Your OC Makes Dinner

     "Oh wow, those smell great! Thanks," Ethan practically drooled while taking one into his hands. He'd never had a kabab, much less with alligator meat-- or alligator meat in general! He wasn't against it, though. Coming from a small town, it wasn't unusual for his dad and his brother to come home after a day of hunting and cook up their latest catch. If anything, they'd probably had this before.

     Taking another sniff of the delicious food, Ethan dug in, eagerly taking a bite. He chewed, and chewed... and... and chewed... Heh, k-kinda chewy. A little charred, too. Did Veritas get distracted while holding them over the fire? He rotated his kabab to find an unburned portion and took a bite, his smile brightening again. "It's really good!" he praised.

     "I made steak!" Ethan smiled, though a closer look would show fear in his eyes. He DID make steak, it's true... but he'd dropped his ingredients outside and tried to pick them up. That meant that it was entirely possible the salad, cilantro, and other greens were actually grass. Covered in ants.

"Fuck, dude, I LOVE steak! Especially after a good workout!" shouted T.D. She snatched that big meaty boy off the plate and gobbled down on it like she was a cavewoman in 6500 BC. It was medium rare too- just the way she liked.

She took another bite of the steak before freezing, swallowing her food, sticking out her tongue and seeing an awfully large burnt blade of grass on it.

"When the hell did they start selling steak with grass in it? That's gross..." she muttered to herself, before picking out the rest of the blades of grass... and dirt... and even a beetle and finishing it. She wasn't gonna let some pests ruin a good meal.

"You're gonna love my signature chicken wangs," Teeds said, holding a plate of her signature chicken wangs. The plate was nearly an foot tall with flats and drumettes, fried in light batter and coated with a vibrant dark red sauce made from Carolina reapers and Thai chili peppers- she kept the seeds in there because they added an extra kick- and garnished with cilantro and lime slices.

"What's with that look on your face? Too scared to try my chicken wangs? I bet you they're not even that spicy- watch." She took one of her chicken wangs and gobbled the meat of the bone in just 5 seconds. "See, they're not that bad- oh shit, hold up..." she muttered in regret as her turned red. Finally, she starting screaming "HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK DID I CREATE??!!!!" in pure pain and agony while breathing out fire, setting down the plate of wings to find a gallon of milk fast.

"oh man, I love a good tall plate of wings every once in a while!" Bruno states enthusiastically, picking up one of Taeshas wings and observing them "impressive colour! These look delicious!"

Without a second thought Bruno bites down on the wing, licking the sauce of it's own fingers "CHRIST these are hot!" Bruno laughs, waving his hand at his mouth with a wide smile. While coughing a little at the spice it manages to get a sentence out "these are great! I rarely ever get to have spicy food like this!"

and thus, Bruno continues to happily eat the entire plate of hot wings

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"hey you!" It yells out "wanna try my newest menu item?" Bruno holds a greasy burger in its hand, practically dripping all over the wrapper that he always packages them in

"it's a double stacked burger with two thick flavourful bison and beef patties with caramelized onions, cilantro and lime aioli, packed with kale and other assorted greens, Monterey jack cheese, heirloom tomatoes, and topped off all with sweet pickles and an over-easy fried egg! If you like it, maybe even you can help me name it!" Bruno chuckles

the burger is just as tall as he says it is, only being able to fit in the mouth of an elephant. At least it's held together with a nice looking bamboo skewer!

CHRIST, that sure was a burger. Maribelle stared at the meal before her, her face paled in awe. She didn't eat much these days, as it became a habit for her to preserve her own food, but she was grateful. The problem was that she didn't know how she would go about eating it. Massive. Greasy. Messy. She did not have a Kirby mouth.

After some time of looking at the burger, she then turned her gaze up to Bruno, and asked: "Do you have a knife? For-- For me to cut into it, I mean." Quartering it was probably her best bet, because even skewered, she doubted she would ever be able to do much beyond nibbling at it like a wimp. "Because... It looks good, but-- well, I--" She paused. She was telling the truth. The burger looked wonderful and she was so desperate to get away with someone else's food. Maybe she could store it away for later, too, because she didn't really want to have to cook for herself once this was over with.

