Your OC Makes Dinner

“Oh thank you Miss Evangeline! Im sure the spaghetti will be fine!” Willard told her, smiling as he took the plate of food.

As a person with a strong stomach and appetite inherited from his father, the young man isn’t picky with food at all. He takes out a pair of chopsticks from the inside (probably pocket dimension) of his jacket, and proceeds to eat the food.

A bit of chewing, a bit of tasting some more. Willard seems to like the food, feeling like Evangeline‘s cooking.

“It’s good! Quite nice for a spaghetti dish, reminds me of spaghetti I had in Italy with my friends. Thank you again for the meal!” he replied, fully cleaning his plate of the food.

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(OOC: I’m so sorry next poster and next posters OC)

Willard has strange ideas when it comes to making food. Hot takes and weird combinations that probably would make an ordinary person sick after eating. He was making his favorite dish growing up, ramen. Following the recipe his mother passed down to him, from generations in his family do they follow a specific ramen recipe. And Willard’s following it fine, but with a twist.

For some reason the man is obsessed with ramen combined with something that should only go with desserts. A unknown amount of some undisclosed type of soda in the soup (he can hear his mother yelling at him to not put in soda, but Willard didn’t listen to him, ignoring him completely ) and melted caramel candy as a topping.

He handed the other the dish with a bit of a giggle and a “hope you enjoy” in Japanese. The ramen looked nice and authentic with ramen noodles and authentic toppings such as chashu (thin sliced braised pork) , a bit of sautéed onions one would find in French onion soup (got to have a French twist), corn, a soft and hard boiled egg, some cherry tomatoes, and seaweed. But then again, the caramel sauce on top and soda in the soup might not be the best choice, but it’s much better than what he usually would do; which is way worse.

Rogue investigated the ramen given, and although it looked great, there was a couple rather.... Questionable ingredients, but he didn't seem to be phased or bothered by it at all. Still, out of kindness, he had to give it a try, and once he did, he didn't know what to make of it, as he's not very fond of soda, and thought it ruined the dish in a way. Oddly enough, he didn't have anything against the caramel.

 He eventually finished the ramen, out of a kind gesture, since he felt it would be rude not to. "It's not half bad, actually.... Though the soda was a bit overwhelming." Rogue gave his response to Willard, he was honest but didn't want to make the chef feel bad. "Thank you anyways, you have a rather interesting taste." 

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Rogue began to cook his favorite dish, also happened to be ramen, but decided he would add his own twists. Still, his sight wasn't exactly great, which might not have been exactly been much help. 

Once finished, he presented it to the next person, though he seemed flushed as he was doing so, "It's not exactly great... But it's something." The dish itself contained some carrots, a boiled egg, some thin slices of chicken, chives, and some tofu. The ramen looked rather appealing, but did the taste match of to it's expectations?

     En looked at the dish. This was ramen, though he was used to the cheap ones in grocery stores. This had more to it, there were veggies, eggs, and all kinds of protein in it. It looked like something he'd see on a travel magazine. 

     The appearance got his approval, but what about the taste? He silently blew on the noodles before biting and slurping. The broth was somewhat bland, and the chicken's flavor was washed off by the broth, but the chives and carrots gave it a satisfying crunch and a refreshing feeling, and the warmth was very welcoming. En looked at Rogue and gave his nod of approval and thanks before eating more.

     Having an unexpected guest was nothing En ever liked, much less went out of his way to cook for. So he unceremoniously set down a bucket of crab legs he'd gotten at a seafood restaurant. He glared at you as if to dare complain about it.

Novem stared at the crab legs he had gotten from En, before turning his piercing gaze back to the man before him.  A frown was painted on Novem's face as truth be told...he couldn't eat this...and well En was sending him a rather mean glare.  Novem didn't particularly care about En's well, 'hospitality' the fox couldn't be bothered to.  He had thought to return the male's glare, and perhaps sneer a quip- but that's not what he does.  

A nervous smile flashes onto Novem's face as he delicately moves the bucket of crab away from him. "Ah- funny thing actually.  I'm allergic to shellfish.  But thank you, I appreciate it, really." Folding his hands, he leaned his cheeks against them, his nervous smile turning into one of warmth.  It was all a lie.  All of it, even the 'emotion' he was showing, but- En didn't need to know that.

Oh god....this was embarrassing.  Novem was so close to throwing a fit, smashing all his dishes and pans into the floor as if it would relieve his growing frustration.  But- he didn't dare do such a thing.  Not in the face of company.  He would keep it together, plaster on a shy smile as he turned to his guest and work through the meltdown that threatened to over power him.  Novem set the food down on the table, and to everyone's dismay...it was burnt.  Novem burned the bacon and eggs.  He wasn't human(though he did look it), and thus he didn't eat....human food, he had never had to cooked, and he didn't bother to learn.  

"I am- so sorry." He really wasn't, he found this whole entire thing a waste of time, but- he couldn't let his guest know that.

