Octavia Blake (
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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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"So, we'll change that. You'll get the drums."
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"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.
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"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.
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Sort of.
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What, like she respected authority?
"Noise is just going to get worse when I get into a fight."
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He reached over and swatted her lightly.
"I like sleep."
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"Sorry, nice has never been on the menu."
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"Can I?"
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He said it dryly, making a face as he did.
"I have faith in you."
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Her surprise was really pretty genuine.
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He shrugged.
"I did."
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Amazing what a slightly less stressful environment could do to a person.
She shrugged. "Or regressed. I don't think I've seen you do that since I was, like, eight or something."
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At least she'd bought pre-shredded cheese. Though only because someone at the store had recommended it to her after seeing her look exasperated at the selection provided.
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And no matter how much had happened, that kind of thing still mattered to her, because she was his little sister, and always would be.
She nodded at the cheese. "Make sure to put enough of that on there, okay?"
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Okay, now she was just messing with him for kicks.
You could tell by the smirk making its rare appearance.
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