She tried, anyway. She bit into the burger, braving it whether or not Bruno did as she requested. And she didn't regret it! But, oh God, was that single bite filling on its own. All the more reason to bring it home, she thought, as she took another, less cautious bite.

"You also wouldn't mind getting me a box, too?" she asked, "And... it won't fall apart if I slid it in there, right?"

Maribelle didn't have a table. She had her guest seated on the floor of her cabin, around a floral cloth, to wait for her to finish cooking. When she did, she returned to them and placed a bowl on the cloth before them. It was millet porridge. The smell of garlic and green onions lifted with the steam from the bowl, with shredded chicken mixed with the gruel. To drink, Maribelle then set down a cup of tea by the bowl.

"I haven't much but this." she told them, "I was taught how to make this from a relative of mine, though. It's hot. Be careful." She paused. "But not spicy. It's supposed to be easy to make and eat."

"Hmm," Kanagawa observed the food in front of him. Most of the time he didn't eat at all, it was more or less pointless, spirits enjoyed food, but didn't rely on them to survive. A good sit in the sun meditating did just as well. Still, he took up a utensil and gathered a small amount of the food in it. He then brought it up to his eye level to study it further. The contemplation face set in, should he eat, or not? 

He thought, well I don't want to disappoint her. 

Kanagawa set down the food and reached for his mask. Once he took it off his face, a cloud of smoke engulfed both him and Maribelle, covering their immediate surroundings, making it impossible to see. The world was grey, a few moments later, it wasn't. And just like that, in under a minute, the smoke lifted and revealed Kanagawa. Still sat near the food, which was now gone, all except for the bowl, mug, and utensil. 

Kanagawa blinked, he stared at the person in front of him vacantly. He didn't know how to make food, not really anyways. Cooking just wasn't in this spirit's skill set. So he had to improvise.

He had scavenged around, just in the forest, and found a collection of mushrooms and herbs; Lobsters, Chantrels, Pines, and plants like fern seeds, dandelions, and sage. He arranged them onto a plate, without cutting them, as he didn't know he was supposed to. It was all perfectly edible, but just not your usual restaurant's five-star course meal. 

With a curious expression, Soup looked down on the meal. She wasn't too nervous in trying this at all, as many of her meals came from any nearby resources, although, not used to eating them straight from the forest. However, she's not one to be picky, so she starts by sampling the mushrooms, alternating the herbs to see which one fits. The taste that appealed to her most were the Chantrels and sage. She enjoyed the texture of the raw mushrooms, one others might find strange, but one Soup finds endearing.

She seemed to enjoy it, though not fully fulfilled in hunger, but decently satisfied with the overall flavors. When you travel this much, you learn to keep your tastes open, I guess!

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The borne seemed rather nervous. She's not one to cook for others, so seeing someone even the slightest bit interested in trying whatever she makes fills her with a bit of anxiety. Putting this aside, she sits her guest down and scurries off into the kitchen. With a bit of noise, Soup throws together whatever she can with her ingredients. After a prolonged moment of silence, she comes out with large oven mittens to fit her hands, holding a pan that seems fresh out of the oven. The smell of fresh bread fills the air.

"Be a bit careful, it's uh, still a bit hot." she says, placing the pan down onto the table. "I made some dinner rolls with a honey glaze on top, and a few are like, little... sandwiches? If that's what you'd consider them?" she says. "They have ham and cheese on them, but if you're not one to like meat nor cheese, the rest are just regular honey rolls. I hope you like them! " she states with an awkward yet genuine smile.

She grimaced at the meal placed in front of her, she's never heard of or seen a food like this, so she was certainly a tad bit nervous. "This better not be toxic." She muttered as she took a bite out of one of them. Her scowl deepened as she turned to face Soup. "I hate it." She growled, however, she was just lying through her teeth, as she actually really enjoyed it. She was quick to eat more after she finished the first, basically shooting down her lie as soon as she said it.

