okteiviakom | MCA #9, Friday Evening

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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.]

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Octavia picked up one of the bell peppers, then held it up demonstratively.

"Unless you wanna put this thing whole on there?"

Yeah, no.

"Fine, give me the knife. I can slice things."

Octavia nodded, seemingly to acknowledge him coming to his senses. She handed the pepper to him, then got him a knife as well.

Then reached for his phone again, to check for further instructions.

"We're ordering pizza next time," Bellamy said, getting to work on slicing the pepper. "We could have been sitting down and eating by now."

The recipe called for a pan, so Octavia went to get one. At least she knew what it was.

"You've gone soft, big brother," Octavia replied, but didn't really mean it. "Food never used to be easy."

"I got lazy," he corrected, shaking his head. "Not soft. This place makes it easy and we've been burdened by doing it the hard way for years. Why don't we get a break?"

"Well, before this, it wasn't exactly in the cards," Octavia replied, rolling the dough out onto the pan. "I'm still not used to the idea that either of us can get lazy."

"What if this tastes terrible?" Bellamy asked her. "Are we going to eat it anyway?"

"What, did you get lazy and into wasting food?" she retorted. "Anyway, it's not going to taste terrible."

She... thought.

Okay, hoped.

"We don't have to waste it," Bellamy pointed out. "We'll just give it to someone with no tastebuds."

"It's not going to taste terrible," Octavia reiterated, even if she didn't sound quite a hundred percent convinced that she was right. It went well with how she wasn't entirely sure she was rolling the dough out right as she tried to shape it into a pizza on the pan. "We're gonna be okay."

"I know," Bellamy says though he's still giving a stink eye to the pizza. "And I'm hungry enough to eat anything at this point."

"Well, that hasn't changed at least," Octavia replied, a little on the wry side.

Okay, a lot.

"We really should learn more about cooking."

"Do we have to?"

Stop being a baby, Bellamy.

"Don't be a baby, big brother."

YUP.

"We've both done way worse things than learning to cook."

"Whatever."

He still doesn't want to learn to cook.

"Let's just do this and go from there."

Octavia shrugged, content to let that topic slip away again. Or maybe she just needed all of her focus for rolling out the dough the rest of the way.

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.

"Do you mean the pizza or the drum set or something else?" Bellamy asked, looking over. "If you're thinking of the pizza, we need to get you thinking bigger."

"Food's for survival," Octavia pointed out dryly, with a glance. "Even pizza. I meant the drums."

Bellamy shrugged.

"So, we'll change that. You'll get the drums."

Octavia mirrored his shrug, although the sentiment behind it might have been slightly different.

"Still," she said, sprinkling toppings onto the pizza. "It's kind of a weird thing. Guess I was never one to really own anything." See also: the way she'd had to use his phone for the recipe all this evening.

"It's a weird thing but everything's weird here," Bellamy points out. "Everything. So, it's kind of...not too surprising. Just don't drum too late. I like to sleep."

Octavia swallowed a comment about how non-weird things had been before they'd landed here. Instead, she rolled her eyes.

"It's my apartment too."

Said the woman who still sometimes considered hauling his things back into the bedroom and her own crap (as little of it as there was) out into the living room.

Yeah, no, she wasn't going to be keeping him up at all hours of the night.

"It is but I won't hesitate to call the cops and make a noise complaint on you," Bellamy said with a smirk. "I know my rights."

Sort of.

Octavia rolled her eyes again, but a trained eye might have caught a little twitch of her lips, too. Like a faint smirk of her own. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

What, like she respected authority?

"Noise is just going to get worse when I get into a fight."

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