Your OC Makes Dinner

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Szymon musters the little english he knows to say thankyou, he very much likes the humbling meal in front of him, even though it looks nothing like his own childhood delicacies it still gives him a sense of nostalgia

Szymon learned to cook his country's food from a young age. Russian meals come naturally to him even in the isolated environment he lives in now. even with no grocery stores within thousands of kilometers he still assembles his best ingredients for guests on the extremely rare occasion they do come.

he starts you off with a plate of blini with sour cream a caviar, its an appetizer. caviar was a rare luxury staple of his childhood in the soviet union. The only reason he could have it at all back then was because of his parent's military status. He still savors the salty and bumpy texture of the eggs and smooth sour flavor of the cream to this day.

he then gives you a bowl of cold borscht with a small side plate of warm onion pierogies. borscht, a pickle-y classic, and pierogies, just like his bubi (grandmother) would make.

when your done, he finishes with a box of ptasie Mleczko, his favorite polish store bought dessert <3

Looking a bit pale and disgruntled, she slumps down to the table without a word. Her eyes scanning over all the variety, a drop a moisture seeps out from the corner of her lips and her eyes grow almost longing. Grabbing the nearby utensil and bowl, she immediately goes for the dumpling-looking food, then washing it down with the flavourful soup.

By this point, she's gained a bit of life back and she looks over to the cook, "This is great. This is just what I needed. I was getting so hangry.." She sighs with bliss as she snacks on the crackers.. but another word and her eyes widen, paused with surprise.

"Oh-! What, this was for someone else? Uhh oops.." She looks a bit embarassed, looking down at the few remaining caviar-laden crackers. She then continues to munch on them, "I'll just fix them something else! And they can have the cookies, I'm not much of a dessert person anyway heh heh." She brushes off her hands and wipes them on her shorts, then picks up the dishes and brings them to the kitchen.

"Thank you for a meal, it was delicious!"

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She gathers up a few simple supplies, starts off by soaking rice noodles in warm water, then putting a few dumplings on the panfry and a single egg in water set to boil. While it cooks, she chops of up the veg - cucumbers, carrots, scallions, and radishes - into thin julienned strips. She then mixes a spicy, sweet sauce from red pepper paste, red pepper flakes, sugar, soy sauce, & just a tiny bit of the secret ingredient: strawberry jam. She mixes it well, then begins plating the dish.

Draining the water from the softened noodles, she casts a simple spell, conjuring a handful of blunt icicles and adding them to the noodles. She tosses them together until the noodles become super cold. She then proceeds to top the chewy noodles with the spicy sweet sauce, piling on the fresh veggies neatly, and finally with the halves of a soft-boiled egg at the very tippy top. She plates the crisped pork dumplings with a bit of dipping sauce - then brings everything to the table and lays it down for you.

"Ah- just make sure to mix it together well first. I'd do it for you but my sister says: 'it's bad manners or presentation and we eat with our eyes first' and all that..." She rolls her eyes a bit. "Oh also, there's some polish desert too. Eat more, okay? Well, enjoy!"

Joey eagerly scarfs it all down along with the plates and utensils. She leaves a scorpion as a thank you before Jumping out the closed window.

Joey tries, she's not the best cook but, she tries. She tosses a charred chunk of deer meat onto a table. It had a fang wedged into it. what next? Right! some beings like to use those tasty little metal things. She is not entirely sure what they are called but she places a fork on each side of the meat. Drinks next. She attempts to pour scorpion vodka into a glass. She ends up dropping it on the floor. eh, oh well. She runs outside and returns with a mouthful of grubs. She drops the acidic saliva coated grubs onto the deer meat. finally, she places a pear on the table.

"EAT IT! I MADE IT FOR YOU!" she snarls.

The plate seems...wholly unappetizing. But what could she do? It would be terribly rude of her if she refused to try at least some of it, even if it seemed a tad inedible. Steeling up her nerves, Colette reaches for one of the forks and carefully takes a small piece of deer meat, from a spot as far away from the acid-covered worms as possible. The doll takes a very small bite, relieved that at least the meat seemed to be properly cooked. Before she could even speak, Bouche is already on the table, eagerly scarfing down the numerous rest of the food, seemingly uncaring as to whether the meal is really technically considered "edible" or not. Colette lets out a silent sigh of relief, putting her fork down with a gracious nod of her head. "I apologize that Bouche here seems to have gotten to enjoy the rest of this meal before me, but from what I tasted, I could tell you...You put a lot of work into it. I appreciate your time and effort into the meal."

