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Who: Apollo
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now-ish?

Broadcast

[Apollo looks... a little flustered? Slightly bewildered? Like he might have accidentally exploded cooking supplies?]

I'm trying this cooking thing. I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous to eat, but does anyone want to come and be a guinea pig? These gel things are making roasts a lot fucking harder than they should be...

Action

[On the Bishop, Apollo has taken over the kitchen for now. He manages to look surprisingly domestic, bumming around in ship standard provided clothing and hair pulled up into a ponytail that bobs along to whatever music he's imagining as he 'cooks'.

Cooking occasionally involves eye lasers. Which doesn't work on the gels half as well as he hoped it would.]

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Like I said, they're thankfully pretty easy, so even if you have to improvise, it's not to hard.

_{[ He bends back to the fridge to continue rifling, putting out eggs
and such before going to the cupboards to pull down other baking
implements. ]}

Can you get me out a pan and a spatula?

[Apollo gets out the pan, spatula and gets a bowl for mixing things in.]

_{[ He nods his thanks and takes Apollo through the steps to make the
pancake batter using what is at hand. There's a few substitutes, but he
knows they work well enough. It's calming, going through his motion,
remembering his youth and making these for himself on weekend mornings - a
treat. ]}

And now you just pour and get each side nice and golden-brown - then eat!

I learned a trick... you wait until the batter is bubbling on top before flipping it over.

Jeroen swears by enough butter to fry the edges of the crepe instead.

_{[ He chuckled. ]}

That's actually a good trick. That means it's more or less ready, but it all depends on color. Once you've made enough, you'll get the feel for how long you can leave it before it flips so you have the right color gold you like on the cake.

Yeah, that's true...

The stovetop here is a bit... temperamental.

I think everything here is a bit temperamental. I swear, I have to avow eternal love to my coffee machine every time I want a cup.

And there I was thinking I was special when you propositioned me.

Oh don't worry. There are plenty of other things I can vow to you ~

_{[ He winked at him. ]}

Oh, if only you weren't breakable.

I can handle more than you think.

_{[ He gives him a lazy smirk as he pours the first bit of batter.
]}

I don't doubt that.

[But no, seriously, Apollo is actually a little scared about breaking him.]

_{[ The smell of buttermilk begins to fill the room, Kirk turning his
head to watch the batter. He can tell the other is merely humoring him, and
he can take guesses as to why if what Apollo had told him at the party was
true. Even so... ]}

This might be forward, considering we haven't known each other long - but I trust you.

_{[ The spatula scraped along the pan as he flipped the cake, smiling at
the golden brown color. ]}

You have any juice or milk to go with these?

... thank you. But I'm not sure I trust myself.

[He's never been close to a human, only post humans.]

I have milk, hang on.

[He heads to the fridge to dig into it.]

Well, you just hugged me without crushing me. So I'd say you're off to a good start.

_{[ He grinned at him, flipping the first pancake off the pan and onto a
nearby waiting plate, pouring the next while Apollo got out the milk.
]}

To bad we don't have any sausage or bacon to go with this.

There's a big difference between a comforting hug and losing your head in the heat of the moment.

Ah. Yeah, that I can't help with. Meat supplies seem to be in pretty short supply.

Unfortunately. But that's fine. Pancakes can stand on their own. Sausage and bacon are just decoration - like those flowers on cakes.

Just a few more minutes and we can eat.

Sugar flowers? Jenny wanted an entire plate of those for her birthday cake when she was five.

It smells good, anyway.

I will forgive her because she was five.

_{[ He grins at the compliment. ]}

And they taste good too. Here you go ~

_{[ He held up a plate to Apollo, chest puffed slightly with pride.
]}

[Apollo takes the plate with a grin, using a fork to break some off and trying it.]

Mm. That's pretty darn good, yeah.

_{[ He watches him, like a cook awaiting a verdict from the critic...
which... was what he was, actually. ]}

Well, I've only been making them since I was twelve - but thank you. It's always nice to have my cooking appreciated.

Yeah, but you're what? Thirty, maybe?

[He forks off more and eats it. Really is tasty.]

Hah, close. I'm twenty-seven.

_{[ He turns back to make himself a few, but is clearly pleased as he
sneaks peeks of Apollo eating his pancakes. ]}

Make me feel like I'm robbing the cradle, why don't'cha?

[Apollo has no idea how old is actually is but, optimistically, he's twelve years older than Jim. Realistically, it's probably closer to twenty. No matter that he's forever going to look like he's in his late twenties/early thirties.]

I wouldn't feel to bad. I like older men as it turns out.

_{[ Which was the truth. He liked just about anyone, really, but he did
like it when he was with more 'experienced' men so to speak. ]}

Besides, you can't be that much older than me, can you? I know you have silver hair and all, but I don't think that's a real indication of your age, am I right?