How to Survive Your Own Cooking [Class 4]

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"The business of the day is stew," Lulu began. "Most stews are thickened with flour, or occasionally corn starch; this recipe is one I prefer, in which the barley, and to a lesser extent the rice and lentils, thicken the stew on their own. Stews usually take much longer to make than would be available in a class period -- so, instead, thanks to some interesting functions I found here in the home ec lab la la handwavy Fandom magic la la, each cooking phase, which normally takes 25 minutes for this particular recipe, will instead take only 7. This should give you plenty of time to complete the stew during this class period."

Lulu went over the recipe, explaining what each of the different terms -- such as 'simmer' -- meant. "Also," she said, "you will be making biscuits to go along with the stew. Everything you need is available at your stations. Please, pair up -- again, with a new partner, someone you haven't yet worked with -- and go to your stations."


[Plz to be waiting for OCD is up!]

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Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"You can't give up." If Cassandra used words to communicate more often she'd probably sound desperate. As it was she sounded ever so slightly agitated.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"I give up a lot, actually. I'm dead." Demyx was...much too cheerful about this.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra blinked in confusion and reached out to poke him. "Don't look dead."

Unnoticed on the stove the water bubbled furiously in the pot.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Nope! I'm totally dead, but I'm somehow alive again. I'm not questioning it. I was already a Nobody to begin with, but I'm guessing I get a second chance or something? I don't understand it." Demyx shrugged happily. "I like it here."

The water was starting to climb up the sides of the pot, and over. But Demyx was far too interested in his own life - or death - story to care.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"I was dead once. I got better," she told him totally canon too; oh comics, don't ever change. They had so much in common!

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Nice! Someone who doesn't freak out!" Demyx jumped up in the air in a rock star move.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

As he leaped Cassandra glanced over and realized that not only was the water boiling, but that it had been for quite some time. Not only had it run over the sides of the pot, but it had run down the side of the stove too. There was now a sizable puddle spreading across the floor... right under Demyx's feet.

You know that moment when disaster strikes and time seems to slow down? That's what Cassandra was experiencing as her eyes widened and she lurched forward to save Demyx.

She was fast. Really fast. But her weight was distributed wrong and even as she lunged she knew she would be too late.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx just saw Cassandra lunging at him, which instilled terror in what passed for his heart. "Eep!"

Demyx only managed an undignified squeak before Cassandra slammed into him and his boots hit the puddle at the same time. The pile they ended up as was even more completely undignified than Demyx's girly squeak of fear.

"...Ow..."

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Hitting the ground with Demyx tangled up with her, Cassandra's response was immediate. Her body went rigid and her arm snapped out to shove him as hard as she could in order to open up some space between them. She scrambled on the wet floor, trying to get to her feet as her arms drew up in front of her defensively and her eyes widened as if she expected an attack.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Ow!" Demyx curled up in a defensive ball. "What was that fooooooorr?"

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Cassandra mumbled, breath a bit ragged. "I... have problems with people being too close." Violent problems, apparently.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"I...guess so?" Demyx winced, dragging himself to his hands and knees. "Ow."

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," she repeated.

Then she blinked up at the pot. "I think we're done here?" It wasn't stew, but... close enough, right?

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"It's okay. I'm kinda used to it." Demyx managed a smile, standing up properly. "Done is good!"

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Good. Um..." she looked around to see if anyone was watching. "I'll let you clean up then."

And she took off for the door.

Re: Assignment: Stew and Biscuits [Class 4]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx shifted from foot to foot, very wet now, but not uncomfortable, other than the bruises. "Oh, okay. I can do that."

His sitar had disappeared in the collision, and it wasn't difficult for Demyx to vaporize the water on the floor and in the pot, then follow Cassandra through the door and blessed freedom.