Cornelius "Corey" Drake (sandcastlegod) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-19 22:02:00

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antaeus, argo, inactive - alisa lebeau, inactive - entienne lebeau, nicholas salem, perenawska, team - champions

Settling in?
They'd started moving into the renovated abandoned restaurant/nightclub covered scrap metal. Corey'd even arranged a recycling dumpster next to the regular one. Once the kitchen was finally covered in his explanatory signs -- one explanation of food storage and recycling having the very direct heading 'You Will Not Waste' -- he took an awful lot of sorted bags of packaging out to said recycling dumpster.

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designergene
2010-01-20 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Enteinne's eyes flickered over the signs as he entered and gave a small grunt at the request. He found the fridge no problem... kind of hard to miss and all, and opened to begin looking for the butter. Corey had been correct about where the butter was, and Enteinne wondered if Corey had his kitchen memorized they way Ennie had his. Probably not for the same reasons though.

He returned to Corey with a couple wrapped sticks and put them on a clean part of the counter. "I like 'em mashed," he said, nodding at potatoes, "Wit' mo-lass-us and an a thumbful o' burbon. How you cook dem?"

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sandcastlegod
2010-01-20 09:51 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you." And Corey gets to work cutting open some of the potatoes and mixing in plenty of butter. "Mm. Wouldn't think of bourbon. Sometimes I bake them and then fry them up with eggs, salt, and pepper and restuff the skins; it's a Brazilian thing. But sometimes, obviously, when there's a lot else going on in the meal, I keep it simple with butter and a little cinnamon."

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designergene
2010-01-20 10:01 pm UTC (link)

"Should try it wit de burbon," he said, "And de mol-lass-us... Important, dat." Enteinne leaned against the counter, sliding down to set the small of his back to the edge and let his long, lanky legs stretch out in front of him. In the better lighting and with how he hugged that coat to himself, it became more clear he was just about as skinny as his sister... though he seemed less bony all around. His upper body swayed back and forth while his eyes remained trained on the food and watching what Corey did.
The only real training Enteinne had was the Sunday morning cook hour on the local channels. The rest was experimenting with whatever was in the fridge and cabnaits.

"Like don up as french fries too."

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	sandcastlegod 2010-01-20 11:05 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah, fries work, too. I'll have to try the molasses later, after the chicken." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

designergene
2010-01-20 11:22 pm UTC (link)

Enteinne nodded. "So... dere six o' you... an' wit me and ma seour... dat make eight... how bout ya jus serve up one plate for de two o' us, oui? Ya weren't expectin' us... so we share so no one else has ta give up on much o' dere portions," he gave a friendly smile. The food had already been offered, he wasn't going to suggest he and Alisa not get any just because they weren't anticipated... but sharing a plate was par for the course with them.

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sandcastlegod
2010-01-20 11:50 pm UTC (link)

Corey blinks at him. "Dude. I'm sure that was meant to be polite, but I'm a Brazilian of Italian descent. If you don't both finish a full plate, it's going to bother me instinctively. Besides, I'm not even sure everyone's making it to lunch today, schedules being what they are."

The sweet potatoes buttered, with more available for those who want more, Corey goes to get the very large amount of chicken.

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