Colette begins rolling up her sleeves to get ready to cook, glancing over her shoulder at her guest for the meal. "I would like to apologize to begin with; I am not the best cook, so I will only be able to prepare a very simple dish. I hope that you will not be too disappointed by it." With that, she quickly set to work, roughly chopping up carrots, celery, tomatoes, potatoes and green beans, all while gently reminding her spirits to please avoid her work area. Creating a base with chicken broth and tomato juice in a large pot, she adds the vegetables to the broth along with some rosemary, thyme, salt and pepper. 

It takes a while for the soup to simmer, but once it's done, there's a homey and comforting scent in the air. She carefully ladles some of the soup into a large bowl and places it down in front of her guest, alongside a glass of water. It isn't the prettiest looking soup in the world, but it's hot and has a very pleasant, herby smell coming from it. She looks away, somewhat embarrassed at the simplicity of her meal. "...I apologize again if I have let down any expectations. I promise that it is a very filling soup. You do not have to eat it though, if you do not wish to."

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Taka sat at the table, knee shaking impatiently and his arms crossed as he watched Colette cook. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he accepted to have dinner with her, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. He never knew she could cook, and seeing her in the kitchen well... it was homey. Cute as hell, he'd give her that. She looked like a housewife. Like his housewife. The mob boss was so dazed that he almost missed her setting the dish down in front of him.
Soup. Just a simple bowl of soup and some tap water. Had to admit, it was pretty underwhelming compared to the food he always got at his top notch restaurants. He glanced over at Colette in time for her to look away shyly. He couldn't help but snicker at that cute expression, then got a spoonful of his food and took a bite. There was a hesitation, not for anything bad, but because... because it was good. It was a soft kind of good, if that made sense. A home cooked meal, made with time and love instead of the rushed commands in the kitchens of his restaurants. He could taste each ingredient clearly in a beautiful blend, and before he knew it he was licking the bowl clean.
"Goddamn, Dollface," Taka wheezed as he leaned back in his seat, his hands on his stomach and a satisfied smile on his scarred face. "I'm fallin' more in love with ya by the second!"

"Alright, well, I ain't ever cooked a damn thing in my life, so, uh..."
It was only right for a beast of a man like him to cook something tough and impressive like steak, right? He held the raw ribeye in his hands, eye twitching as he stared at it, silently willing it to show him instructions. Well whatever! He'd figure something out. Turning on the stovetops, he set the steak down on the pan and watched it sizzle angrily. Hey, this wasn't too tough!
Taka reached out to try to flip it, thinking that his hands were good enough to not need a spatula. It ended up with him yanking his hand back while yelling out a flurry of insults. When he tried to flip it again, instead of learning his lesson and using a utensil, he instead tried to flip it like one would with a pancake. Well, he tried, at least, but some divine force told him it would have been best not to.

After another mess of half an hour, Taka set the plate down. That was a steak all right. It... was cooked on one side but raw on the other. And there were no sides. Or drinks.
Taka stood over you, brows furrowed and jaw clenched.
"Ain't y'gonna take a bite?" he demanded. "I made that special for ya! Damn well better not turn down my cooking!"

The demon smiled wickedly. "Ah!" She whips her chair out and slams herself down into the chair. She gazes upon the worst meal she has ever seen, how sad. No seasoning, no garnish. She picks it up with two fingers and licks it with her long tongue. "Hm.. did you even bother to salt this here?" She slams it down back onto the table. "I have to eat this, huh?" She hisses loudly. "HAH! What a pity you are." She raises her finger in the air, and like magic the plate that Nobutaka had prepared transformed into a beautiful banquet, it not only had perfectly cooked steak, but an array of Nobutaka's favorite foods, desserts and extra things. "Now, you may stand right there and watch me enjoy this fine meal." She picks up the whole table with her one arm and her face stretches unnaturally, like a snakes jaw, and she eats the entire table. She didn't stop there either, she ate her chair, the walls, the curtains, the silverware, and everything else. "Mmmmmm Delicious!"

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Bsoa was so happy to cook. But her happiness drained as soon as she found out it was not going to be for her. She slammed a large mixing bowl onto a counter and made her favorite, a giant devil's food cake. She made one, then three, then ten. Ten cakes. She did not stop there, she made her favorite dinner as well, a whole hog, bones and all. She made ten of those, complete with the generic apple in their mouths. "Should I hesitate? No!" She made one more thing, a tiny cupcake, a strawberry cupcake. For when the meal was over. "Hahaha!~ Here is your meal, you pig!"