      His nose twitched eagerly as Novem cooked. He could barely restrain himself when the plate of burnt food was set in front of him. IcyHot was starving and thsi food smelled delicious! He sat up with his arms on the table and gobbled down the plate for food. He looked like a dog stealing food from a table. IcyHot even ate the plate and silverware too. “That was delicious! Can I have some more?!” He sat back in his seat and smiled.

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“You want food? I gotchu.” IcyHot pulled some meat and greens form the fridge. Instead of using a pan to cook the beef and chicken he used his clean hands. He let the meat cook and then placed it on a plate. The salad was chopped poorly, he tried not go met it since he was so excited. Eventually he cooled down enough to finished the salad. IcyHot chopped the meat into the salad and added dressing. “Done!” He slid the bowl of salad to your character and watched them eat quietly. 

Olethros hunched over the salad given to her, her eyes wide. She still didn't understand the mysterious portals that were refrigerators, but that shouldn't matter. Rather, she stared down at her meal, wondering for a moment if it really was safe to eat. It should be, right? She was pretty sure she trusted IcyHot, but his abilities... the way he held himself... Well, to put it simply, there was something off about him, just in his nature and much less in his alien species. Olethros didn't think it wise to mention it, either way, as she numbly pawed at the salad, and then finally took a bite.

Well, she didn't much care for vegetables in the first place. But the meat? Nice. It was cooked tender, simple to chew and eat. "It's lovely." Olethros sighed, perfectly content. Even though she started picking out the meat and setting it aside to eat on its own. "I may use the greens for the animals. I think they will eat them?" She was sure she could get a couple turtles to try the lettuce, at least. "And thank you! Yes, yes. Thank you so much."

"I caught it fresh!" Olethros couldn't help but brag. The catfish, however... it wasn't cooked. At all. She dragged the big ass fish down on the table before the other person, and looked at them expectantly.

Eat it. I dare you.

(I'm not good at writting but why not-)

QT glares at Olethros with annoyance as they brag, Waiting for her to shut her yapper. When QT is presented with this dare they make a lil squeak that is defidently a laugh of sorts. They take a sniff of the catfish and immediately goes wide-eyed like a cat. They go ahead and nudge the fish to face towards them, take a little nibble, and then this small kid proceeds to swallow the giant catfish whole like a f*cking pelican. Being a harpy, they have a love for fresh meat. 

QT leaves the kitchen through an open window and comes back about 20 minutes later with an entire buffalo, completely destroying the window they come back through. It's not even dead??? How did they fly with an entire buffalo?????? There is now a live buffalo next to you that is just chilling. How is the person going to eat this?

"I appreciate the gesture, but I don't believe I can consume this," Yvette eyes the behemoth of a creature resting besides her, a snort punctuating each breath it takes, and lightly pokes it with one of her bony fingers. “It’s too big. And the meat is tough.”

She licks her lips. Crosses her arms.

“How did you even carry this all the way here? It’s a very heavy animal for someone like you.” She chitters, intrigued as she takes her eyes off of the buffalo, and towards the child. 

“It’s tradition for centipedes to cannibalize each other,” Yvette shrugs, gently grasping a limp corpse of a decently sized centipede. “Especially once they have died.”

She turns towards you, offering her hand (with the centipede). “How about you try?”

Cameron stared at the centipede, then at the centipede. He beamed. "What a welcoming party, huh?" he laughed. "I was going to order a pizza to celebrate seeing you again, but you sure know how to party! Though I've gotta say, you look different somehow," he tilted his head and crossed his arms in contemplation. It was like something was missing, but what was it...? Oh well, it had been so long, maybe he was just imagining things. Or trying to distract himself from "dinner".

Taking the centipede in his hand, Cameron pursed his lips. I mean, I've had worse, he thought to himself, then, with a deep sigh, took a bite. Oh, that had a weird crunch! And it was... real prickly with all those legs! After some uncomfortable chewing, he gulped and shuddered, then smiled at her again. "So how 'bout that pizza?"

"You know, it's been a looong time since I've done any cooking!" Cameron called out from the kitchen between the tune he was whistling and the oil sizzling in his pots. "Last time I cooked was..." He tilted his head back in thought before his eyes widened. Oh yeah, that. Not the best conversation topic for his guest. "... It was for a friend!" he laughed. "The look on his face, it was like I was the best chef out there-- Felt like it, too. He got sick, though. I think he ate it all too fast, so that's your warning! I know it's going to taste great, so don't take it all in one bite!"

Finally, Cameron came into the room with a, "Ta-da!", and set down a plate of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. "My specialty~... I think. Give it some time to cool then let me know how it is!"

"Thank you very much," he nods his head to EKO-0007, cutting a piece of his filet.  "I've...never had food made from such a fascinating machine, Much less from another..." he pauses, "...star...system? Er, nevermind."

The necromancer puts the seafood in his mouth. After swallowing, he pauses and thinks. Contrary to his expectations, the filet was amazing. It was light and tender. And when he tasted the couscous, he was also surprised by the quality.

"Wow," Santiago smiles at EKO-0007. "This is wonderful! I'm very glad to hear that other...worlds have such great food. I'm sorry, I'm not very familiar with this sort of terminolgy. But again, thank you."

