'a little wisdom never hurt anyone', tell that to socrates!

[implying]

Date & Time: Backdated to late March, evening
Location: Room 503
Characters: Adrasteius & Vanadi
Summary: vanadi conned a date (NO IT TOTALLY IS A DATE SHH) out of being yelled at, now it is time to reap the rewards
Warnings: elves and pseudoelves B(

[ He'd gotten dinner started, but took care not to have it too far advanced by the time seven o'clock rolls around. It can be tricky inviting over a fellow chef, but he figures it's best to leave it mostly open ended—so there are a few pots sizzling, but more waiting to be begun.

And speaking of seven, there's the knock. Maskless, as promised (although still covered from neck to toe otherwise), Vanadi hurries to the door to pull it open, already prepared with a smile. ]

Comments

[implying]

Of course, of course. [ He takes a bite, chews thoughtfully, and adds: ] But, perhaps for more than just the two of us?

[bloodspeaker]

Hmm, you mean, cook for the building?

[He could be on board with that.]

[implying]

[ He nods, thoughtful starting to shift over to enthusiasm. ]

I do! Surely we could put together something better than the feast the Initiative threw out a few times for the newcomers, hmm? And it would certainly outshine Jesse's cookies.

[bloodspeaker]

[He doesn't know nothin' about any cookies, but he certainly agrees about the Initiative's 'feast'. He nods emphatically.]

Yes--those people have no idea how to transform an ingredient. And some of these ingredients need a lot of transformation.

[He smacks his fist into palm, his own food now forgotten.]

Let's do it. At least once a month.

[implying]

[ That gets a grin, pleased both at the idea and at Adra's willingness to help. ]

We're going to need a larger kitchen.

[bloodspeaker]

That's true ... they must have one, don't you think? In the Hold. For making their sorry excuse of a meal.

[implying]

Oh, it's not all so bad... mm, but that said, they must! I'm sure it will be no issue at all to ask to borrow it.