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thecapitol2014-11-08 07:36 pm
metalicarus) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-08 07:36 pm
Entry tags:
Setting cornflakes on fire
Who| Jet Link and Sam Wilson
What|Burning down the Tribute Tower cooking
Where| The lower kitchens
When| After the mini-arena
Warnings/Notes| An extreme inability to cook, dorks in the kitchen, will update as necessary
Jet was on a mission, a mission that involved one Sam Wilson. He'd messaged the other man before he'd gone to bed that morning to tell him they should meet in the lower kitchens. Jet liked those better, there were almost never any other tributes and never any capitolites at all, just the chef hired to make the tribute's food and the avoxes to deliver it. But, as Peeta had demonstrated shortly after Jet had arrived in Panem, some of the kitchen areas were empty of people, fully stocked with goods and open for anyone to use. One of these kitchens was what Jet directed Sam to.
As he sat at one of the counter barstools and waited, he wondered if maybe he should just save face and cancel the whole idea, maybe cover up by asking Sam out for drinks instead...but then he wouldn't be able to see his idea through and make something nice for Albert to enjoy after all the crap with the mini-arena and Jet being a pain while re-learning how to use his new cybernetics. Cybernetics he had mostly covered with his pants and long-sleeves, although the backs of the shoulders were open to reveal the metal beneath and, of course, his hands were still visible. But at least he could use them now, he'd need them for this.
Jet played with a bottle of vinegar and a spoon as he waited, practicing his finer motor skills by making the spoon balance on top of the bottle. Hopefully Sam would be along before the second thoughts took over.
What|
Where| The lower kitchens
When| After the mini-arena
Warnings/Notes| An extreme inability to cook, dorks in the kitchen, will update as necessary
Jet was on a mission, a mission that involved one Sam Wilson. He'd messaged the other man before he'd gone to bed that morning to tell him they should meet in the lower kitchens. Jet liked those better, there were almost never any other tributes and never any capitolites at all, just the chef hired to make the tribute's food and the avoxes to deliver it. But, as Peeta had demonstrated shortly after Jet had arrived in Panem, some of the kitchen areas were empty of people, fully stocked with goods and open for anyone to use. One of these kitchens was what Jet directed Sam to.
As he sat at one of the counter barstools and waited, he wondered if maybe he should just save face and cancel the whole idea, maybe cover up by asking Sam out for drinks instead...but then he wouldn't be able to see his idea through and make something nice for Albert to enjoy after all the crap with the mini-arena and Jet being a pain while re-learning how to use his new cybernetics. Cybernetics he had mostly covered with his pants and long-sleeves, although the backs of the shoulders were open to reveal the metal beneath and, of course, his hands were still visible. But at least he could use them now, he'd need them for this.
Jet played with a bottle of vinegar and a spoon as he waited, practicing his finer motor skills by making the spoon balance on top of the bottle. Hopefully Sam would be along before the second thoughts took over.
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Honestly, he has no idea what the guy wants. It's not a blind spot, as far as Sam knows, but the only other reason he can think of for meeting in a kitchen involves cooking or eating. Which might well be an option, he's not counting it out.
When he spots Jet waiting in the kitchen, he greets him with a smile. "Hey, man. How you been, how's married life treating you? Getting used to things okay?" He isn't going to ask directly about the new cybernetics. He'd seen their post about it, a few days after it happened, and it was clear enough what they thought of it, and what they were supposed to think of it.
But he can kind of ask without asking.
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"Been pretty good. Some things're harder to adjust to than others, but all in all it's the same."
Just as Sam could ask without asking, Jet could answer without specifying. And it was true, things with Albert were the same and great, things with the cybernetics were improving even with the snags here and there they were still facing, but they'd master it eventually.
"I know it must seem kinda weird to ask you down here, but I've got a huge favor to ask you and it's kinda personal which is why I waited to say it." He took a breath and looked at the counter his hand was resting on as color dusted his pale cheeks. "I wanted to ask you...to teach me how to cook...if you're willing, anyway. It's just I'm kinda infamous for burning everything I touch and breaking microwaves and well, Albert always jokes that I'll make a kitchen explode if I look at it, but it's really only half a joke.
But I was thinking it'd be good if I at least knew how to make something simple and edible, you know? And you're really good at cooking, so I thought I'd ask you...course if you don't want to, that's cool too."
He blathered and when he did that it was a sure sign he was both embarrassed and nervous as all get out. He offered a small, slightly self-deprecating smile.
"I probly sound a little like an idiot, huh?"
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Then he leans in a little, resting one elbow and a hip against the counter so he can give Jet his full attention while trying not to make the guy feel like he’s being scrutinized. Sam’s admittedly a little worried at first, about what kind of huge, personal favor he might have to ask, but a smile starts tugging at his lips when Jet’s rambled enough that Sam kind of gets the picture.
“Nah, man, you sound like someone who wants to learn a valuable skill and make someone he loves happy, with a bonus of maybe cutting off some of those jokes. Nothing stupid about that.” And the meeting in the kitchen makes a lot more sense, now. “Course I’ll show you how to make some stuff, what kind of friend would I be if I let you keep terrorizing microwaves?”
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But Sam wasn't wrong, so he forced his eyes back up and gave a smirk. "Hey, those microwaves had it coming, if they just did what I wanted them to do, it wouldn't've been a problem." And, you know, not setting something that only took five minutes for twenty-three would probably help too.
"Thanks. By the way, I give you full permission to just call it a lost cause, God knows I have until recently. Anyway...teach on, commander of the kitchen, what first?"
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“I’m sure the microwaves have learned their lesson, now. Let’s see if we can’t get you guys to get along.” But still, he might stay away from the microwaves for their first time. In this case, a stove might actually be a better idea.
Sam grins, shaking his head. “Nah, man, something you’re gonna learn about me - I don’t give up. And what’s first depends on you - what kind of stuff do you and Albert like to eat?”
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"Um...We both like Chinese. But we're also pretty picky about it cause we had a really good Chinese chef making all our food for several years." That made them sound like some rich couple that had hired a Chinese chef or something. Like hell. "Someone from our team back home." He felt the need to clarify.
But then a thought occurred to him, there was one thing they both liked even if they liked it in different forms. "Potatoes, I guess. I prefer them as fries and he likes them scalloped -which is gross, in my opinion- but it's probably the only thing we share in common food-wise. Most of the time we just suck it up and have whatever the other's having."
When Albert cooked, Jet ate whatever was put in front of him. When Jet ordered in, Albert gave the food a harsh once over, but didn't bellyache too badly about having it.
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And then he chuckles a little. “Potatoes, huh? Now that, I can handle. There’s more ways to cook them - and some of them a hell of a lot tastier than scalloped, no offense to Albert - but we can start there.”
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Jet moved to the fridge and fetched everything Sam listed and laid it out on the counter space. For all his uncertainty about cooking, he was an attentive pupil at least. He enjoyed learning, even if it was one of the most frustrating subjects in the universe.
"I'm all ears."