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"Sit down, please." Ordered Rift, striding towards the Kitchen with what seemed like malicious intentions in her head. It was the closing of the final act for her facade, and she was certainly excited when her "friend" had asked her for a meal. Rift was pretty good at baking, but she of course, was going to ruin it terribly. She threw together a delicacy that Star Guardians would normally eat and smirked softly as she stared down the meal. Next, she grabbed some poison and mixed a few drops of it in with the meal so it wasn't noticeable.

"Dinners ready!" Chirped the exile as she made her way into the kitchen, laying down the meal in front of her guest with a wide smile. "It's made with extra love."

(the meal can be anything because i'm dumb and don't know what it can be hjh)

NightTerror starred at the meal for a moment. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was somewhat grateful that they had taken the time to make it. He took a few bites, before coughing a small bit mid through the meal. The poison already making his way through his system. Though despite this, and blood trickling down his lip, he finished the whole plate.

“It was pretty good, Thank you for the meal,” he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Though a small suggestion? Next time use cinnamon to hide the taste and smell of the poison,” NightTerror gave another cough.

He didn’t look concerned about just consuming poison. Well, he did have abnormal healing abilities making him near immortal, so the poison would pass eventually.

NightTerror held up a bowl of soup. He looked tired, and disappointed. His apron had splattered red soup all over it. Setting the bowl down infront of the guest. The smell of charred and burnt fumes encased the room. The sound of fire alarms going off in the background still echoed with the smoke hovering on the ceiling above.

The soup itself was black and crusty, looking nothing edible. It would shatter the instant it was touched with a spoon into a powered dust of charcoal. He just starred at the bowl, not saying anything. He just sighed.

“You know. I’m a father of 12 hellspawns. And I still can’t make simple Tomato soup.”  He paused before cursing under his breath and reaching into the pocket of his messy apron. “I’ll order you a pizza…” 

“You know, this tastes awfully like Papa John’s..”

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cobbler could make dinner, that wasn’t an issue. What may be an issue though was what the dinner consisted of. It was a delacacy in Cobbler’s eyes. Kraft Macaroni and cheese. It said Mac and Cheese dinner on the box, it counted. But, this was the catch. It was macaroni and cheese SHAPES. Unicorn shaped, to be exact. Cobbler prepared the Mac and Cheese to perfection. It was like 50% of his diet after all. Every entree needed a side, so Cobbler got some  nacho cheese Doritos. For desert, a chocolate chip cookie. Cobbler also got out a champagne glass and poured in some Dr Pepper, her favorite drink. Cobbler decided the meal needed some nutritional value, so they cut up some strawberries and put them in a bowl. TaDa! Dinner is served

(Sorry if this was a little too short)

"Wow this is pretty good" Rollup tells them while eating some of the doritos. They also really appreciate the nice looking Kraft unicorns. Not exactly what they were expecting but they'll take it anyway, after all, they probably haven't eaten any sort of macaroni this good in a while. The strawberries are pretty good too, again it's not what they expected, but it's welcomed anyway. Eventually after dinner they thank Cobbler for the meal and run off

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Rollup was just gonna make something for the guest. They could definitely make dinner, but they soon realize that they should have came prepared when noticing that the only "dinner type thing" they have is a few packs of raman. No problem though, they just need to microwave it a little... But that's a little bland, so they decide to boil it. And that's what they do... But while boiling it, they start wondering if they should add a bit of salt for extra flavor, so they grab some salt and pour it in... But that's not salt... That's sugar! Rollup realizes their mistake, but maybe they can fix it? They grab the actual salt and start putting it in but the top of the salt shaker comes off! They quickly grab a pair of tongs and get the top of the salt shaker out but that still doesn't fix the salt issue. Rollup takes a deep breath. There's no need to panic, they're an adult and they should handle this like one

