[netbook] soups that could make you forgive your father

[eidxiety]

Hiii it's Ain!! I have the flu or something haha. I didn't know I could get sick :O

How do you make soup? It's vegetables in water and then you put it in the oven at 500, right?

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[unheiring]

give it to me. i can boil it faster than your fire box can.

[eidxiety]

Okay :O I don't want to get you sick though, apparently I'm dying?? [thanks aba] Do you want me to leave all this stuff on the inn kitchen counter or?? I don't want you to catch my death :(

[unheiring]

i don't get sick. my body temperature runs too high for that.

[This is objectively untrue, ignore him.]

just come in the bar and i'll take care of it. i'm closed for the night anyway, so i'll have time to clean after.

[eidxiety]

I don't get sick either but surprise :O Anything can happen!!

I'm on my way though.

[And he will show up with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, having sprinted through the storm to get here. He is therefore less wet than he would be if he'd just meandered, but still, he's pretty soaked.]

[unheiring]

Well that's... less than comforting.

Anyway...

[Luca is already waiting outside of the bar. He doesn't say anything as Ain approaches, though his gaze is speculative as he looks the man over. Mostly, though, he just pushes the door further open and coaxes him inside.]

[eidxiety]

[Well, he definitely looks like he has the flu. His face is red and he's clearly a little out of it, there are bags under his eyes, he won't stop sniffling... he just sits down at the nearest table and lays his head down on it. You know, assuming the furniture here isn't acting up, then he supposes he'll get thrown off of this chair and lay on the floor.

Sorry for this man Luca.]

[unheiring]

[The furniture has... mostly been behaving. Partially because Luca has threatened it repeatedly with immolation if it acts up too much. In fact, if Ain does open his eyes, he'll see that a few burnt handprints mark a few pieces of furniture. That being said, there are a few very tempted creaks before Luca approaches and holds his hands out for the pot. Even the sight of his palms quickly settles the furniture. ]

You look like hell.

[No mincing words here, apparently.]

[eidxiety]

[Luca is very scary, it's true. Like, not to Ain, but Ain is also not made of wood.]

I feel like it, too. I don't get sick... not unless it's stupid demon magic, anyway.

[The Abyss was a whole-ass time, though, and is not a normal sickness. Not even remotely.

Anyway, here is your pot of chopped vegetables. There are... vegetables that do not go in soup here, like beetroot and bell peppers, but at least they're chopped somewhat nicely. They're not even, no, but at least he knows how to use a knife. Anything else though, yeah, can't do that.]

[unheiring]

Demon... magic...

[You know what, not gonna focus on that. He's going to peer into the soup and... not really react. The ingredients are different than he's used to, sure, but he's not about to question the food of someone from a different world. After all, there are lemons with eyeballs here. Someone probably eats those, right?]

Is this a recipe from your home?

[Just kind of filling the silence as he keeps squinting at the pot. Is there any stock in here? Or is it... just vegetables.]

[eidxiety]

[No stock, it's literally half-full of water and floating vegetables. He has no idea what he's doing.]

No. I just made it up.

[Ain knows vegetables go in soup, so he picked the vegetables he knows and threw them in there with no rhyme or reason. He has the spirit! And that's it.]

I don't know any recipes. Mr. Half-Demon is the one who cooks for all of us back home. Sometimes Ms. Elf helps.

[unheiring]

[Just... rolling his eyes.]

I would not have pegged you for someone so helpless.

[Don't mind him. He sets the pot down for the time being, then heads into the storage room. He returns before long with a jar of beef stock from the larder. It's poured into the pot before he picks it up once more.]

Hope you eat beef.

[His hands begin to shimmer at the edges, heat radiating off of his palms.]

[eidxiety]

[He doesn't know how to human :( ]

Aww, and I wouldn't have pegged you for someone so kind~. [This would come out sassier if Ain's voice wasn't raspy as all hell.] I'll eat anything as long as it tastes good, so beef is fine.

[unheiring]

Not - Kind.

[Luca practically hisses it, brows furrowing. Not that Ain can see, since he's keeping his back to the other man. No way is he going to let anyone see his fluster, thanks. As long as he pretends that he's busy with the soup, Ain won't suspect otherwise.]

Good. It should be ready before long. I just need to... remain focused.

[Does he feel a little bad that the ailing Ain is forced to sit on an uncomfortable dining chair while he works? Maybe. But it's better than Ain burning a house down soooo...]

[eidxiety]

[He super will not know otherwise. He's too sick to be perceptive right now, and even then, he doesn't know Luca as well as he knows the rest of his party back home; he can read them like open books. Not so much the people here. Give him another two months.

That said, he's just going to lay his head on the table and close his eyes for a few minutes, since Luca needs time to focus here. You know when your body is sick and it just goes "shut down all processes including being awake", yeah, that's where he's at, though he won't have time to fall asleep. At least the scent of soup keeps him up!]

[unheiring]

[Luca keeps the pot on a boil only long enough for the vegetables to soften. Is it going to be the best, most flavorful soup in the world? Probably not. BUt it'll help sustain poor Ain while he's half out of his mind with sickness. Besides, he doubts the other man will be particularly picky, and that was begging the question that he had a sense of taste at this point, too.

All that is to say, around 10, 15 minutes later, Luca returns to the table. He sets a hot pad down before letting the pot come to rest. He disappears only for a few seconds, fetching dishware and cutlery before opening the pot and spooning Ain a hearty serving.]

Here. Your weird soup.

[eidxiety]

[Yay, weird soup! Ain sits up (slowly, less energetic than he would normally) and takes a few slow bites. The man looks like he's sleepwalking at this point, but after maybe a minute...]

It's very weird soup. [He's realising that at least one of these ingredients is Not Correct, but he doesn't know how to cook, so???] Thank you, Mr. Bartender, you're so nice.