Germ looked out over the table excitedly. So much food! All for her! Nobody else! Who was the scary horned up-stand-creature? Well, whoever they were they were incredibly kind! Germ leapt on the food and devoured it with ease, taking a little less than an hour to do so. The up-stand-creature was shouting things she didn't understand at her, so she took it as encouragement, and started eating the leftover bones, paper, plates... Everything.

Mercy on the poor soul that must eat Germ's cooking. She only ends up making a yellowish goopy mess of what was supposed to be pineapple cobbler.

“Pizza..” Aegis stared at the piping pizza pie on the table Lucy ordered. He hasn't tried pizza so far, and so has his host. Better yet, he hasn't even tried a single human food ever since he sought to venture the human world a bit more. He got himself a slice, and slowly took a bite as to make sure he wouldn't burn his tongue.

“Mm..” He was seemingly satisfied, pizza wasn't anything horrible like he thought. If anything, it was a whole lot better than selyodka pod shuboy or salo.. “The choice of vegetables aren't so bad..” Aegis mumbled while he continued to chew, “rather, it's very good.. Some of them give it a hint of sweetness, which isn't so bad for something savory..”

Aegis could say he wasn't that much of a terrible cook. Rather, he's cooked a couple of times already; for his host, specifically. His cooking leans onto the Russian cuisine (it was his host's birthplace, and perhaps his too, in a sense..?), albeit ones that are frequently found in the household dinner table, along with a handful of treats.

He figured he'd make a pirozhki; one that's stuffed with beef, potatoes, and small bits of onions — just the way his host likes it. Aegis too would additionally bake a ptichye moloko, a treat that's well-loved. Sure, the english name may raise a brow.. though, it's actually very good if you cast aside it's english translation and enjoy as is.

"Пирожки?" Tanya was staring at the food Aegis cooked with distrust. "H-how? You trying to poison me? If so... я блядь глотку тебе вскрою!" As the girl spoke she started forgetting all the words she knew, but it didn't mater to her at all as she just continued her furious speech in russian, threatening to cut the guy's throat if the food is poisonous. Flan immediatly livened up floating around Tanya and Aegis trying to calm down the first and apologize to the second, "Oh calm down please, you are destroying your magical girl image, and think about Aegis' feelings! He tried his best to cook such magnificent dishes and you haven't even thanked him for his hospitality!" He truned to Aegis, "Please accept our sincere apologies! Don't mind Tanya, she isn't great with expressing her emotions, but she likes the food, we both can see how much love and effort you put in your dishes, we appreciate it deeply". The girl didn't understand the whole conversation but she knew this dumb furball was talking about her. She wanted to say something mean(as usual), but then somethin stopped her. No, it wasn't her lately-awakened conscience, she didn't have it at all, after all. It was the food. It was really delicious indeed, just like her granny used to cook,..She ate everything, not living a single crumb on the plates. "Don't you want to say something?" Flan sayed in a slightly annoyed tone. "T-thanks!" the girl muttered hiding her blushing face with her hair.

"So we need to cook something for a guest we are having tonight?" Tanya asked Flan. The both were in the kitchen, Tanya smoking near the window and Flan preparing everything for the cooking. "Yes, we do. So please, be nice enough to help me with cooking! I heard our  guest is a very important person, so we must do our best! Or if you don't want to help me so badly, just go hang out somewhere far away from the kitchen! It smells terribly here and all thanks to you! And don't dare to drink! We will be doomed if you appear drunk at the dinner!" The girl looked at the creature furiously but didn't move from her beloved spot on the windowsill. "Nah, i'll stay here. Wanna have some fun looking at you struggling to cook something eatable". She said with a grin, the cigarette she was smoking is already thrown out the window. "You could use the trash can you know..." Flan said not looking at her. As a huge fan of italian cuisine, he decided it would be a good idea to make pasta. Everything was going quite well with Flan cooking and Tanya...doing her things till when Flan noticed that a bottle of white wine he prepared for a sauce had disappeared. "Tanya!!! Where the fluff if the bottle?! The quest will come soon and we still have to prepare a dessert! Fluff you don't even like wine! Why did you drink it anyway?!" Tanya, who was looking drunk indeed, laughed, "We can use beer for the sauce if you want! I think it will be veeeery delicious this waay!" She giggled and lighted a cigarette. "Oh Hevens! Don't smoke in the kitchen, foolish girl!" Just when Flan wanted to do something to make the situation at least a little bit better, the doorbell rang. "Oh no!" Flan whined. "Please. Please! I beg you, don't show up at the dinner, i'll use my magic to finish the dishes and you just stay here..or wherever you want, just don't come close to us, or we both will be doomed! Understood?" The girl answered lazily, "Yeah" When Flan went to open the door and prepare the table, Tanya took the beer she was drinking(before she noticed wine) and spilled everything that was in the bottle on the pasta. "You wanted to hve sauce, so here is your sauce~" She giggled. (fortunately, there wasn't much left)

Tulip had to admit that she was more than a little surprised when she had been asked to join Flan for dinner, but how could she say no to something so small and cute looking?! That would be heartless! Besides, a good meal was never anything to turn your nose up at; she knew that from experience! She couldn't help but hum excitedly all the way to the door.

