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]

"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.