WE'RE ALL WEIRD PEOPLE & WE LOVE IT

[mylegacy]

Who: the caprine shitshow
Broadcast: none.......
Action:
When: right meow

[when life gives you lemons throw them at your crew]

[specifically the captain]

[actually just throw everything at the captain he's got a hard skull he can take it]

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[mylegacy]

[COOKING ...... EYEZOOMS]

[Or, more descriptively, here is Caesar poking his head into the kitchen when he gets a whiff of that telltale dough smell, not to mention hearing that frustrated muttering. He's been quiet so far, but food though.]

. . . Do you need a hand?

[shoujoreject]

[What is--oh. Qing looks up at Caesar, giving an awkward little smile.]

Ah. I'm just having a little difficulty getting the consistency on this pot-sticker dough right. I wouldn't turn down help.

[He tugs at the edge of the dough again, which is too thick and bread-like currently. Not nearly enough stretch. He figures it must be a water ratio thing, but it keeps doing this. :c]

[mylegacy]

Mm, I've never made it before but I can try.

[He steps into the kitchen, a little less tentative now that he's been given permission.]

What's not right about it?

[shoujoreject]

It's too... [He mutters something in Cantonese, shaking his head.] Doughy. It needs to have more stretch.

[He gestures a little as he speaks, plucking off a piece of the too-thick dough and stretching it in his fingers - well, as best as he can.]

They're like... ah, what are they called again... pasties? You fill them with meat and vegetables, fold them over, seal and fry them.

[mylegacy]

Oh.

[He smiles a little, bright and optimistic for a change.]

I can help with that, then. I'm better with breads than pastries. Here — push it over, I'll see what I can do.

How big are they meant to be? [And then, almost immediately:] What language was that? I don't know it.

[shoujoreject]

Ah... about the length of a hand--

[He pauses as he pushes the dough over, laughing.]

Well, my hand. I guess it's about 12 centimeters? [And then he blinks at the question.] Ah, Cantonese. I get a little tripped up when talking about food, since mother and father never really spoke English in the kitchen.