did somebody say mingle

[redactions]

Who: The crew of the SS Heron and visitors.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: Throughout the month.

[ starters in comments, feel free to backdate/forward date anything. ]

Comments

[reconstitution]

[ 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.

[touchofrogue]

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.]

[reconstitution]

[ 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?

[touchofrogue]

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.

[reconstitution]

[ 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. ]