicious."

     "Here."
     The king moved away from the campfire to hand you what seemed to be roasted chicken and onion kebabs. He smiled lightly. "Long ago when I travelled around I had to learn how to cook in order to survive. It took a while, but I think I'm pretty good now," he laughed lightly. "I don't cook as often as I used to now, but now and then I still have to venture out of the castle so it's good for me to remember these skills. What do you think?"

Candida Ragnvindr, the famous sniper known as "The White Ghost" and adopted by the famous Ragnvindr Family was a guest at the Manor. She had gone lost on her latest sniping mission, and was offered to be a guest for the Manor, in which she accepted (in hopes of being able to recharge and head home.). Now, she was to eat the steaming pot-pie.

The girl sniffed the dish, wanting to make certain it did not contain any nasty cheese in it (in which she found no trace of the food she despises so much), before taking a bite. It was delicious to her, reminding her of the food she eats back home, along with a combination of the special dishes her parents could make. She gave a happy look at Emlyn, giving the maid a thumbs up.

The White Ghost had quite the good time trying the dish.

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Candida was back home in the Ragnvindr mansion. She was alone in the house, (her parents and siblings outside)  aside from the fact that the maids were still serving, and that a traveling guest was also around. She gathered the items needed to make her signature special dish: Snow White Candy. Three simple ingredients of milk, starch and a good amount of sugar. The head maid supervised the girl as she made the candy that her biological family made a living out of, following the same generation old recipe. After she was done, she let the maids serve the dish of sweet milk candy, hoping that the guest will like the age old recipe that she is the last to keep it enduring against time.

Roswell lay draped in his chair. His legs crossed and his foot wiggling. His hair was neatly cut, no stubble and he was wearing a fresh (steamed and pressed) pair of clothing. The gentleman thief's fingers traced the edges of his glass. His head piqued when the maid entered. He set up straight. Untangled his clothes and shot the maid one of his sharpest smiles. "Thank yer," the leidsman said. As he took the plate offered to him. "Oive never seen such a beautiful lil thin' before," he continued.
"I should ask me, maids, back home of dey could try 'nd make something as pure as dis," he said. Or lied. Roswell had no maids at home, he'd used a false name (Marshall van Breek), wearing false clothes. Boasted with fake titles.

Roswell tested the sponginess of the candy. As his lone eye observed the room he sat in. Golden coins lay scattered on a table. A necklace and a jewelry box was neatly preserved on a shelf. He saw lamps with caps he'd be interested in to steal and the plate he was holding was made of real porcelain. Wealth. It seeped in every corner of the room. Roswell picked up the candy. When his eye found the baker of it. 'The white mouse' spied on him, from behind the doorframe. As he'd spied the room. He smiled at her. Understandingly. Then took a bite of the candy, moved his gaze back to the maid who was waiting for his opinion and smiled.
"A bit too sweet for me taste."

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Roswell's curved blade easily cut through the lavender. The meat (Roswell wasn't sure what kind) was stewing. Cooking in wine and it's own blood.
Onion, garlic, potatoes. Roswell made a stew.
After cutting the herb, Roswell turned around to his stove. Turned off the gas-fire and picked up a spoon. He used the spoon to divide the thick Maconochie in two bowls. One got a wee bit more than the other. It should be no surprise that Roswell claimed that bowl for himself. He returned to his guest with cutlery, a bowl of unknown stew, a glass of fat almost yellow-colored milk and bread.
"Rations are spares dese days," he said. As he placed the damping bowl, bread and milk in front of you.
Roswell set down. Crossed his legs and placed his bowl on his lap. He picked up his own spoon and started to eat. "Had to look hoigh'n far for de cremini mushrooms," he said. "Dis barricade 'round De city is bleedin' us dry."

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NO BABY you deserve better then these thieves 😭😭