THE MELTING POT. A Catchall.

[edwinjarvis]

Who: Jarvis! But also anyone at The Melting Pot! A Mingle!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: at the new cafe/bistro, on the Iskaulit.
When: May and June catch-all? Or something.

 

THE MENU AND SERVERS.

 

Feel free to make open and closed threads here! Or if you're looking for Jarvis, feel free to add that information in the subject line. If you'd like a character to come in and look for work, feel free, Jarvis may set them up with work! Likewise, those he told he would help learn to cook dishes can stop by, too. 

Comments

[mucked]

I pity the ship that would have to cope with his -- as you put it -- energy.

[ howard managed to systematically sleep through nearly a whole floor of the griffith before peggy locked him down. good god, the damage that man could do across star systems. ]

[edwinjarvis]

I'd pity him more, I think. Imagine him attempting the usual Stark method with the particular ladies aboard these ships...

I imagine I would have to negotiate his release from the airlock area.

[mucked]

Oh, you wouldn't. [ please. don't help him; it would be so entertaining. ] Let him muddle through his own sodding negotiations. At the very least, it'll come with a boom of credits.

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[edwinjarvis]

I suppose... I have gotten rather used to getting him out of sticky situations.

[edwinjarvis]

... I am as usual unsettled that an innocent choice of words has been once again irrevocably damaged by my employment under Mr. Stark.

[mucked]

In a world doomed to super-powers, Mister Jarvis, that will always be Howard's. Depravity which knows no bounds.

[edwinjarvis]

When you say it like that, it does make me wonder if Mr. Stark has some sort of special mutation, to make him create such concerning inventions. They seem catered specifically for me to break out into cold sweats over.

[mucked]

Oh, please. Don't give him any more credit than he deserves. He's perfectly human. As human as you or I, Mister Jarvis. But with rather fewer scruples.

[edwinjarvis]

I suppose you're very right.

Though I'm still mystified at the string of women he leaves in his wake.

[Surely it must be some sort of pheromone thing.

Some deviously womanizing mutant gene.]

Oh! Silly me. Did you want anything, Miss Carter? Sitting at a booth makes me forget I'm supposed to be your waiter today.

[mucked]

[ tragic, maybe, but peggy's not at all mystified. there's an implicit charm in a personality like howard's, albeit one she doesn't fall for quite as readily. but that doesn't mean he isn't to anyone else's taste.

but! the conversation moves onward. ]

Not the fondue, that's for certain. Tell me -- what dish currently has the most chance of not being utterly synthetic?

[edwinjarvis]

[He is so very serious and intense as he picks through the mental menu in his head.]

Well... I would say the potato casserole, or the goulash. We've an actual meat supply at the moment for goulash, instead of that pesky tofu substitute. However, I'm happy to say our egg omelette, while made with synthetic dairy, is actually surprisingly toe to toe with the same dish prepared in Mr. Stark's manor.

[mucked]

[ something softer steals across her face. as appealing (hah) as the idea of fake-out omelette sounds, peggy's rather glad he brought up one other dish all on his own. she might have feel crass asking for it without that introduction.

peggy reaches out and pats the back of jarvis's hand. ]

The goulash would be splendid. I remember quite liking it.

[edwinjarvis]

[He smiles fondly. Of Ana, perhaps, but also most definitely from fondness of Peggy, too. He sees precisely what you're up to here, Miss Carter, giving her hand a return pat of thanks as he considers her order.]

I would be more than happy to oblige, and I'm sure Miss Jarvis is suddenly too content at this very moment.

.... Would you like a Carter's Tea with it?

[:))))))]

[mucked]

Oh, for God's sake. [ and here we are, right back to form. ] Can't you just call it 'tea'? Don't be ridiculous.

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[edwinjarvis]

[edwinjarvis]

But it needs to match Roger's Iced Tea.

[mucked]

-- It absolutely does not.

[edwinjarvis]

It's not my fault your silly beverage battles have put a spotlight on you.

[mucked]

There is no spotlight. [ huff. ] You, Mister Jarvis, have an overactive imagination.

[edwinjarvis]

Is having an overactive imagination really such a bad thing?

Especially for someone creating new dishes.

[mucked]

-- No, so long as that someone keeps his imagination on the food.

[ and not on herself and steve. ]

[edwinjarvis]

Why, I have no idea what you're going on about!

I've always had my imagination on the food.

...

Now, you said goulash and a Carter's tea! Coming right up.

[He smiles like a rude lil' shit before moving toward the kitchen.

Just the worst friend ever, obviously.]