Your OC Makes Dinner

"T-thank you. it looks nice." Jacob Picked up handfuls with his paws and placed the food in his mouth. Tasty. He continued eating this way until nothing remained on the plate. He picked up the plate and licked it clean. hey, its what canines do.

"again, thanks,"

leaving no food in return would be rude. He flew off to grab ingredients. He returned with a basket of porcini mushrooms, some cheeses, milk, eggs, a bag of dough and fresh fruit. unlike Joey, he knew what he was doing. he turned on the oven and set it for 350 degrees. He chopped up the mushrooms and cheese. He placed the ingredients in the bowl before cracking the eggs, pouring the milk in and mixing. He rolled out the dough and placed it in a pan. dust from his wings did fall into the tart after he poured the filling in. Ding! the oven was ready. He placed it in the oven and flitted about tidying up the place. The fruit was sliced and placed in a butterfly-shaped arrangement. He flitted about cleaning and fussing for 45 minutes before the oven dinged again.

"I h-hate this part." he whimpered before opening the oven. He grabbed the pan. Yelping he placed the pan on a chopping block. someone tell this boy oven mitts exist. He flittered out leaving a trail of fairy dust.

   Raw Diamond appeared to the table in the most unusual way. She had to eat something, then prepare something for someone else? Odd. She shrunk down to an appropriate size and sat at the table. Frowning she shoveled the food into her mouth. She sank her teeth into the tart, smiling slightly, she ate the rest of the tart. "Fascinating." She nods in approval. 

   Here came the fun part, she was going to prepare a meal. She laughs and leaps into the atmosphere, far beyond the milky way, and into a new galaxy. She selected a planet she was growing for consumption and took plated the giant planet. She left it just outside the solar system of the consumer, so that the gravity of her large meal did not disturb the consumer. She went back and offered a ride to her customer.

Ethan sat in the kitchen, a tense look on his paler-than-usual face. He was told he'd be prepared a meal. By a giant of a woman. With a mean look on her face. Needless to say, he had a bad feeling about this.
Suddenly, he heard screams outside, and his phone was going haywire with texts and calls. Apparently the end of the world was coming??? Seeing things getting red outside, Ethan hurried out to see a... what was that?? The moon? Another sun? There was a... another planet right above them! W-Was it going to crash into the earth?!
In the midst of Ethan's panic attack, Raw Diamond returned, seemingly unfazed by the End of Times vastly approaching. She told him that his food was ready, pointing at the very planet that was threatening to destroy his. Ethan wasn't sure how to feel. Still terrified? Terrified of Raw Diamond? Terrified that he was expected to eat an entire goddamn planet?
Please tell him this is just a bad dream...

After roughly months of recovering from that fiasco, Ethan worked up the courage to cook again. He wanted to start with something simple: cake! Everyone liked cake, right? Not to toot his own horn, but his mother's a great baker, and he always helped her out, so he picked up a few tricks himself. He was going to make a triple layered chocolate cake with homemade icing. All he had to do was crack some eggs, boil some butter...
In the middle of Ethan's baking, he had accidentally used salt instead of sugar.

A large slice of cake was set down in front of his guest. It looked... all right. There was something off, yet it was presented nice enough to be shrugged off. At least by Ethan.
"I hope you like it!" he chimed happily. Cooking after so long felt good! He was going to do more of this!

Emery watched the angel that had blessed him with his very presence work diligently and compassionately to make a cheesecake just for him. It almost seemed like a dream to him. An extremely handsome angel making him, of all people, a dessert from the pure kindness in his heart. He stared almost entranced in awe by how he worked. He was holding his breath as he watched for what seemed like years until it was ready to be served, and handed to him gently by the man with a bright smile on his face that made Emery's heart lighten up and wvwn flutter a bit. After glancing down at it and over the dessert, the presentation and appearance of this particular cheesecake was definitely... interesting. It hadn't been like any other cheesecake he'd seen before, being somewhat lopsided in some areas and flattened out in others. It certianly wasn't as pretty as a store bought cheesecake, but Emery had always managed to find a soft spot in his heart for homemade cooking. He always felt that it was special in such a way that large scale operations could never replicate. It came straight from the heart and that's what mattered to him the most. Emery smiled graciously up at Grace and murmured a small, "Thank you!" before taking a small bite of a generous slice of the cake Grace had given him. Almost immediately it became evident that the angel wasn't quite familiar with cooking, even if the strange look of the chessecake itself hadn't already set off red flags. The crust was crumbling and falling apart as he lifted it up which caused a small mess of crumbs to litter his plate and his t-shirt. But, nonetheless, Emery still managed to find himself smiling at the thing. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside perhaps because an angel made it, or maybe because it was a kind gift, or maybe even both at the same time. Emery makes a big smile at Grace and rubs his arm nervously before saying, "I really like it. You did a wonderful job on it overall. Have you ever thought of picking baking up as a hobby?" He takes a moment to glance away as his face heats up from the interaction before continuing, "I think you'd like that a lot."

