Drinking cinnamon coffee, or decaffeinated tea.

[seestheman]

WHO | Clara and OPEN
WHAT | The first meeting of Clara's breakfast club.
WHEN | Present time.
WHERE | District 10's suite
WARNINGS/NOTES | None right now, will add any if they crop up!


Clara's been meaning to do this for a couple months now, round up her collective of friends/various adopted kids/Districtmates and have breakfast. After waking up far earlier than she has in weeks and shooing a couple Avoxes out of the kitchen, she sets to work, getting the prep stuff out of the way and organizing all the various ingredients on the counter so she can knock out each dish as she goes.

Depending on when they wake up, residents of 10 will most likely smell something cooking, whether it be hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, a variety of breakfast meats, or other breakfast staples. The sight that will meet anyone who comes into the kitchen is one of organized chaos (that will most likely devolve into something much more unorganized as more people join in the food-fray).

Comments

[smarterthanthem]

Clementine fumbles the catch on the apron a little but manages to avoid dropping it. She grins when she see's the bright cartoony flowers on it and hastens to put it on. It's just her size.

"Pancakes with faces, that sounds good to me." she smiles up at the Intiate when he yells that loud enough to be heard through the entire suite. She almost hardly jumps at his sudden explosions in volume anymore.

[seestheman]

Clara tries to ignore the little twinge of something that she feels when she suddenly remembers that the last time she made pancakes with faces was months ago with David. The only reason she succeeds is because she remembers that, hey, there's breakfast to be made and they don't need to see her getting misty eyed right now.

"Clown pancakes it is," she says as she begins to adjust the heat on the griddle. "So, the hard part, chocolate chips or fruit?"

[carnagecarnival]

He's got grins all around at for this. He's not been taught nothing he didn't know for a long time, and while some part tries to remind him of pride, it's eclipsed by the motherfucking pancakes and how Clem smiles back. He opens his mouth as to demand the former before she's even finished speaking. Then he pauses and looks all a sorts of thoughtful. His head gets a tilt on.

"Any possibilities being at for both?" Because how could go wrong with both motherfucking things? Surely there was no way.

[smarterthanthem]

Clementine has no such problem with immediately vocalising her favourite just before Initiate can get his words out. "Chocolate chips!" and then after he does she looks a little sheepish and nods, "Or whichever, I'm cool with both."

This is a lesson for both of them after all, so she'll considerate about her friends preferences too. "Pancakes are great with anything."

[seestheman]

"I think we could definitely do both," she says as she grabs two small bowls of premade batter, handing each of them one before grabbing a bowl of chocolate chips and a bowl of blueberries. "So the first step is going to be adding them into the batter, she says, holding the bowls out to them so they can both pick whether they want to mix and match or do straight up fruit or chocolate. "The important thing to remember is to use moderation with your add-ins."

[carnagecarnival]

It might be pre-made, but Initiate peers at the bowl still with curiosity. He takes it from Clara, looks about, and then hops up atop an empty bit of counter space, settling the bowl in his lap. He takes some batter off the edge with finger, head tilting at it a moment before he pops it in his mouth. And promptly makes a face.

Copious amounts of chocolate and berries could be being moderate, right? Maybe if he just gets putting in a little more...

"SO..." He says, glancing between the two of them. "This is being like some sort of human traditional thing or like... SOME SORT OF SECRET KNOWING WHAT GETS TO BE DONE?"

[smarterthanthem]

Clementine would have been happy to learn to make the pancakes from scratch but the premade batter certainly makes things easier. She smiles and takes hers, placing it on the counter where she can comfortably reach the chocolate chips and add them in. A determination to impress Clara with her ability to moderate is all that stops her going as overboard as Initiate does.

"It's traditional for breakfast." Clem fills Initiate in. "I don't know about anything else. They're the best."

No one notice her sneak a few chocolate chips directly into her mouth, okay.

[seestheman]

At some point Clara will teach them the art of making batter, but that'll be on some morning when there isn't going to be a ridiculous number of people popping by D10 for breakfast. For now, learning how to actually do the cooking part will have to do. Plus it gives a little bit more of a chance for instant cooking gratification.

"She's right. Pancakes and sausage or bacon is one of the most traditional American breakfasts out there. And learning how to cook for yourself's like a right of passage." Not that she's going to mention that some people don't bother learning how for whatever reason because he doesn't need to know that part.

And she casually ignores the fact that Clem's snacking on their ingredients and the Initiate's overloading his batter with add ins and pops a few chocolate chips in her mouth before hovering her hand over the heating griddle. "So, you guys ready to cook them," she asks, shooting both of them a smile.

