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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & Open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: On Huntress.
When: Early afternoon.

(Maedhros can do a lot of things. He is a patient leader, a phenomenal warrior, a devoted brother, however there is one arena in which he does not excel. He could blame it on his lack of a right hand - mechanical replacement or not - but he will not sink so low. There is a white powder in his hair - flour? - and smoke. Too much smoke.)

Does anyone know where we keep the fire extinguisher?

(Ah, no, wait. He finds it and lifts it into his hands, puzzling over how to use it.)

The instructions are less than clear... (The kitchen might burn down at this point. Send help!)

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[valiantfire]

{Fingon runs into the kitchen a minute later and stops at his cousin's side.}

I was gone for a minute! {He's trying not to laugh or panic and manages both? And it might have been a bit longer than just one minute? He reaches for the extinguisher.}

I've had to use it myself, it's this leaver here...

[castintoflames]

(He blinks at the sudden appearance, smiling despite all the smoke. Fingon, you have helped him be too calm.)

I did much in that minute if so. (Too much and none of it good.) Ah...

(He wrinkles his nose at what is expelled from the extinguisher, but it...works? Though the food is utterly ruined. Not like it was edible before.)

I thought more heat would cook it faster.

[valiantfire]

{Oops? Fingon grins fondly at him and shakes his head.}

You have always been fast.

{The foam smells bad, and gets everywhere, but the ship isn't about to burn down, so that's an improvement!}

Only the outside, Maitimo. The inside would still be raw.

[castintoflames]

(That sentence should not please him so, but it does.)

I wanted to do much of the work.

(And this is the result. His shoulders slump and he grabs a towel to begin the clean up.)

Ammë was right; this does take more patience than I have to give.

[valiantfire]

{A gentle laugh and Fingon grabs another towel to help with the clean up.}

If you want, I could guide you through what you want to make? So you can still do much of the work, and the meal can be enjoyed as it should.

[castintoflames]

(He looks skeptical, but not because of Fingon.)

Ammë tried that too and it ended up much the same as this. (He has no faith in his skills, though he tries his hardest!)

[valiantfire]

{Laughter lights the younger Elf's face.}

Then keep me company? I refuse to let you and Kano go without good food.

[castintoflames]

(He smiles helplessly, tenderness overcoming his shame.)

I would like to see you cook. How can I help?

[valiantfire]

{Shame isn't allowed! Fingon grins playfully at him.}

What were you wanting to make?

[castintoflames]

A cake. (He murmurs, patting his still dusty hair.) I thought Kano might eat more of it if it tasted especially good.

[valiantfire]

Mm... Chocolate cake? {Fingon's gotten somewhat good at them!} I could also try some pies, so it isn't all sweet.

[castintoflames]

Yes! (He smiles a little more.) One that isn't too rich, but warm and good.

What pies would you suggest?

[valiantfire]

{Fingon sits back on his heels before reaching out to ruffle Maedhros' hair free of dust and such.}

Hm... {He pulls away to go hunt through what supplies they have.}

We have some fruits that taste like apples and pears, or there is some meat left. {Just don't ask what kind of meat, he doesn't know.}

[castintoflames]

(The flour powder scatters under said ruffling and Maedhros's nose wrinkles. He is going to need a good bath or shower after this.)

One meat pie and another fruit? If he is not in the mood for savory, he could enjoy the sweet instead that way.