May Mingle (Caprine)

[moonofmylife]

Who: The crew of the Caprine and visitors
Broadcast: N/a
Action: Yes
When: Throughout the month of May

[Enjoy the snacks! Sadly they are mostly goo.]

Comments

[forcesensitive]

[Finn's settling in more and more. As strange as it is, this ship is already more of a home to him than anywhere he's been before - he can have personal possessions, he has his own assigned bunk, he can eat whatever and whenever he wants, and he even gets along with the rest of the crew. Mostly. That is, he hasn't butted heads with anyone yet.

Also he's asked his best friend to transfer over and be the new pilot, since they're lacking one, so he's excited about that.

While they're still near the moon, Finn is still out and about more than he's on the ship, so the best bet of catching him is around mealtimes, when he creates ever more ridiculous combinations of the protein gels to munch on.]

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Diiid somebody say ridiculous cooking experiments~?]

Hiya, Finn~ Ooh, whatcha making this time?

[forcesensitive]

Hey, Pinkie. [He gestures her over to look.] If I use the dry-solid texture, I can get the wheat gel to act like chips. Then add spicy chilli as soft-solid, cheddar as powder--

[And look! Nachos!]

[spontaneouscombustion]

Oooh, nachos~! [She takes a "chip", even though they're... not heated yet yeah Pinkie's a weird one.] Mmmm and it's got a nice little zip to it too! Hmm wonder if we can find some spicier stuff.

[forcesensitive]

Had something like it down on the planet and thought I'd see what I could do.

[He gestures over to the little spice rack.] I'm not really sure what most of that is, but maybe there's something that'll help?

1/2

[spontaneouscombustion]

Hmmmm... black pepper, garlic powder, ginger powder... I dunno--

2/2

[spontaneouscombustion]

OH! DUH, I got something like that yesterday! Be right back!

[And a quick sprint off to the quarters! What could it be?]

[forcesensitive]

Uhh--okay.

[He'll make up a few more of the chip-strips while she trots off. They're pretty good to dip into almost any of the other gels. Whoever said the food here was terrible isn't, he thinks, very creative.]

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Not even a minute later and the pony returns with the neck of a small, dark red bottle in her teeth. She wraps her hoof around the neck to show it off.]

TADA! Auntie Zarlock's Seven Pepper Naga Scorpion Ghost-Maker Sauce! It's got a REALLY nice kick but there's just a smidge of sweetness to soften it out!

[For comparison: this is the pony that thinks a scorching hot sauce can be slathered onto a cupcake no problem.]

[forcesensitive]

Ghost-Maker? Are you sure that's safe for humans to eat?

[He's got a bad feeling about this for some reason.]

[pneumo]

[ Finn...Finn why, why would you mess with the protein jelly that stuff is so icky. It doesn't even taste like real protein!!

...Not that Sascha would know I mean, since he can't actually eat it without throwing up, but still. It carries an unpleasant, paste-y smell that Sascha isn't very fond of, so when he catches it he's going to follow it to the source and squint, heavily. Right through his ridiculous sunglasses. ]

...Is it you? [ Are you the mad scientist making this unappetizing smell mister ]

[forcesensitive]

[It would probably help if he'd ever had real protein to compare it to.]

Uh, yeah, it's me. [He munches on some meat-texture pumpkin spice gel.] Hi.

...Is what me, by the way?

[pneumo]

[ You have never truly lived, Finn. It's time for the SASCHA EXPERIENCE OF PROTEIN, which in this case has nothing to do with it, or learning anything about it. It's pretty much just the "Sascha experience." "Nightmare" is interchangeable. ]

Hi! [ He can't not reply to that first, he loves hellos. ] You're the one eating the gross-smelling stuff and making the whole place stink.

[forcesensitive]

[Ah, yes. The hatred people have for the food here is legendary. He dips the hunk of pumpkin-spice he has into a gel-dip of chocolate and cinnamon mixed together and grins.]

You probably won't believe this, but the food I always had back home was worse. Always worse.

[pneumo]

Worse?? How can anything be worse than smelly, squishy jelly?? [ How is such a thing possible Finn?? DID YOU LIVE IN SWITZERLAND?

Because Switzerland sounds like blizzard to him and those are unpleasant. ]

[forcesensitive]

[He licks up a bit of vanilla and grins.]

Let me put it this way. At least this stuff has different flavors and textures.

[pneumo]

...You food has no flavour?! But flavour's the best part...!

[forcesensitive]

Fillin' you up is the best part. Anything else is a bonus.

[So having a nice upgraded kitchen with a dozen different flavors? Not bad in his book.]

[archaeotechnician]

What are you making?

[ this is aphra. this is aphra sitting on a counter like an asshole.

when did she walk in? ]

[forcesensitive]

[Finn does a double-take, because seriously? How'd you get here?]

Uh. I was trying for pancakes with chocolate-peanut butter sauce, but I can't get the pancakes to come out right. And I can't decide if having bacon strips on the side is a good idea or not.

[This doesn't stop him from munching on the strips of meat-textured bacon protein.]

[archaeotechnician]

[ aphra tips her head and gives him a Look. ]

If it's a choice, you always add bacon.

[ she holds a gloved hand out: share the goods, bro. ]

[forcesensitive]

[He hands some over automatically, since he can always just make more.]

Got it. Yes on the bacon. Don't suppose you know how to make it feel more like a pancake?

[Not that he's ever cooked actual pancakes before. Or much of anything, to be frank.]

[archaeotechnician]

[ munching on space bacon! ]

Didn't get the cook thing. [ she points to her head in case it might not be immediately obvious what she's referring to. ]

Add more liquid, maybe?

[forcesensitive]

[It's pretty good - for someone who's used to space rations. Finn is, so he thinks the food is great. Multiple flavors! Build your own dishes!]

Yeah, me neither. I'm Security.

[Hmm, it's worth a shot. Finn grabs a glass from the beverage dispenser and starts to work. All it gets him is a soggy mess, and he laughs at his own failure.]

Maybe I'll ask Qing.

[archaeotechnician]

He the cook?