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"Alright," Santiago sets a small plate in front of you. It looks like a regular plate of noodles. "I recently visited Spain. This is one of their popular dishes, angulas. Now, don't be alarmed, but that means baby eels in English."

He smiles hopefully at you. "I put some chilis and garlic for some flavor, too. Please tell me if you like it or not. And trust me - it's not as bad as it seems."

"Ah, these are so expensive..." Hala prodded at the 'noodles', but then she paused to look at them more closely. She had not eaten angulas in years, not since leaving her family in Hirveda. She wondered for a moment if she should write to one of her sisters and ask for a tin, but it was best to focus on the present for now.

"I swear, though, you must have spent a fortune. Thank you for... thinking to do such a thing -- and I swear that I can pay you back!"

Hala laughed as she stirred the little eels around. Then, she gathered them onto her spoon and crunched down on them. They were so much like spaghetti noodles, nice and mild with the ittiest, bittiest little crunch to them, complemented by the seasonings. Hala closed her eyes and tilted her head back, and she couldn't help but to smile contently when she finished the bite off.

Then, she opened her eyes and looked to Santiago. "Believe me, you are... you are a wonderful cook. These taste a bit like home." she told him, "Might you give me the recipe? This would be great to share with my husband..."

"I am very sorry for the wait!" Hala called to the other person, standing not too far away and slaving away at the oven and stovetop. She eased a piece of naan bread out from the oven and turned to the other person, setting it down at the table and then glazing it with a thin layer of garlic butter.

"The tea will be ready in a second." Said tea was not the usual herbal teas she made. It was unbearably sweet southern iced tea, because she was an evil monster. "I know it doesn't look like much, but this bread is quite filling. Please try it."

Alcott was the type that didn't like to sit around and do nothing. Having Hala, who was so frail and tired, making something for him made him feel all the more antsy. Just as when he started to get up to go help, she came over and set down the bread. It looked like a tortilla, but thicker. He'd heard about this, especially from those restaurants his kids were always going to, but he couldn't recall the name. He'd never had it, and for it to be made from scratch.

"Water will be fine, thanks," he told Hala before reaching for the bread, hissing at how hot it was. He waited a few minutes. At least it smelled really good, full of spices and butter. Yeah, it looked damn good.
Time's up. He reached for the bread again. Still hot, but dammit, he was hungry. He popped a small piece into his mouth, wincing and getting some water to help cool his mouth down. Thankfully, it didn't wash the flavors away. The bread was soft and fluffy, and those seasonings and add-ons added just enough to give it a nice compliment to the flavor.

"This is really good," he grunted to Hala. "How do you make this? Can you show me? Or hell, I'd love to buy some from you."

"Summer isn't over yet, so it's still grilling season," Alcott whistled from his backyard patio, flipping a burger over the grill. Any chance he could take his grill out he would, and that meant cooking dinner for some random stranger.

After a bit of this and a bit of that, he walked over and set down to big trays on the table: one full of thick cheeseburgers and the other full of steak. "I don't mean to brag," Alcott smirked, "but I make the best steaks in the country. Go on, try it. My burgers aren't half-bad either."

Four looked down at the trays offered to her, she felt a pang in her chest at the realization that she could not eat either of the things presented to her.  She feared being rude- perhaps hurting the male's feelings for turning down the food.  But, the alternative was eating it- and simply having it come back up- which she felt was more insulting! So, what does the woman do? Well, lie of course. 

Four offers a nervous smile as she looks at the food then to Alcott. "Ah- I'm so sorry I'm-" Oh, what was the word humans used again when they don't eat meat? Herbivore? No...that wasn't it.  "I'm vegetarian.  But it look absolutely amazing, I'm sure you did wonderful." That oughta do it.  Four would rather not upset anyone if she could help it! 

While Four was incapable of eating any...more human food, the women by all means could cook.  Nothing extravagant, nothing fancy, but she had learned enough to maintain her image as a 'human', and to feed any quest she may have over at her humble cottage on the sea.  Today, she had decided on a simple tomato soup, with a side of grilled cheese, she preferred making more 'homey' food as they referred to it. She offered the bowl, and sandwich with a soft smile, but it should be noted she was not serving herself anything.

Mary's stomach curled in on itself with desperate hunger. Her age made moving and...existing an arduous process. One that needed sustenance. Thankfully, this young girl had been so kind as to provide her with anything to eat. Grabbing hold of the grilled cheese with her hand free of the death grip she had on her cane. Greedily she shoved half of the sandwich in her mouth and chewed hungrily. However, as she finished her bite, she realized how rude that was of her to eat so hastily. Not to mention she could have choked! Sometimes she feared she was too fast even with her limitations

Clearing her throat, she dunked the other half of the sandwich in the soup. "Thank yeh, dearie; ye are too kind to a woman." She thanked her before taking another significant bite out of the sandwich. It was delicious in its simplicity

(TW: She is gonna be feeding you bits of a horse sized insect, it's her home's famous dish so....yeah, an idk what some people's limits are