fandomhigh | Cultural Understanding, Monday.

"Hello, everyone," Alistair greeted, sounding fairly chipper. He was a big fan - a conoisseur, if you may - of the subject matter coming up. You know, the reason why they were in the Danger Shop, with a shut door behind Alistair and Morrigan leading to places unknown. "Today, we'll step off the philosophy and the theology for once, and talk about something a bit more practical. Food! Everybody loves food."

"Theoretically, everyone eats food," Morrigan added. "Unless you are a spirit of some sort, in which case, we look forward to hearing from you today about your alternate means of subsistence."

"Or not," Alistair replied. "If you're some stray Fade spirit looking to cause trouble, let's... go with not."

"Each culture has different culinary tastes," Morrigan said, trying to bring Alistair back on track - even if it was her fault he went off in the first place. "I hope you brought your favorite recipes as you were ~~handwavily~~ told to do. Today, everyone is cooking something representative of their home."

Hey, Alistair was totally on track. He lived on track! He-- ...

Was easily distractible, shut up. "Because food isn't something you can talk about," he said. "You have to taste it." He waved his arm vaguely at the door behind him. "We should have that stocked with whatever food items the Danger Shop knows about, so sorry if we're missing tentacled purple potatoes or some other delicacy from your home world."

"Everyone has to try and taste at least one dish not from their own world," Morrigan continued. "And yes, Alistair and I have to prepare food as well."

A beat.

Alistair narrowed his eyes at her. Expressively. "Are you," he said, suspiciously, "just doing this to poison us all? I knew it!"

Morrigan just stared at him. "Do you even listen to yourself when you speak?"

"Oh, come on," Alistair retorted. "You expect me to believe you can cook?"

"Aye, and well," she retorted. "Do you think I leap from roof to roof, stealing pies from the windows of villagers to feed myself?"

"Morrigan, 'Witch of the Wilds'," he didn't actually make the airquotes, but he did give that title a funny inflection, "Standing in the kitchen, making pies? Yeah, right."

"I didn't say I make pies, but I can cook," she replied mildly. "'Tis not that different from brewing potions, I assure you."

"Hey, I've learned how to cook." Or skewer animals and leave them over an open fire until they were tasty, but po-tay-to, po-tah-to. "So what do you do?"

"You'll find out, now won't you?" Morrigan answered, giving him a slight smirk. "May the best chef prevail."
"If you poison me," Alistair said, his chin high for his closing statement, "I'll know."

Yeah, she'll be really impressed by that, boyo.

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Grab your ingredients and get to work!

If you were brave enough to peer into the cauldrons Morrigan had going, she wouldn't stop you. However, one was brewing up a lentil and vegetable stew, and the other had a health potion mixture going. Neither was harmful, but one might make you hyperactive for a bit.

Underneath both of them, she had set up sticks and was making very basic bannock (http://devorahstone.suite101.com/bannock-campfire-bread-a2002.html).

Firekeeper... didn't really know what to do. She could roast meat over a fire, true, but that wasn't really representative of her home. She was the only wolf whose belly required cooked meat in order to be able to eat it. So, for now she and Blind Seer were just going to stand about, watching as the others in the class worked on their meals.

Ben had ~~been told by him roommate~~ chosen to make a salad today: lettuce was easy, and so were croutons, and really, who didn't like Xizor salad oh god, the punning, the punning?

The Danger Shop couldn't replicate Hocekureem Sea salt, so he was using regular salt. It couldn't make that big a difference, right?

Come on, now. Warren was going to go with a tried-and-true classic. A cultural icon of his people.

... That, and it was really hard to go wrong with a Reuben sandwich on rye with extra-extra-extra meat, with pastrami and corned beef variants because he was all about options.

That, and options helped distract him from the oh-god-what-is-Karla-making-over-there fridge horror of the day.

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Most of the recipes Karla had thought of would either have taken too long (chickens marinated in Mrs. Beale's special plum sauce) or they didn't have the right ingredients (honey-pears or pickleberries).

But she'd persevered (long after Warren had begged her to stop, he was so thoughtful and concerned!) and had eventually uncovered a recipe that looked pretty close to nutcakes from back home.

Though she was already running into difficulties. For one thing, she'd forgotten to discard the nuts. For another--

"Eee!"

Blenders had lids for a reason.

A flick of Morrigan's fingers, and the entire blender (and its flying contents) were encased in ice. "You may want to try something simpler," she told Karla. "One that does not require buttons."

"But I don't have another recipe," Karla said. "I just have to remember the lid, is all."

She could do it, Morrigan! Really!

...Ignore Warren's horrified expression. He's thinking about having to share all this deliciousness with the class.

"You have two hands; can you not mix ingredients with them?" Morrigan asked. "Or if you call yourself a mage, know you no potions? Tonics or brews? Or which herbs to add to a soup to cure a fever?"

"No. Buttons."

"I know lots of potions, brews, and teas," Karla agreed, trying very hard not to sulk. "I was looking forward to cooking something I didn't already have lots of experience with."

But Morrigan looked very serious about that 'no buttons' rule.

"...I can mix by hand."

Mercy made brownies. And spicy hot chocolate. Was it representative of her world? Well, who didn't love brownies?

Besides, it was one of the few things she could actually cook.

Raven didn't know how to cook. Unlike Karla, however, she'd admitted it to herself after one disastrous batch of cookies. But since a lot of the food consumed in Azarath wasn't cooked, she felt safe attempting a salad.

Oh, cooking Rosella could do. She wasn't nearly as good at it as Alexander, and she didn't get to do it often since they had people around the castle to do it, but her parents, especially her father, believed in being able to take care of one's self, and so she happily took to finding some vegetables and some meat and preparing them for a simple but hearty stew.

It was bound to wind up pretty good, but, admittedly, anything beyond stew would be significantly more challenging.

Petra considered her somewhat limited repertoire of recipes for a little while before deciding to attempt chowder. She thought it came out pretty well, although it probably needed salt.

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