Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2019-01-25 09:36 pm
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MCA #9, Friday Evening
Octavia didn't really know much about cooking. On the Ark, it had been all rations all the time, and then on the ground she hadn't really been involved in the preparing of meals. And the kind of things they'd made on the ground probably would've barely counted as 'cooking' by present day standards, anyway.
But today, Octavia grown tired of takeout and prepackaged meals. And they had a kitchen, so, probably no harm in at least trying, right? And it had seemed like a good idea to start with something she at least knew she (and Bellamy, too) actually liked. So, she'd looked up a supposedly 'quick and easy' recipe for pizza crust, then gone into town to get everything she needed for the dough, and also various toppings.
And, of course, she'd enlisted Bellamy to help her. Or at least stand in the kitchen with a beer in hand. His choice, really.
So far, things had been going okay. The first step had been just to dissolve sugar and yeast into some water and then let it sit for a while. Easy. Ditto for mixing in flour, salt, and oil. Octavia was getting the hang of measuring ingredients, at least, which somehow felt like a win. She also wasn't half bad at mixing them!
However.
"Now we're supposed to 'beat until smooth'," she said, frowning at the recipe that was open on Bellamy's phone. (She probably really needed to buy a phone of her own. But it just seemed so unnecessary.) "... What does that even mean?"
[ooc: For the broooo. And SP. So much SP.]
But today, Octavia grown tired of takeout and prepackaged meals. And they had a kitchen, so, probably no harm in at least trying, right? And it had seemed like a good idea to start with something she at least knew she (and Bellamy, too) actually liked. So, she'd looked up a supposedly 'quick and easy' recipe for pizza crust, then gone into town to get everything she needed for the dough, and also various toppings.
And, of course, she'd enlisted Bellamy to help her. Or at least stand in the kitchen with a beer in hand. His choice, really.
So far, things had been going okay. The first step had been just to dissolve sugar and yeast into some water and then let it sit for a while. Easy. Ditto for mixing in flour, salt, and oil. Octavia was getting the hang of measuring ingredients, at least, which somehow felt like a win. She also wasn't half bad at mixing them!
However.
"Now we're supposed to 'beat until smooth'," she said, frowning at the recipe that was open on Bellamy's phone. (She probably really needed to buy a phone of her own. But it just seemed so unnecessary.) "... What does that even mean?"
[ooc: For the broooo. And SP. So much SP.]
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"Sometimes, maybe. I don't know."
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"You'd listen to that?"
There was no 'want to' or anything like it in that question, because she was very much aware of how the drums worked. You couldn't exactly escape the sound and still stay in the same apartment.
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Well, reminiscent of someone who used to demand piggyback ride after pigyback ride around their small quarters back on the Ark.
"Maybe." Then she looked back down on the counter. "So what did you want on the pizza? I got some random thing of ham and some... I don't know what they are." Bell peppers. They were bell peppers. "And cheese. And tomato sauce because apparently that's what the red stuff underneath everything else is."
She'd had to ask someone.
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Well, the cheese came pre-shredded. But everything else.
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"Unless you wanna put this thing whole on there?"
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"Fine, give me the knife. I can slice things."
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Then reached for his phone again, to check for further instructions.
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"You've gone soft, big brother," Octavia replied, but didn't really mean it. "Food never used to be easy."
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She... thought.
Okay, hoped.
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Okay, a lot.
"We really should learn more about cooking."
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Stop being a baby, Bellamy.
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YUP.
"We've both done way worse things than learning to cook."
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He still doesn't want to learn to cook.
"Let's just do this and go from there."
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And then for very unceremoniously dumping the pre-made tomato sauce on there, and spreading that out, too. And it might have not been the prettiest pizza, but it was certainly starting to look like one all the same.
It wasn't until she was reaching for one of the things he'd chopped that she spoke again. "You know, I don't know if I've ever really had anything that was just for me, before," she said, circling back to what they'd talked about before. (She was thinking about the drums, but she wouldn't fault him for not realizing that off the bat.) "And not for my survival. I mean, not since the Ark. Though, I guess my toys were sorta for my survival too."
For her mental health, for keeping up the pretense that she was a normal kid living in normal conditions. Take your pick.
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