[carnagecarnival]

"Traditional," He repeats, nodding as he stirs his own bit of batter. "CAN COOK FOR MYSELF. Sort of. CAN HUNT AND STRIKE FIRE." Which isn't quite the same as this. You couldn't hunt for things sweet.

He catches the way both Clementine and Clara sneak their sweets. He smiles to himself, pleased to be among good company.

He looks at the gooey berry and chocolate mess up in his bowl and lifts a brow at Clara. "Dunno, sister. ARE WE?" But he hops off the counter to be getting closer at to it all.

[smarterthanthem]

"You get whole stacks of them on a plate, then you cover them in syrup." Clementine tells him next. "That's the best way to eat them."

She looks at Clara and nods, rocking back on her heels and then up onto her toes to see better. "Let's do it."

[seestheman]

Clara grins, giving the Initiate a look with a glint of something in her eyes. "There's a difference between that and knowing how long and how hot to cook something." And that's not even bringing in the more complicated parts. Best to start with the basics.

Her grin widens as she steps aside to give them full access to the griddle. "You're both going to need to pour some, not all, of the batter on the griddle and let it cook for a couple minutes."

[carnagecarnival]

"Haha, well. YOU KNOW I'M BEING ALL KINDS OF DOWN AT FOR THAT." Mmm, so sweet. Waiting for the food to be done was always hardest.

He looks curious at Clara. "Difference? LIKE WHAT?" He couldn't exactly control temperature of fire. Though he could bet there was a psionic troll somewhere what could. Like that damn one what burned his shoulder back then, maybe...

He's not so distracted he doesn't get up in there with following command. He stares down and the griddle, his own bowl, then starts to pour, glancing back at to see if he's doing it right until he gets sign to stop.

[smarterthanthem]

"Yeah, you don't want it to be burned. Then it doesn't taste good." Clementine pipes up, leaning up to watch Initiate try to cook a pancake first. She's up on her tiptoes next to the troll, which puts her high enough to see, even her friend still towers over her. Mischievously Clem adds, "If there's smoke it means you've cooked it too long."

[seestheman]

Clara steps out of the room for a moment. Not because she wants to abandon her fledgling cooks or because seeing how tall Clem is compared to the counter hurts on a visceral level because she can't help but think of David (though it definitely comes to mind). She returns with a stepping stool for Clem so she doesn't have to stand on her tiptoes.

"There are some things that taste alright burnt," she chimes in as she places the squat stool on the ground so Clementine can grab it if she needs to. "But pancakes aren't one of them. You want them to be golden brown." She stands behind Clem, watching Initiate's progress.

[carnagecarnival]

He throws a smirk at Clem, both for her letting him go into the fray of this business first, and for her comment.

"No shit? YOU DON'T THINK ASH TASTES GOT A GOOD FLAVOR AT TO IT?" Of course not. It was awful. He didn't know pancake but he could fend for himself otherwise! You just couldn't hunt no pancake...

Golden brown, alright. He nods, then tries to look for a way to see the other side without sticking his hand in like a dull pan. Okay. What did Sam use. "Uh... you got one of them... it's like... a fuckin... uh. IT'S FLAT. It's got a handle?"

[smarterthanthem]

"What sort of things taste good burnt?" Clementine can't help but ask when Clara says that. She beams at the stool, "Thanks!" then hops onto it. Now she can see without having to strain at all.

She chuckles when Initiate casts about, before reaching for a pot of kitchen utensils. "You mean a spatula." she pulls it out and holds it out to him to take.

[seestheman]

Clara smiles, remembering camping trips with her father and siblings as a kid. "Hot dogs," she says, with a little laugh. "And marshmallows. And a few other things, but definitely not pancakes." She reaches out and lightly ruffle's Clem in response.

She can't help but let out a laugh at Initiate's befuddlement, but has the good graces to try to hold it back. "I'm going to have to go over cooking utensils with you at some point."

[carnagecarnival]

"SPATULA!" He exclaims, taking the thing with a grin. "Think I can remember that. YOU KNOW, I KNEW A SISTER WHAT WAS BEING NAMED SOMETHING SIMILAR FOR TRUE. Latula, she was." Latula Pyrope, Terezi's ancestor, the Neophyte Redglare. Futurebound sister had a memory all of thorns but this little bit was nice to keep. Would be.

He flips them pancakes over and is pleased to find it ain't too bad looking underneath. Maybe not perfectly golden but not yet charred to a crisp.

His ears fold in some embarrassment, that he ain't yet know these things so as to require showing. But he doesn't protest.