[OPEN] Every Little Thing She Does is Magic....

[lovelyassistant]

Who | Charlie and YOU!
What | This is a girl who has had to fight for her food for who knows how long. She's cooking!
Where | The kitchen in the Tower.
When | The week of her arrival. She cooks as often as she can, so it can be any time during the week.
Warnings/Notes | If your character would like some food, they can totally ask Charlie to cook for them. No warnings at all except perhaps non-graphic talk of possession, if her curse comes up in conversation.


The technology was more than a little boggling - but Charlie was getting the hang of it all in a hurry.

Pans were sizzling on the stove, pots were simmering with fragrant sauces, the scent of fresh bread was in the air, and the newcomer was in the thick of it all, humming merrily to herself as she bounced around from station to station. It was plainly more than she could eat, and she knew that; honestly, she was hoping to have hungry visitors drop in, perhaps for a touch of conversation. She hadn't had proper company in such a long time, after all, and the idea of it put her in a wonderful mood.

It helped, of course, that she had slept through the night. No incident, nothing else, she simply...slept.

The nervousness that fluttered in her gut like a couple of butterflies was easily drowned out by the anticipation of actually seeing live people.

She pulled the fresh loaf of bread from the oven, all pleasant smiles, dark hair bouncing around her ears. Now all she had to do was wait.

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[lovelyassistant]

"That's good to know. You - you really never slept indoors? Ever?"

Honest curiosity was plain in her voice - there was no malice there. Glad to carry on with the conversation (away from things that may dampen her mood), she went back to the cookie dough preparations.

Baking really was relaxing.

[69problems]

He shook his head.

"No, not really. I grew up in the wilderness and even after I started going into villages I was always more comfortable outside of them." A big, gleaming city like Panem had been one hell of a culture shock when he was used to run-down lowblood towns. Twelve, though, Twelve had been like coming home.

"Sometimes we would stay in basements or stables when trolls were friendly toward us, but that was very infrequent." He paused for a moment, ears flicking thoughtfully. "And I don't really count the ship as 'indoors'."

[lovelyassistant]

"Wow. Well, until the island, I can't say I was used to sleeping outdoors," Charlie admitted, setting the bowl of dough aside until the crickets were done toasting. "Never even went camping when I was little with my family. But it's amazing what you can learn out of necessity, isn't it?"

She started a double boiler for melting down some chocolate chips, continuing on with things that she didn't expect he would have a lot of knowledge about. Helping was nice. Friendship was nicer.

[69problems]

It was amazingly lucky that he'd managed to walk into the kitchen at the exact same time that someone who actually knew how to cook was using it. He knelt down to check on the crickets through the oven door.

"Almost done... I think. I'm used to doing this over open fire." Normally he'd just them as they were after, like popcorn. Sometimes he wouldn't even cook them, but humans seemed particularly uncomfortable with the idea of eating bugs live.

"It is amazing, I think, what people can adapt to in order to stay alive. You adapted to the wilderness. I adapted to life at sea. It's unusual for a land-dwelling troll to set foot near water unless they're powerful enough to threaten the seadwellers."

[lovelyassistant]

It was also amazingly lucky that he had walked into the kitchen when someone was in there who didn't flinch at the idea of crickets. This became readily apparent when she grabbed a pair of tongs, bustled over, reached into the oven with them, and pulled just one of the crickets off of the sheet. She blew on it a couple of times, looked it over, and then popped it in her mouth as if it were a potato chip.

"Mm...they're done enough that we can finish baking them in the cookies," she agreed once her mouth was empty. "Go on and take them out?"

Dumping the cookie dough out onto a floured cutting board, she started rolling it out.

"Wow...Troll society sounds like something else. I mean, my circumstances were kinda...unusual, but my childhood was pretty boring by comparison, I'll bet."