After witnessing a literal angel give him a gift, he felt it deep within his heart to return the favor to someone in order to make him proud. He cooked a lot for his daughter when she was in the house or before she'd go out and do something. He'd pack her lunches and send her off, hoping for the best for her and everything else. The tastiest thing he could think of making off the top of his head was peach cobbler. It had admittedly been a while since he last made peach cobbler. So he'd gotten out his old trusty cook book that been a hand-me-down from a relative. Carefully, he got together all the ingredients and started to make it according to the recipe trying his best to make sure he didn't make a mess or spill anything, but that was quite inevitable. It was just a matter of when. After it had got done cooling, he finally sets it in front of the person he's giving it to and rubs the back of his neck and making a sheepish smile. "Sorry about the wait on your food. Admittedly, im kinda... rusty, but I really hope you like it." 

Grandfather looked down at his dish. He never had a peach cobbler before. And he wasn't necessarily a fan of peaches - not because he doesn't like the taste of it, it was a matter of not been given many opportunities to eat any peaches. Decent ones, at least. He made a quick glance at the cook, so seemed to look nervous as he stared straight back at Atticus with curiosity. He gave him a reassuring smile, indicating that there was nothing to worry about. Grandfather was very tolerable with many dishes in his lifetime.

He had taken a large bite, chewing it for a few seconds to explore all the tastes that signaled in his brain. Fantastic he said in his mind. He would be saying those praises out loud, but Grandfather simply wanted to keep his character in check - his personality collective and calm like he always would be. Atticus continued to eat the whole dish until it was practically clean, then slamming his used utensils down onto the table.

"Give me more." He demanded. "This is delicious."

Atticus was given a task to cook for someone! He hasn't cooked FOR anyone in a while - his recent cooking adventure was baking with an older gentleman together and creating a fantastic bundle of pastries that he had given to some of his close acquaintances.

He was in the kitchen, his finger on his lip, trying to figure out what to whip up for his guest. At this time, his guest had already had an entree from the restaurant they left an hour ago. He was reminded of a peach cobbler he had the other day, and this indicated that it was time to create a fantastic dessert dish. Dessert was actually one of the types of food that Grandfather was particularly experienced with.

He'd decided that he'd go for cookies. A childish move, but he wanted to step up by adding alcohol since he, himself, is an older gentleman who deserves a life of class. Guiness? Fireball? Vodka? No, bourbon. Whiskey was one of Grandfather's favorable drinks - and perhaps his companion would appreciate the sly move.

Grandfather knew [Jey's] cookie recipe by heart because he knew that old man's recipe was far more superior than his own when it comes to those little delectable treats. The thought of this simply made him laugh to himself, alone, in the kitchen. He didn't even put a decent amount of bourbon - only a teaspoon or two for a whole batch of cookies. He didn't want the alcohol to overcome the sweetness - but he would want to have that light light refined taste to be touched.

It didn't take very long, it took alot quicker than expected. After a while Grandfather had came back from the kitchen with a plate piled with warm, chocolate chip cookies, infused with a light bit of bourbon. He'd slid the plate towards his guest. "I hope you're tolerable with alcohol. I whipped up something good in it." He said, chuckling. He was leaning against the table, anticipating for some feedback.

