[Semi-Closed] Nothing can go Wrong with this Plan.

[wilder]

Date & Time: Friday Evening
Location: Room 103
Characters: Allen Walker (debtor), Sophie (blossomgale), Zelos Wilder (wilder), Cheria Barnes (flashmaiden), Oz Vessalius (velveteened), Arya Stark (wolfchild), Seles Wilder (hiddendepth), Sheena Fujibayashi (holeseeker), Tales of Graces f members, Exorcists and anyone I'm forgetting (seriously I'll add names as we go)
Summary: Holding a dinner so we can all get to know each other, this should end terribly.
Warnings: F for food?!

[This month's haul of transports seemed to bring in a lot of familiar faces for the residents of 103. Friends, family, comrades, terrifying generals who are your boss now- all sorts! ]

[It was Sophie's idea to hold a dinner. A dinner of family, for everyone to have a chance to meet each other and get to know each other better. It seemed like a nice way to welcome everyone into this horrible war. But hey, food! And so, Allen and Sophie made sure to invite their friends, family and comrades in order to have a warm evening together]

[And Kaneis, well, at least he isn't climbing out the back window at the prospect of social interaction for hours. This my friends, is progress. ]

[But gather around friends and family and terrifying boss! There's food, people, wine and games to be had! Just you know, try not to cough in it you sick jerks]

[OOC: KITCHEN | DINING TABLE...FLOOR...COUNTER | LIVING ROOM | BEDROOMS. Please feel free to tag around, thread hop and just have fun! If I left anyone out of the attending list please let me know! ]

Comments

[anklets]

For a cold? Mm, then tea would be best. [ turns to the cupboards, making her considerations before opening any ] Is she all right?

[pactfulfilled]

[Asbel reaches up and opens the cabinet closest to him to check its contents. Unlike Lenalee, he seems okay with snooping around. Or maybe he's just been here half a dozen times before.]

To be honest, I'm not sure. She was laying down, so at least she's been getting some rest. I wonder if maybe the party woke her up, though.

[anklets]

[ he can handle the snooping, in that case, and she will warm the mug and the water (it still takes her a bit of fiddling to do what she wants with the stove) ]

It's possible. But things are winding down now, so she should be able to get some more rest soon. Do you think she's fallen ill like some natives have been?

[pactfulfilled]

I don't know, maybe? Cheria's been taking longer shifts this past week, so I think more people must be coming down with it.

[Some more looking around finally yields a half-emptied box of tea bags. Asbel retrieves this and makes his way over to Lenalee to watch what she's doing. Don't mind him, he doesn't have a whole lot of kitchen experience.]

Not to be a bother, but is it possible to check the temperature somehow? She said she wanted it at exactly 60 degrees.

[anklets]

[Quietly noting names and occupations, piecing together the interconnecting bits of world Allen has immersed himself into. She pushes a warmed mug towards him with a smile—]

S-Sixty?

[ she shan't judge, but the water is well above sixty on the dot, just beginning a gentle boil— Lenalee hastily removes the kettle from the element ] Well, if you could find a thermometer....

[pactfulfilled]

[A light nod as Asbel pulls a teabag from the box.]

Well, that's what she asked for, anyway. Sixty degrees Celcius with two spoons of sugar. [He recited it all the way to the kitchen, so he's pretty sure he didn't mess it up.]

A thermometer? All right, let's take another look then... [Asbel steps aside and starts opening and shutting drawers to search for one, finally succeeding at some point and setting it down on the counter between them.]

It sure would be a lot easier if everything was arranged alphabetically or grouped together by type.

[anklets]

It's just a little precise, is all... [Murmured; she takes the thermometer with careful fingers, runs it beneath the faucet, and dips it into the mug. The mercury rises far past sixty, but she'd already known it would.]

People aren't that focused on organisation, usually.

[pactfulfilled]

Huh? [Asbel would've agreed had he heard the comment. Instead he watches as she checks the water temperature with mild interest. Asbel...doesn't do the cooking in his party.]

No, I guess not. But it still seems like you'd want to be able to find things quickly when you're preparing food in a kitchen.

[I mean, suppose your soup boiled over while you were looking for the vegetables to go in it.]

[anklets]

[Has come to realise many boys in this place don't. She wonders if Jerry wouldn't be appalled.]

Well, part of the preparation is collecting all what you need for a meal before you need it.

[pactfulfilled]

[That'd explain why kitchens usually have so many counters in them.]

Even the items you're supposed to keep cold?

[anklets]

[ gets the feeling he is truly out of his depth ]

Well— it isn't as if they're to be left sitting out for long.

[pactfulfilled]

Huh. [It's more of a thoughtful "huh" than a confused "huh", as if this is the first time he's really stopped to consider everything that's involved in putting together a complete meal. This here is a guy who could tell you everything that goes in his favorite dish, but has never actually tried making it from scratch himself.]

So, do you think it's about ready for tea yet? I should probably hunt down a tray to carry it on, too.

[Frederic always carried the tea in on a tray.]

[anklets]

[If this were the Order, Jerry would have made to rectify that in an instant.]

Ah... it should come close enough, now. [ dipping the thermometer a second time gives her a little above seventy, and she carefully pours off an inch into the sink and fills that space again with cooler water; in goes the teabag ]

I'm not sure if they'll have a tray, [ allen and zelos just don't strike her the type ] but a saucer will do. Once it's steeped, it'll be good to have a place to put the teabag.