And as soon as she actually stepped into the home, the girl was greeted by a clearly drunk girl maybe only around her age and the smell of simmering beer in the air. Needless to say, as soon as the pasta was brought out, she didn't have to guess hard where the smell was coming from. Of course she had cooked with beer before, but...but was this even technically legal for her to eat?! It just seemed to be pasta drenched in beer...With a nervous glance up at Flan, she saw that he seemed to be absolutely frantic. Well, I came here for the meal...I guess the least I can do is try my best! With a small preparatory breath in, Tulip took a spoonful of the pasta and took a bite. She had to concentrate on not letting her face scrunch up in distaste at the taste of the beer. Putting her silverware down, she immediately scooted her chair back with a strained smile "Um, well, thank you for the meal, but uh...My sister is expecting me home any minute, so I really should go! It was...It was really, really something!"

She could practically feel herself buzzing with excitement. It wasn't everyday that she got to make a meal for someone outside of her normal group of friends or her sister. How exciting was it to get to make a meal for someone new?! She gave the guest an excited grin. "Okay, I promise, this is gonna be great! I'm gonna try out a new recipe just for you! Alright, just wait while I cook this up!"

Chopping up eggplant, garlic, and tons of herbs, she beat an egg and threw it into the bowl with breadcrumbs as well. After shaping the mixture into some balls and putting them into the oven to cook, she quickly got to work on boiling some fettucine and making some marinara sauce to go on top of it. At the end, she quickly buttered and seasoned some garlic bread and popped it in the oven to toast as well. All the while the imp seemed to be humming happily, trying to make small talk with her guest here and there. When it was done, she presented the finished plate with an expectant smile. It was a pretty beautiful looking dish, with the garlic bread even placed just so around the pasta and eggplant "meatballs" to give the look of professional cooking. "Okay, I need to know what you think right now. You think I added too much parsley? Or does it need more basil?"

Saw leans towards the plate, hand hovering over his fork. Months of living on tinned fruit and cold takeout have taken their toll, and while he doesn't want to get his hopes up too high, the prospect of a meal that isn't drenched in grease and sugar alone is enough to raise his appetite. 

"Well... it certainly smells good. And you've actually paid attention to your plating, which is refreshing. You wouldn't believe the trash they try to pass off as 'food' at work." 

He holds a paring knife in one hand, rubbing the back of the blade with his thumb, and his phone in the other, scanning a stir-fry recipe for the fifth time in as many minutes. He's a good food critic, sure, but not too experienced in the kitchen himself, making it difficult to cook for his own discerning palate -- much less someone else's, especially someone he hardly knows. 

"Okay. Here goes. Step one, slice coriander stalks... fuck." Of course he doesn't have any coriander. "...never mind." 

Step two is slicing garlic. He has that. The recipe calls for grated ginger and chilis, too... powdered should work, right? He slowly slices the garlic, then green onions, broccoli and carrots, and consults his phone again. 

"...Right. The noodles need to boil, so I should put those on now... and while those are cooking, I can start heating the pan up. A tablespoon of oil, was it? Let me double check..." 

With the element on and the pan heating, he dices chicken into bite-sized, easy to cook chunks, seasoning it with pepper. A timer beeps and he jumps, scrambling to get the noodles off the stove. The pan starts sizzling. He rushes to the sink, throwing the noodles in a strainer and turning the tap on to cool them before tossing the chicken into the pan, splattering hot oil across the stove and himself.
"OW! Ow, christ. I should've known this would happen."
He gives the chicken a stir with a fork, removing the noodles from the sink and rinsing himself off before hurrying back to the pan. Veggies next, or at least I hope so, he thinks, gingerly dropping them in while trying to avoid getting scalded again. After two minutes of stirring, he adds the noodles, spices and soy sauce, tossing them all together and cooking them through. 

He scoops a serving into a modestly-sized, inexpensive bowl with a fork alongside. The carrots and broccoli look a bit soggy, but otherwise it appears edible. 

"I apologize in advance."