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[survivalistcookbook]

Who: Eugene Woods and Ravi Chakrabarti
Broadcast: None
Action: the Three Twins
When: Monday morning

[All right. The pizza rush has died down, a fresh week's work of rations has been supplied, and Eugene's proofread and edited his little manuscript-in-progress of The Survivalist Cookbook: Lost in Space Edition enough to feel reasonably comfortable with the thought of another human looking at it. He calls ahead so that Ravi can keep an eye out for him, bundles into a short-range shuttle, and makes his way to the new ship with a quiet hope that the oven is repaired and won't need to be repaired again by the end of the day.]

[He spends most of the day in the kitchen, where any members of the crew or visiting fleetmates can find the two cooks working through a crash course of soups and stews, breads, casseroles, and some protein concoctions that are hopefully foolproof. The goal is to at least help prepare enough food and food-related strategies in advance that, even without him there to hang over anyone's shoulder, they can eat pretty well for several days. Fingers crossed nothing catches fire or ends up on the ceiling.]

Comments

[Action] 1/3

[goldenglasses]

[Dododododdo~~~ Minding my own business! Saw a shuttle land for a crew mate! Hope they're having a good time! Dododododo! Just on my way to my room! Not bothering anyway! Lalalalaalala~~~ Walking past the kitchen. Dodododododo!]

[Action] 2/3

[goldenglasses]

[Was that people cooking in the kitchen?]

[Action] 3/3

[goldenglasses]

[With a snappy 180 degree turn and suddenly Vash is seated at the kitchen table with the biggest grin on his face.] So! When's lunch!

[arfvader]

I'd recommend trying anything made by Eugene. My creations aren't quite up to snuff yet, but at least it's a positive work-in-progress!

[survivalistcookbook]

[Woah. That's . . . Definitely an abrupt order. Eugene takes Ravi's complete lack of surprise as cue enough that this is pretty par for the course, and snorts at his artful deflection.]

Hey now, I think that soup-and-bread course is going to turn out pretty good. But, this is a great test. Hungry crewmate, wants something to eat and wants it quick. [He leans back against the counter, pointing at the newcomer.] Go ahead, name a few things you're in the mood for.

[goldenglasses]

[If you cook it; Vash will come. More so if the food is free. He rubs his hands together not at all embarrassed by his possible greed.] Perfect! I am an expert taste tester. I can even get you a reference here in the fleet if you need!

[As soon as the offer to name what he'd like to eat the answer come automatically. Almost before Eugene finishes asking the question.]

DONUTS!

[survivalistcookbook]

Okay! So-

[Turning to Ravi.]

First cornerstone of success as a cook - setting realistic expectations.

[Back to their new taste-tester.]

Good news - I am pretty sure I can make donuts. Bad news - it will take about twelve hours. What can we get you in the meantime?

[arfvader]

[To Eugene:]

I've been telling everyone to not expect anything edible for the next three weeks. How's that for realistic expectations?

[He turns to Vash with a grin.]

Well, Captain, I've personally prepared some lumpy stew and a casserole that probably shouldn't break any teeth, if you're willing to give it a try!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash smiles nods along as Eugene gives Ravi the sage advice of setting realistic expectations. Apparently finding it great advice, that is until he hears it will be twelve hours before he can have his favorite treat.]

Twelve hours! [You will believe a grown man can pout. Mostly because of the way Vash's lower lip sticks out in his pout.] Oh man, you really don't think you could make them any quicker than twelve hours?

[Ah well. At least there's some sort of food to be had in this situation. He didn't really expect to get donuts anyway.]

Not breaking my teeth is a pretty high recommendation. I'll go ahead and give the casserole a try.