Your OC Makes Dinner

The blonde studied the dish before digging in but placing the steak to the side. She loved steak and all, but it was a bit raw for her tastes. It wouldn't go to waste thought, as she'd probably give it to her Liepard, Leo. The girl smiled at the teen in thanks and then went on her way.

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The girl carried it grocery bags and placed them on the table, then took the items out, which were frozen perogies and steak. Carrena then prepared a pot of boiling water, adding salt and olive oil to the water for taste and to help with the boiling. She then put the perogies in and let them cook as she began making the steak and when it was all done, she put them on a plate and made it look fairly nice. She placed some cheeses, steak sauce, and butter on the table and put the plate in front of the stranger.

 "I'm sorry if it isn't the way you like it, but I cooked the steak to medium so it'd still have some flavor... " The girl blushed, "And I've never fried perogies, I usually just boil them and serve them. Hope you don't mind."

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"Ooooh I love steak!"

Lophius devours the steak, then sniffs the cheese and gnaws on it.

"It's good."

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"ok heres whats on the menu today (that u have to eat it all):

-deep fried chicken

-fried ice cream with a fried ball of dough inside

-fried frog legs (u eat ur frog legs or no dessert!)

-funnel cake with vanilla ice cream

-deep fried clam chowder

-deep fried spaghetti and meatballs

-medium-rare steak"

Donner groaned and held back a burp. It seemed great at first, having a big spread to dine on, especially during the lean winter months, but now he was regretting it. Meat, meat, and more meat. Why was there so much meat?

He would have been impressed by how much he had already managed to wolf down if not for his rumbling, upset stomach. He was definitely sticking to his normal diet of greens and lichens after this little endeavor.

At least the ice cream was delicious.

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“You’re in for a classic caribou treat today!” Donner says while striking a match to get the fire started. It’s a quaint little setup, a simple iron pot set over the logs. There’s an awful lot of snow piled up in the pot,  but as the fire roars to life it quickly melts.

“I was able to get a good deal in the last town. You don’t see these at market too often so late into the winter season,” Donner chatters away, before pulling some familiar brown tubers from one of his bags. “Potatoes!” He announces almost triumphantly, before tossing them directly into the fire.

The pack comes open again as he pulls out several oddly shaped and almost crunchy-looking pale green lumps. They go directly into the bubbling pot. Donner hums to himself happily, giving the soup(??) a few stirs every once in awhile and fishing out a still burning potato to check how cooked it is. The water in the pot is drained and changed out with fresh snow a few times, the mixture smelling strongly of something akin to mushrooms.

Before long, Donner begins scooping some of the odd soup into mugs, once again reaching into his pack to drop a few large berries in each. He then pulls a potato from the now crackling remains of the fire and, with a nod, deems it finished.

“Here you go!” He says, handing over the mug and a charred potato wrapped with a cloth to keep from scalding the fingers, “Reindeer moss and honey berry soup with a side of cooked potatoes!”

_{"D..do I need to eat this? What were those green lumps. Are theY poisonous?"}

_{Chael takes a big crunch of the charred potato hoping it will demolish his tastes buds. Then tages a huge swig of the hot soup. His face recoiling back in his anticipated disgust. He takes another sip. He actually likes the soup. Correction, he really enjoys it. Maybe his new favorite food?}

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Rare steak with various herbs from my homeland.

Fine whine made from aleo berries. Another fine fruit from my home.

A freshly brewed potion made from frog's foot, luminous crystal and rose petals that has the same nutritional properties as most greens in a meal because I was too busy to cook that.

Earle gazed down at the dinner presented to him.
"A fine presentation," he praised, even if his face didn't reflect it. He sliced the steak, amused with how smoothly his knife went through the meat. He took a bite, immediately greeted by a symphony of flavor with an assortment of spices accompanying it, the wine only a compliment to the flavor. It had been ages since he'd eaten like royalty, and he was convinced this was better than anything his chefs had ever made. There was a slime-like substance next to his food, one he was unfamiliar with, yet when he tasted it he was given the impression of greens... and... chicken...?
Crunch!
Earle swallowed slowly, his expression solemn.
"What did you say that potion was made from?"

"Cooking for you, what a most pitiful point in my life," grumbled the king as he set down a dish covered by a silver lid. "Yes, well, perhaps you will enjoy eating something I found suitable to your tastes-" He removed the lid.
"Bugs."
He sneered while showing the plate filled with crawling critters, but immediately after were they all zapped by a magical energy.
"A jest, of course," Earle said, looking at you with no emotion on his face. When the magic was done the bugs were replaced with a simple dish: a bowl of tomato soup with a grilled cheese besides it. "Not an extravagant dish, I know, but I see it has a better reception."

