driftfleet | did somebody say mingle

So, spongy is bad. [ Definitely noted, though he wonders just how much of a concern that is. ]

Can't say I noticed before.. The Marsiva's was different, and so was the Caprine's..[ Again, that damn frame of reference he lacks. He does miss fish, though. ]

...

[HOLD ON what you are telling her is a TRAVESTY that must be addressed.

Rogue turns to give him her full attention.]

...are ya tellin' me you didn't have a preference?

It's not the same. Comparison is senseless if this is the option.

[ He shrugs a fraction, looking back at Rogue with that worried expression. ]

It all has the same purpose.

...kinda. [Yes, nutritional value, except... no.] I guess I can see what you're sayin'. But since it all has the same purpose, then... is there one that ya think you liked better -- no, not liked -- fulfilled its purpose better?

Because another purpose for food? It's supposed to be enjoyable. So... which one did that. [...] If any. I mean, I don't think it's very good at fulfillin' that purpose anyway...

[You can take her word on this. As someone who's been operating without touch for most of her life, what sensory experiences Rogue can have are very important to her.

And wow, that's a lot of talking and tripping over herself to try and explain she's doing.]

[ Enjoyable. He's enjoyed a few things he's had, but probably not the rapturous experience Rogue is hoping it was. Allen had brought him cookies once (which were really tasty), and Nightingale had made fish while he was on the Caprine. Neither of those can really be compared to their food options aboard the Heron. But he doesn't not want to give her an answer.]

They were all the same.

[ Honestly, it's a texture thing. It's awful, but he's grateful for Rogue's attempts at making it less so. ]

What one do you like better?

[Rogue makes a little face of 'yuck.']

I liked the fish on the planet best, but of the materials we got the Marsiva had the finest... can make a pretty decent spaghetti on the Vanquish, though.

..The fish was good.[ That much he can agree upon, at least. ]

[Oh good, an actual preference. Rogue gives him a small, encouraging smile that - if she were anyone else - would be a beaming encouraging smile.

But she's not, so it's just a brief grin, a flash of white teeth, and the slightest nod.]

Yeah, nothin' like when they're fresh.

[BEEP BEEP BEEP.

The microwave rudely interrupts, and she turns to attend it. She doesn't really need potholders, not for cooking with a microwave. Her gloves are more than sufficient. She opens the microwave and starts to bring out the dish.]

Here, ya wanna try some of this while it's hot? I'm gonna, ta see if it's worth keepin' around. Grab a knife or a spatula?

[Yup, just. Arm yourself over there, tall dark and stare-y.]

[ More of an agreement than an opinion, but something verbal, regardless. He offers the brief half-turn of his lips in return. Barely a smile, though it's not quite so icy. He is trying, at least. The visual cues help, even though she doesn't telegraph them as animatedly as Jim does.

Winter's attention turns back to the noisy microwave, watching her pull out the dish. With a nod, he maneuvers around her to dig in a drawer to find a knife. It's a pathetic excuse for a knife by his standards, but it should do the trick in the kitchen at the very least.

He passes it silently to Rogue. She's in charge of this operation. ]

Sure.

[Rogue accepts the kitchen knife, and handles it in the fashion of a cooking knife, no real clues there as she begins to just... cut out a piece of the meatloaf.

She's not the kind of person to fill silence with idle chatter - she doesn't really chatter - but Winter's utter focus is a little disconcerting and when silence is uncomfortable it tends to stretch and form its own presence, and that sort of presence was unwelcome in her kitchen.]

Like I said, can't vouch for this. I'm tryin' ta make stuff out of the supplies ya'll have. Is there anythin' you'd like me ta try next?

[ There really isn't much conversation for him to really offer her in return. He doesn't know what she's capable of making, and making a request to the cook isn't something he's planning on doing.

Her filling the quiet space does help; although he doesn't mind the silence. He very rarely feels the growing need to speak when the silence lingers. Apparently it unnerves some people.

He shakes his head, glancing back at her. ]

I don't know.

[Rogue simply cuts out some of the protein mix-meatloaf and places one on top of a plate for each of them. She hands a plate over to him.]

Fair enough. Who knows? This could put ya off my cookin' forever.

[Experiments in protein paste, yay. She rustles up some forks and takes a bite.]

[ Winter takes the plate and fork from her, looking at the thing on top before cutting off a piece with the edge of his fork. He takes a bite, analyzing it. It wasn't the worst thing he'd had before. ]

It's...Not bad?

[A shining endorsement if she's ever heard it. She takes a bite and makes a face.]

The consistency is all wrong. But the taste ain't too off. [Yuck.] We need real meat, is what we need. An' vegetables. An' -- bread!

[She misses bread.]

[ Probably best not to get your taste endorsements from someone still re-experiencing taste for himself. ]

Oh, okay.

[ Whatever you say you need, Rogue. ]

[If that's the case, she is sad she left coffee off the list. Sadly, she has no idea that she's just placed an order.]

Okay. Let's switch spots. You can finish makin' this one.

[She steps away from the counter, giving him room.]

[ He gives her a look that's similar to a deer caught in the headlights before it goes back into neutrality. Winter slides over to where she was before, surveying everything she had out before flicking his eyes back to Rogue. ]

What do I need to do?

[ He has no idea how to even go about this. ]

Alright, it's not easy [because Rogue knows that saying something is 'easy' only makes someone feel bad if they don't do well instantly], but ya don't have ta worry 'cause I'm gonna show you what ta do step by step. A lot of the ingredients are out already, so all you have ta do is measure them properly and then put them together.

[She pauses to assess his expression.] Okay?

[ The fact that she'll be there to correct his errors is relieving. He's got absolutely no idea what to do, but learning something new? That's something he's looking forward to. Something that doesn't involve how fast he could murder someone.

He surveys what's been laid out, nodding his head tersely. He looks to her for further instruction, his expression open and waiting.]

Acknowledged.

Okay.

[ Okay. Okay, it was just... there was something more going on here than she really understood, and Rogue didn't know quite how to get a handle on it. ]

We're makin' muffins. Thing is, we don't have any proper flower, so I had ta beat up those potato flake things to make somethin' like it. We'll need two an' a half cups.

[ She pushes the measuring glass over to him.]

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[ It's a simple enough instruction, all things considered. Picking up the measuring glass, he turns it over in his hand before setting it on the counter to measure them out. ]

What next?

Pour the flakes in the mixin' bowl, since we're gonna need that measurin' container again. Then add in a cup of water for later.

[ He follows her instructions exactly, dumping the flakes into the bowl and moving to the sink in order to fill the measuring cup with water. ]

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