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the luncheoning (1)
Date & Time: somewhere in the week of 10/21, moon-evening
Location: food place cafeteria thing
Characters: Asuka, Jericho
Summary: Girls being waited on by boys
Warnings: p sure everyone'll behave
[what tensions Jericho had in dipping back in time without the know-how of the old Initiative staff is fading as the scent of a familiar dish is soaking the air of the kitchen. at this late hour, he doesn't have to worry about getting in the way of someone much more savvy or, perhaps, impatient to have their turn at a stove. it makes for rather pleasant, focused cooking.
stew, generously peppered with mustard seed. it's been so long that Jericho's already half-eaten the whole thing in his imagination. it just needs a few more minutes to sit and blend properly, he's sure, and it'll be something practically divine.
the spicy, warm smell snakes its way out of the kitchen and into the mess hall proper, hanging like a welcome banner to curious noses and hungry stomachs roaming about.]
Location: food place cafeteria thing
Characters: Asuka, Jericho
Summary: Girls being waited on by boys
Warnings: p sure everyone'll behave
[what tensions Jericho had in dipping back in time without the know-how of the old Initiative staff is fading as the scent of a familiar dish is soaking the air of the kitchen. at this late hour, he doesn't have to worry about getting in the way of someone much more savvy or, perhaps, impatient to have their turn at a stove. it makes for rather pleasant, focused cooking.
stew, generously peppered with mustard seed. it's been so long that Jericho's already half-eaten the whole thing in his imagination. it just needs a few more minutes to sit and blend properly, he's sure, and it'll be something practically divine.
the spicy, warm smell snakes its way out of the kitchen and into the mess hall proper, hanging like a welcome banner to curious noses and hungry stomachs roaming about.]
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Hey-
[Oh, it's Jericho. She tries to reign in the urge to grimace.]
-what are you making?
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