"Hold on one second, I'll come back in a few minutes" they tell the guest before leaving to run to the convenience store close by. Thank God there's one near the base. They just need to buy some more microwavable ramen and make it the right way. But when they get they realize they only brought enough money to get a snickers. They buy it anyway though

When they get back they find the kitchen on fire. Oh lord. They freak out and grab a fire extinguisher before extinguishing the fire. Rollup sighs after that is over with, though now the ramen is considerably burnt

Rollup pushes the plate to the guest, looking very tired as they try not to make eye contact out of embarrassment

"Hey so... If you don't like it I can just get the others to pickup some take out when they come back if you want" they tell the guest

(It's a shame she didn't have an actual mouth, so pretend she has one)

Evita looks at their dish they cooked and tasted. She was truly disgusted by it's looks and tastes. "What the hell is this?" said Evita. "This is squid ink pasta but even worse.". She dumped the bowl of ramen into trash. She was finally to release her leisure mode to give incredibly aggressive advice to them just like Gordon Ramsay. She decided to breathe before the hellhole started. "Are you kidding me? Leaving your stove or oven on without supervision is extremely red flag from cooking. I rather use burnt meal as charcoal for bonfire. Also not labelling your ingredients will cause a food go for a waste, blah blah blah blah blah..." Holy shit the rant is so long it took 5 or more minutes to finish. After that, she sighed and apologized them for yelling, "You know... I'm sorry for giving you extremely aggressive rant like that... I'm not used to it for my employees. It is very unpleasant to say in front of beginners like you. Anyway, no need to share a snicker to me, you can have your own as comfort food."

Being a between of food scientist and nutritious is no good for her in combining research, at least Home eco is a part of the lesson to balance the materials and strategy to make better results. In order to please someone without worrying. She decided to cook Cola Chicken. A popular dish from East Asia, combining soda with chicken meat. Before doing that. She prepares the white rice before chicken because rice cooks longer than chicken but goes anything with any good dishes. While the rice is cooking, she added one tablespoon of vegetable oil into the pan along with minced garlic. She put some 8 wings of washed chicken wings to the pan and added dark soy sauce and few slices of ginger. She mixed them until the wings are cooked. When wings are cooked, she pulls out classic Coca Cola to pour in. Coca Cola do have benefits for cooking despite marketed as drinking but nothing beats the classic tastes. Also, she put few spices in order to enhance the taste. She has to stir occasionally until the cola sauce is soaked.

Finally, the chicken is done prepared into plate and the rice is put into the bowl. At last, she sprinkled some spring onions. "My cooking skills might be not into many starred Michigan restaurant. This is why I don't work in restaurants, even opening my own," said Evita. She rolls sleeves off her outfit and said "Don't judge the ingredients I just put, you will get the taste from it. Also that chicken goes good with a plain rice."

Hey y'all! This isn't directed at anyone but moving forward there's a new rule:

"No minimum but you MUST prove that you read the post you're replying to. Your post must contain elements of the above reply or the character's info."

I understand not everyone has the energy to write a lot, you're totally free to write just one sentence. But it HAS to make it clear you read the above post and/or the character you're responding to. It's no fun if you write your prompt and someone disregards it with just one sentence that doesn't make sense, right? 

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It's very, very, very, VERY apparent that Evita went to a lot of lengths to prepare this meal. She'd used precise measurements, sliced things how they were supposed to be sliced, followed a certain routine, and most importantly; had extreme patience when putting it all together. Unlike Evita, Empress struggled often with being able to sit still during meal preparation. At home, she'd throw a few things in the microwave or oven, sometimes even stir a thing or two on the stove. But dicing, sprinkling, getting deep into seasoning and garnishing? She didn't have the time for! If she wasn't working, she was too excited to watch some shows or talk to her friends. 

