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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!)

Comments

[poisontippedcure]

Did you almost burn down the house then, too?

[This isn't how you make friends, but she can't resist. Sorry, Maedrhos.]

[castintoflames]

Almost. (He is ashamed at his lack of progress.) This must not be for me.

[poisontippedcure]

[Hearing him now, she almost feels bad. Almost.]

I don't think it is.

[And then a sigh.]

But if it's any consolation, I don't think cooking is a skill that is necessary here.

[castintoflames]

Oh but it is! My brother... He does not always eat as he should, but he will try when I cook.

(He can manage things like stew.)

I wished to make him a cake.

[poisontippedcure]

[And now she feels bad for him of all things. If nothing else, Rose can appreciate looking out for family.]

It's good of you to try and take care of your brother, but perhaps next time, start with something simpler? Fresh fruit is much less likely to catch fire.

[castintoflames]

(He has a rather large family and he loves all of them heart and soul. Such bonds can both strengthen him and lead him to certain doom.)

Fresh fruit is difficult to acquire in space.

[poisontippedcure]

So is fresh air.

[castintoflames]

The smoke will surely disperse!

[poisontippedcure]

Into where? You can't exactly open a window.

[Or maybe the ship has some sort of air mechanism to help. Rose isn't sure, and she's not about to test that hypothesis out on the Red Fish.]

[castintoflames]

There is a ventilation system. (He knows that much from having viewed schematics.)

[poisontippedcure]

Fair enough.

[She's still not going to take her chances with fire on the ship, but it's good to know in case it ever becomes necessary.]

Nonetheless, I'd recommend looking into simpler recipes. There must be something that doesn't require the use of the oven.

[And that didn't involve the weird wave box, or whatever passed as 'food' here.]

[castintoflames]

You are entirely right. (Back to stew? Maybe a pie? He could make it and get Fingon's help in baking it.) I am too old to learn new tricks, it seems.

(Too old or too stubborn.)

[poisontippedcure]

I don't know if age is to blame; perhaps it's a lack of latent ability?

[Big words coming from someone who bounced between a good five guilds before finding something she didn't suck at.]

If nothing else, have you tried asking for help? These incidents tend to happen less often when there's someone with more experience in the room.

[castintoflames]

I have believed that most useful skills can be acquired if one is ambitious enough. (Now he questions that. What a shame.)

My cousin is attempting to help. He is far too used to my...difficulties.

[poisontippedcure]

For that to work, it's necessary to proceed gradually.

[In other words, maybe doing something that doesn't end in fire.]

You mean this happened with two people?

[castintoflames]

I am not fond of fire to begin with. I suppose that does not help.

(Considering he died in flames.)

He left the kitchen; I was alone.

[poisontippedcure]

[Of course he did. Of course he left.]

Then why choose something that requires fire to cook? Doesn't your kitchen also have the metal contraption? The one that heats food instantly?

[castintoflames]

Can that be used for cakes? I do not know how to operate it. (He might be pressing buttons at random now.)