fandomhigh | Home Ec, Tuesday, Period 1

The classroom had no cats today, nor balls of yarn. Instead, there was rather a lot of bread and cheese. And chocolate. And fruits and cakes and marshmallows.

And tiny pots with their own burners and almost absurdly long forks.

"Right, so. Continuin' on the theme of 'whoever wrote this curiculum thinks it's about 1965', today we're doin' fondue. It's kind of a fancy party dish that ain't unthematic to today's holiday, but unless you wanna make a crapton of chocolate covered strawberries to bring back to you room with you, it doesn't travel super well. So uh. Hope no one ate a big breakfast." He shrugged. "I got a whole bunch of recipes for y'all to follow -- take your time on these, you'll have plenty while things are meltin' and heating up, so even you guys who ain't great at reading should do okay. If you've got questions or you need help with a term or two, let me know, yeah? And uh." He looked around for a familiar tiny green shape. "Peridot, feel free to see this as an experiment in the melting point and properties of different earth foods or somethin'." Phase changes were sciencey, right?

"Anyway, go on and get crackin'. And try not to set anything on fire that ain't in a recipe."

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Ada picked up another strawberry and offered it to him. "Then may I have th' pleasure of your company later?" she asked. "I feel like I ain't gotten t' spend time with you in ages."

And he was going to eat that one right off her fingers as well, mouth warm and tongue soft as it slid over her fingers. "That would be wonderful, rinkeni," he said a moment later. "I've missed you as well."

And not just in his bed, though he was always happy to have her there as well.

Her favorite way of spending time with him were the quiet times when they traded stories and tall tales, and Ada actually learned bits and pieces of Tsingano or D'Angeline.

Not that she didn't enjoy their other ways of having fun, a lot, but she loved his friendship most.

"I don't got anything else goin' on today," she said, giving him a crooked grin. "I can even make us dinner, if'n you don't got other plans."

"I will never turn down a homecooked meal," he assured her with all the eagerness of a teenage boy and his appetite. "I'll tell you more stories while you cook?"

He had an inexhaustible well of those.

"'M always happy for your company an' your stories," she replied, smiling. "You like stir-fry or curry?"

Those were...really the only two she could manage with what she had in the fridge. Anything else, and she'd need to hit the store first.

"I've no idea what either of those are, so surprise me," Hyacinthe said. "I'm not picky, rinkeni. Not for food, anyway."

"Well, d'ya prefer sweet or spicy?" Ada asked, somehow completely managing to keep a straight face.

You could interpret that as for the food, Hya, or whatever you were picky about. Ada didn't care.

"Oh, there are times for both," he said with a slow smile. "But in honor of the day, I suppose 'tis better to be sweet?"

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