Scourge wasn't sure if he should believe that this is a normal bowl of soup with grilled cheese, or if it was still the bugs that were just disguised by magic. Either way he  didn't really care, since he lives in the forest he probably eats a lot of bugs accidentally anyways. He looked down at the food in front of him, and then back up at Earle. "Uhm... Thanks I guess. Your little magic show was pretty entertaining. This overall actually looks pretty good. I will try it out." 

He then started licking up the soup like a dog would drink water from a dish. He also ate the sandwiches and had no real complaints. It was delicious. 

"You do know how to cook." 

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Scourge walks up to the character below him and throws a dead, uncooked squirrel at them. 

"Here's your dinner!" 

He was really trying not to laugh at this point.

Ballister was vegan, but that was kind of beside the point when a dead squirrel was being thrown at him. He recoiled at the creature, scowling down at the bear who had thrown it.

"Did you kill this?" He bent and picked up the dead thing, cradling it gently. "Why would you kill something if you weren't gonna eat it?"

It was obvious that he wasn't going to get a satisfying answer to that question, so he turned to leave, squirrel still in hand, casting a glare over his shoulder as he strode away. Should be bury it? It would only be the respectful thing to do. However... He stared down at the stiffening creature. He had yet to discern precisely what diet was best for undead and well, it had been some days since he had seen his zombie roommate consume anything... Well, anything was worth a try.

"Oh hey, there." A hint a panic tinted the oni's voice as he opened the door. "Was dinner tonight??" A soft crashing sound echoed from somewhere behind him. "Damn it, gimme a second. Aghav, you okay back there?" he shouted as he rushed quickly back inside, the door still wide open. In the far room, you could see a flash of movement.

Finally, he returned, slightly breathless. "Sorry about that. Uh, come in."

He led you to the small but tidy kitchen, gesturing an open seat at the little table. "To tell ya the truth, I really forgot what day it was, m'sorry," he said, rummaging quickly between the cupboards and the fridge. "Things have been crazy between work, and the band... Dammit, where's the tofu...? Oh, wait..."

He pivoted on his foot, resting back against the counter, his hand to his face a bit sheepishly. "...I'm really sorry, I really did forget. Tell you what, I'm gonna order us some Indian. There's a great place over on Kensworth, they do a mean saag."

When Ethan joked to the drummer of a local band that they should hang out for dinner, he didn't expect the guy to take it literally. Ethan had been so nervous for the past week, trying to get some decent clothes to wear, looking up band lingo, trying out different mouthwashes. He was practically eating with a celebrity! What do you do?
When Ballister opened the door with a bleak look on his face Ethan knew. He sagged slightly. Of course the small town celebrity would forget what was most likely a joke, God did he feel stupid. He jumped slightly at the sound of a crash, reluctant to go inside the place. Before he could make up an excuse to leave he found himself dragged in to a surprisingly tidy area. Still, didn't make him feel any better when Ballister reminded him that he forgot.
"I guess some Indian sounds nice," Ethan nodded slowly. "I hope it's not spicy. I'm not the best with spicy food, heh..."

Ethan happily baked you a pie.
It's boysenberry.
He trips as he delivers it to you.

ETHAN MAKES YOU A PIE FILLED WITH LOVE THAT DOESN'T EXPLODE BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU.
It's boysenberry.

Seimei didn't seem to look disgusted as he popped the teeth into his mouth, sucking on it like it was a gobstopper. He chugs it down with a glass of water, and simply cocks his head at any strange looks that have been given to him. Was something the matter? Was ingesting magical ingredients weird? It was like biting down on a rock... but it was also faintly sweet, almost too sweet for Seimei's liking.

From behind him, Seimei reveals a humongous plate with a single round piece of meat, like a steak. The meat itself was purple, and flecked with ruby red veins? It looked otherworldly, but it smelt nice, only because Seimei had used the herbs and spices in the kitchen. In the center of this large hunk of meat, probably more than 2 metres in diameter, was a grey section of the creature's bone.

When asked what it was, Seimei simply said with cheer: "Oh! This was Hiromasa's greatest kill! You haven't heard of that eight-headed demonic dragon the royal palace scrambled to kill before it decimated the entire capital? I just stole a section of the fifth neck!"