MCA #9, Friday Evening

[okteiviakom]

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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[okteiviakom]

"But you've never made pizza before, so how would you know?"

Okay, now she was just messing with him for kicks.

You could tell by the smirk making its rare appearance.

[notgetkilled]

"I've ordered pizza," Bellamy said, rolling his eyes. "I know where the cheese goes."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, but how much of it?" Octavia teased. "Are you sure?"

[notgetkilled]

"I'm not just a pretty face," he said and then dumped the rest of the cheese on top. "Cook the pizza."

[okteiviakom]

"You're not even a pretty face," Octavia scoffed, even though he was. It was her duty as a younger sibling to tell him otherwise!

She picked up the pan and put it in the oven. "Okay, so now it has to stay in there for --" She reached for his phone to check the recipe. Then pulled a face. "Fifteen to twenty minutes? Ugh."

They were going to starve. This would be how they died.

[notgetkilled]

"Next time, we're ordering in," Bellamy said, making a face. "Come on, put it in and let's go watch television or something. It'll pass the time."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shut the oven door and heaved a sigh as she straightened up.

"Fine."

[notgetkilled]

"Come on," Bellamy said and went to flop on the couch. "We did our job. We'll enjoy the rewards later."

Time to watch television for awhile.

[okteiviakom]

God, Octavia hoped what would actually come out of the oven would count as a reward. It would be nice to be successful about trying her hand at normal life, for a change.

But for now, she made her way to the couch, and slumped down next to him.

He was right. Time to just watch TV for a while.