Thomas laughs, snuffing out his cigar, "Son, I love cookies... And alcohol? I drink it like water." He leans to take a cookie, biting into it and letting out an appreciative sound, starting to gesture with it as he speaks, "Ya know, son.... My town could use a good baker, all we got are men's wives..." He cringes, "No offence to them, but they bake bricks, not bread. And alcohol in em to boot! I like you..." He finishes the first one off quickly, dusting the crumbs off himself before reaching for another.

Thomas... really wasn't a man who cooked... He side-eyed his guest with a disgruntled look. He grabs a can of beans and cracks it open, sticking a spoon in it and handing it to them... He pauses, "What? Ye expect more? WE're saving the bacon till the morning..." He rolls his eyes, sitting on a stump and rummaging through his pack, throwing a package of wrapped hard tack and a bottle of whiskey at his quest, "There, that's all I got..."

           Hrvoje silently took note of his host's frustration. He wouldn't blame him for it, not everyone deemed cooking to be a necessary skill in their daily life. The Croat looked at the canned bean blankly, almost wanting to offer to cook something from it for both his host and himself but he knew that would be incredibly rude. Instead he just nodded and expressed his gratitude, with a tone of voice that he tried to make sure shouldn't be mistaken for sarcasm. "Thank you very much for your kindness. I'm terribly sorry for the trouble I've caused you."

          As he slowly fed himself with the food offered, he couldn't help but being reminded back to the wars he experienced in the last century. Three of them, all of which are major one that caused widespread food shortage. From those times, he learned not to look down on any food offered, no matter how simple it is. A canned bean and hardtack were considered a prize for a meal in such time. What should be more important than the amount or quality of food offered was the kindness of the person who gave it.

          He finished the bean and hardtask but refused to touch the alcohol; saying that he normally doesn't consume alcoholic drink. His host didn't have to know he just preferred wine over liquor. That would just make him get farther into his host's bad side...

          Back to a familiar setting, Hrvoje was at ease being in his usual 'territory' - the kitchen. While he was nothing near being professional culinary arts expert, he still loves cooking as hobby. Alright, this was the best chance to introduce Slavonian cuisine to someone! He had the entire reputation of the region on his shoulders. Before getting down to work, his guest was served an hors d'oeuvre in a form of cheese and Pršut platter, "My apologies in advance, it may takes a bit of time before the main dishes will be finished."

          He might overdo it, but he would rather give his guest choices instead of forcing them to eat from a single dish he chose. Kulen(paprika flavored pork sausage) and Riblji paprikaš(spicy fish stew) with pasta were a must, but they're rather spicy and he realized not everyone loved paprika as much as he did. So just to be on safe side, he also made a dish of sarma with ground beef. A piece of Švargl in his fridge for side dish...should that be enough yet?

          "Please do not feel obliged to finish everything, I merely want to give you choices in case spicy food isn't something to your taste," he explained. Another quick trip to the kitchen and he returned with another platter for dessert - Orahnjača(walnut roll) with fresh peaches and pears, the proud products of Slavonia's agriculture. Finishing up the meal preparation, he poured a local white wine into a glass, offering his guest a mean to escape from this 'paprika hell' in the form of Kulen and Riblji paprikaš if they were willing to try them, along with two glasses of milk and apple juice in case his guest preferred non-alcoholic drinks.

(To the person below - your OC doesn't need to eat all of them - just a dish or two would be enough. :) But of course if they're able to finish everything then go ahead ;D Also apologies for a load of unusual food, Hrvoje has too much pride when it comes to his local food and products to cook something from other parts of Croatia)

"I'm not allowed to have alcohol due to my age but that is a lot of food." She seemingly devours it all before chugging on the milk, apple juice and possibly water if she can find it. "If I can offer criticism sir, tone down the paprika. I felt like I was doing the cinnamon challenge and my mouth cannot take that kind of heat."

Back in Shade's barracks, she was about to get waay to comfortable.

"Look. I may have a bunch of heroes around that can cook, but I can adapt box mix sweets to my own personal flair. Now what do you want to start with? Cherry Brownies with Whipped Cream or Chocolate cake with brownie bits on the inside along with chocolate chips and chocolate frosting."

"Ah, brownies for dinner?! Sumimasen, but I think I just died and went to heaven! You really know how to treat a girl~!" Humming she considered the two options, with both of them just setting her mouth watering at the mere thought, her eyes twinkling in her eagerness, but there was one of them that was always going to be the sure fire winner. "Everyone knows that berries always make a dish perfect! So the brownies it is!"

