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. 

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[edwinjarvis]

[Oh! He seems pleasantly surprised, as he hands over the little notepad.]

Excellent! Now —

Let's go ahead and see your hand at it, Mr. Hunter.

[And because Jarvis enjoys small talk, he'll continue:]

What is your preferred breakfast, anyway? Since we might as well consider it for the future.

[directed]

[…Well. He had promised to show some level of commitment to this, hadn't he?

Rip glances briefly over what Jarvis has recorded, and jots a few extra bits; just the last little dregs of information Jarvis hadn't had the chance to note himself. The reminder is well-timed; this isn't merely meant to be a demonstration, after all. The pad is brought over, placed carefully next to the secondary station for Rip to glance at while he works.]

A fry up's always good. [British breakfast at its best, he thinks—though the thought of it with scrambled eggs instead of over easy, with properly runny yolks is a bit sad. Besides, he doesn't think there'll be too much of the assorted bits to be found about; stuff like real bacon is likely a rarity.

He mulls it over, all the while measuring the assorted components; his detail oriented nature works in his favor, as this part is easy enough—and ultimately, inspiring.]

But if I had to pick one thing? French toast. [Something that has even a dour man like him nearly showing a smile. Evidence of a sweet tooth aside, he's got fond memories of the stuff—especially since it'd be a treat for special occasions in Mary Xavier's house.]

[edwinjarvis]

Ah, I see.

Then I'll have something made up that simulates it as much as possible.

[He'll just observe Rip in the meanwhile; good lad, don't you forget that seasoning.

Boy, he's happy for the herbs they grow here. Makes a world of difference.]

Best thing to do on waystations and planets is keep a look out for bread; it's a great commodity.

[directed]

It shouldn't be too hard, should it? The basic ingredients are the same.

[Though Rip doesn't know the proportions, he knows what goes in it: egg, milk, sugar, flavoring—all of which they have. But then comes the mention of bread, and he pauses, going over a mental list that shouldn't be there:

The stores in the kitchen where he's meant to work. Turns out he knows everything he has on hand, at least that's been provided.]

Right; bread. [Which, again, could almost be made from what's in the kitchens on the ships—save for the yeast.] That's a rather unfortunate commodity to be lacking, considering most would see it as a basic staple.