When the cola is poured, she's not sure how she feels about it. The idea was interesting, to say in the least.. but would it actually taste okay? Surely someone who put so much time into their meal wouldn't ruin it so feebly with a soda, right? The plate is served and she smiles up at the other woman, showing nothing but gratitude and interest. "Thank you! I'll admit, I've never seen anyone use Coke o-or any soda for that matter in a hot meal. My mom used to make popsicles with it, but that's it!" Handling whatever utensil she was given to eat, she gives the chicken a little taste. Without a beat, her expression lights up and she brings a hand to the side of her face, holding it. Chewing takes but a few seconds and when she's done, she beams up at Evita. "T-This is really good!! Did you come up with this idea yourself?!"

Setting a plate down in front of you, she gives an embarrassed smile. There's an adorable little strawberry themed apron tied neatly around her body and unfortunately, there's all kinds of sauces and splatters on it. Unknown to you, she struggled in the kitchen the entire time she was cooking. First she almost burnt an entire portion of the first handful of chicken thighs she'd been frying. Then, she'd added too much water to the rice and had to remake it. After, the sauce almost boiled over and was the culprit for the staining on said apron. 

"Sorry.. it took longer than expected." She sighs, leaning to the side to pick up and then set another plate in front of you. It's a pair of bunny-shaped onigiri. The rice doesn't look half bad. "This is the first time I've tried making this. I was really inspired by a woman who used a can of soda in her chicken. I looked up Korean fried chicken.. and I came up with this!" 

     While Empress looked bashful, Zack wore his cold expression while gazing at her apron. Messy. She must have worked very hard for him. He was impressed, and looked down at his plate for his eyes to widen slightly at the sight. Bunny onigiri. They had the ears and expression and everything. Absolutely incredible. Instantly, he pulled out his phone and took countless photos.

     After the umpteenth photo, he set his phone down and continued to glower at the food. It felt almost like a crime to eat something so cute, but she worked so hard to make this for him. He was, though, nervous about the idea of eating food cooked with soda, but...

     Steeling himself, Zack took a bite of the onigiri. It was flavorless with just the tiniest taste of salt. He then ate the chicken and was pleasantly surprised.
     "This is very good," he muttered without looking at her, disgusted at himself for ruining the onigiri.

     Zack didn't eat food very often, the few times he did being with friends and family. That usually meant eating out. This didn't seem like a different occasion. The vampire set down a box of freshly delivered pizza with pineapples on it.
     "Here," was all he grunted.

(SCREAMS HE WOULD HAVE COOKED IF IT WAS FOR H E R)

(^ sdgffdg she'll gladly take the pizza tho! And that was so cute I cri ;v; - also glad to know the pizza is vegetarian, Evie appreciates <3 xD)

"Oh, you really didn't need to!" Evie smiled, half feeling bad for the inconvenience her visit may have caused. "But- I appreciate the gesture, of course." she looked from the pizza back up at Zack. "Do you like pineapple on pizza?" It was kind of an obvious question considering he had ordered it but still, it was an interesting choice. (Not that she was judging, she did not quite understand the whole debate... And salty and sweet usually worked, right? It was not her favorite, mostly because she preferred not to eat any meat, but she would make an exception!)
"I just- figured it's rare enough that I close the shop early so I wanted to stop by and see how you're doing." she explained, followed by a sigh. "I hope that was okay, I don't mean to be-", what was the right word again?, "intrusive? overbearing?" She was overthinking this, wasn't she? Besides, she had never been here before and when in doubt spending some free time looking at cute pets was a nice idea anyway, right? And maaaybe she was just a little bit curious about his work place. And him. of course. "How has your day been so far?" big blue eyes were staring back at Zack while Evie finally found the confirmation that it was indeed okay to take a slice and nibble on it. Being surrounded by the smell of food all day she rarely ever was truly hungry, but she knew she needed to eat anyway. It also was a great excuse to listen to him talking.

"Ah, so I know this is a bit ironic but I am not... the greatest cook there is." she smiled apologetically. "I hope it's going to be fine anyway." Evie mumbled before placing a bowl with Spaghetti and vegetables in front of you. "You looked hungry so I tried to make something quick. There's some mushrooms, asparagus and tomatoes in there, hopefully that's fine..."

(v that was so cuuute! Willard is precious and needs to be protected at all cost.)