Okay, you're the boss! I would ask Aubs what she likes too but duh, I only care so much about that.
[He will use spices with mild and delicate flavour then, his house is all about stong stuff but Kel will do his best to adapt to Sunny's tastes.]
Want to help me dice the carrots? Or the potatoes? I can do the onions instead- just know they do open my waterworks and all, I cry more than those ladies in the stupid romance dramas when I cut them. We can prepare this together!
[Uh oh. Onions. Sunny hopes there won't be big chunks. He won't ask Kel to keep them out, though.
[Sunny sets himself up at the cutting board and takes a potato. He pulls a knife out of his pocket, flipping it once in his hand, catching it on the handle.
[Kel notices the smooth movement with the knife, but he merely puts it to the side for now. In case of future confrontations with Omori, it's good to know Sunny may carry weapons in his pockets like that.
Still, worry ot about the onions. He's a big brother and his mom trained him hard into the fine art of 'chop everything as thin as possible so Sally won't be able to push it away' and while slow, he's only making very small cubes of the root. And, yes, his eyes are already starting to water up a bit, how do people even cut onions all the time without crying?]
Oh, it begins already. [He's feeling super silly, but maybe with enough time, he'll get used to it?] Time for the deep conversations like- ahem- [He lowers his voice just a bit.] Do you think onions have feelings?
[And then he does the great mistake of wiping one eye with his hand, only making the situation worse and pushing just a bit away from Sunny, just in case. Hero did say some people are more sensible than onions than others, like with many other things, but it doesn't make it less silly.]
At least I know it's going to taste great in the end.
[Chopping onions really does make people cry, huh? Almost kind of seems like just something you see in the movies, but here Kell is-- Don't wipe your eye!
[Too late. The onion juice is blinding his poor friend.]
[Kel may not know why onions make people cry, he has no idea of what the various compounds released in the air do or how this is happening, but he's definitely chuckling and trying to blink the tears away.
The wiped eye is red as heck by now, but by tactically alternating one closed eye and one open he can somehow keep going.]
Good. I mean, at least we suffer together. [He still sounds amused.] I hope mister potato is kinder to you on that side.
Ah, nah, I'm fine. It's going to pass in a minute, I'm done here.
[He lifted the cutting board up, squeezing his right eye as well in Sunny's direction (and totally not having yet another big tear go down his cheek) and trying to aim toward the pot.]
I am sorry, Jennifer. It broke my heart but I couldn't risk you betraying the organization once more...
[Words spoken with a super serious tone before he swishes the knife on the cutting board, tossing the onion in the pot in a most dramatic way. After that he's already moving to grab the celery.]
The most difficult part is over. Basically we get all in there and wait until the chicken is cooked enough the meat starts falling apart. Take the bones out and ta-daa. chicken soup!
[Oh! The potatoes, indeed. Sunny should finish chopping those. He gets back to it. To the celery comment, he tilts his head back momentarily to look at Kel.]
With peanut butter.
I will hit you in the videogame world. At least that is SOMETHING Kel is familiar with.
[The face Kel made said all Sunny had to know about what he thought about said combo. He already wasn't a big fan of penaut butter, he didn't really like celery too, so...]
I mean, I know some people eat pretty gross stuff but. Yikes? I mean, no offense if you like it, but... definitely passing on that.
Now, let's finish the soup and let's get started with the television trash, huh? Popcorns, salted. Junk food, in the bag. Dinner, cooking!
Man, movies with my best bud, feels like a dream in a place like this.
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[He will use spices with mild and delicate flavour then, his house is all about stong stuff but Kel will do his best to adapt to Sunny's tastes.]
Want to help me dice the carrots? Or the potatoes? I can do the onions instead- just know they do open my waterworks and all, I cry more than those ladies in the stupid romance dramas when I cut them. We can prepare this together!
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[Sunny sets himself up at the cutting board and takes a potato. He pulls a knife out of his pocket, flipping it once in his hand, catching it on the handle.
[He doesn't seem to notice.
[To work, then.]
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Still, worry ot about the onions. He's a big brother and his mom trained him hard into the fine art of 'chop everything as thin as possible so Sally won't be able to push it away' and while slow, he's only making very small cubes of the root. And, yes, his eyes are already starting to water up a bit, how do people even cut onions all the time without crying?]
Oh, it begins already. [He's feeling super silly, but maybe with enough time, he'll get used to it?] Time for the deep conversations like- ahem- [He lowers his voice just a bit.] Do you think onions have feelings?
[And then he does the great mistake of wiping one eye with his hand, only making the situation worse and pushing just a bit away from Sunny, just in case. Hero did say some people are more sensible than onions than others, like with many other things, but it doesn't make it less silly.]
At least I know it's going to taste great in the end.
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[Too late. The onion juice is blinding his poor friend.]
If they...have feelings...
I think they're hurt.
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The wiped eye is red as heck by now, but by tactically alternating one closed eye and one open he can somehow keep going.]
Good. I mean, at least we suffer together. [He still sounds amused.] I hope mister potato is kinder to you on that side.
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[He lifted the cutting board up, squeezing his right eye as well in Sunny's direction (and totally not having yet another big tear go down his cheek) and trying to aim toward the pot.]
I am sorry, Jennifer. It broke my heart but I couldn't risk you betraying the organization once more...
[Words spoken with a super serious tone before he swishes the knife on the cutting board, tossing the onion in the pot in a most dramatic way. After that he's already moving to grab the celery.]
The most difficult part is over. Basically we get all in there and wait until the chicken is cooked enough the meat starts falling apart. Take the bones out and ta-daa. chicken soup!
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[Get it? Like "sleeping with the fishes"? He smiles a little.]
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That's what she deserves, Sunny. People who willingly betray the organization once cannot be trusted!
[He points a celery stalk in Sunny's direction before flipping it back and taking a bite out of it.]
Oh, ew. People do really eat this raw like this?
we can probably wrap soonish and start something new? c:
With peanut butter.
I will hit you in the videogame world. At least that is SOMETHING Kel is familiar with.
I mean, I know some people eat pretty gross stuff but. Yikes? I mean, no offense if you like it, but... definitely passing on that.
Now, let's finish the soup and let's get started with the television trash, huh? Popcorns, salted. Junk food, in the bag. Dinner, cooking!
Man, movies with my best bud, feels like a dream in a place like this.