First sticking her finger into the whipped cream, she giggled as she sucked it up before digging into the delicious brownie with a spoon. Taking a stacked spoonful, she grinned back at Shade before popping it into her mouth.

"Mmmph, Itadakimasu!"

Despite being a bit of a 'connoisseur' when it came to sweets, it wasn't very hard to please Kimiko's sweet tooth at the end of the day. So regardless of the brownie's 'true' quality, she sighed contently as she savored the mouthful, loving the sweet and succulent cherries that Shade had included. 

"Haaa... that's the best~! Sometimes box mixes just can't be beat, especially when you add your own neat little touches!" 

Spooning more into her mouth over and over, she pet her belly and nodded contently. "Gochiso sama deshita! Could you maybe spare a few of those for me to take home with me, hehe~!"

That was when she noticed the chocoholic cake next to the batch of brownies, which made her take pause. She was definitely ready for more... but she knew it'd be better to resist! At least, that's what she told herself before picking up her fork again and pulling the other plate towards her.

"Well, you did make this for me after all! I better give it a try right! Itadakimasu!"

Kimiko wasn't sure if a chocolate induced coma existed, but if it did then she was sure that eating more than one slice of that cake would have put you into one. As she felt her mouth fill with creamy chocolate frosting, brownie bites, cookies and cake, she knew it'd be worth it though. Much like the brownies, even though it was just from a box... sometimes that was enough for a girl who loved sweets like Kimiko did. 

"Ohhhhh my god... I'll need to take a few slices of that back with me too, if that's ok~"

Back in Kimiko's own apartment, the pinkette was busy tying on a pink frilly apron, the sort of kitchen attire you might expect from her of course. As she finished pulling together the knot, she raised her hands up into the air, as if presenting her small apartment kitchen that surrounded her to an audience. It was fitted with only the bare basics, plus plenty of pink cooking utensils. 

"Kooooonichiwa! Welcome to Kimiko's Kitchen~"

Lowering her arms, she placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, her cleavage still as present as ever despite her apron. 

"Hehe, what do you think of the apron~? I thought about wearing nothing underneath it but... that'd be pretty unsanitary, right~? I don't cook that much, but I know that much, ehehe~ If this were a different situation though..."

Shaking her head, she began to pull her twintails into a ponytail.

"This isn't the time for that sort of thing unfortunately though, maybe some other time huh~?"

Winking she began to pull out some of her tools, including some leftover rice, some avacado, a cucumber and some imitation crab. Sighing she began to clumsily fix her dish on the countertop.

"I really don't cook meals for myself that often, like I said, so it's probably gonna be a little messy, but it's the love that counts right? I like to think i'm a sushi chef in the making... well, maybe not, hehe~"

As she sized up her efforts, she brought it over to you, the fruits of her efforts being a extremely basic looking set of california sushi rolls, that looked a little rough around the edges, but definitely looked somewhat edible.

"Well! Give it a try! Let me know what you think~!"

Nicolas had followed Xander to the vending machine, jokingly thinking that this would be the food given to him.
And then it happened.
He jumped as the glass broke and several bags of chips started falling on the ground, some still hooked inside. He blinked several times and looked back at Xander, then the machine, then back at him. This wasn't legal!! But... Well, frankly he was more worried that rejecting the food would lead to that pipe hitting him next.
"Well, uh..." He reached out and took out a bag of sour cream and onion. Then some cheetos. "Th-Thanks...?"

Nicolas holed himself in the kitchen for a while. You could hear other voices in there, followed by frustrated yells and groans. After what seemed like ages, he left the kitchen, his DIU video still playing in the background, and happily moved over to you. With a nervous smile, he set down a bowl. In it appeared to be a salad with two adorable rice balls on them and some potatoes and meat at the corner.
"It took a lot of trial and error, but I managed to get it just right, I think!" Nicolas beamed. Suddenly, he dropped his expression to uncaring and turned away. "I mean... I know people are usually into those so I thought I'd give it a try. Maybe try to impress a few people and try to get a date out of it sometime. I don't know. I don't really care about those kinds of things," he muttered in an attempt to save face.