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Who: Starring Peony and Florian, with appearances from Jade, Nephry, Ion, Tear, and Luke.
What: Fun cooking times.
When: Backdated to July 19th.
Where: House One.
Summary: Peony decides to cook. Florian helps.
Rating: Everyone.

action for Florian;
[Rather unexpectedly, today Peony finds himself up before anyone in house one. Now, sure, yesterday was exhausting, being his arrival and all, and he had gone to bed before most in the house, but it was still surprising to wake up early on his own. After all, he was the type of guy who usually slept until mid-morning or early afternoon if he was left alone. But it's not a real big deal either, so he tacks it up to jet lag and thinks for something to do.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to think very long. And as quietly as possible so as to not wake anyone, he heads to the kitchen to get started on what fun he's thought of. His mission there is to teach himself to cook to surprise everyone with something to eat. You know, to do his share around the place, not get bored.

To start, he gathers everything almost remotely edible onto the table and thoughtfully considers what to make. Hmmmmm... there's eggs, milk, and some of those other ingredients that look right for the job. Maybe pancakes?

Hm. Yeah. Pancakes, it is! Confident with his choice, he starts by cracking the eggs into a bowl, not really expecting anyone to appear anytime soon.]

action for the rest of the household;
[After Florian joins in the fun, it seems the two of them have gotten more and more creative with cooking. Besides the floury mess here or there and the faint smell of burnt food, the table in the kitchen is nearly half covered with various breakfast dishes from pancakes to egg waffle sandwiches with some weird element about them or another. It's all well-meaning and in good fun, though. And there's no sign of them stopping anytime soon either.

Good morning.]

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[Ion's a rather late sleeper, particularly given that even now, his body is still recovering after being sick for so long before. It's only been a month since he started walking again, after all! So he's probably one of the last to witness the disaster zone that is the kitchen.]

[...what even happened here?]

Your majesty...?

[Ion may be one of the last to witness the disaster, but Peony is still going to act like everything's fine and dandy. He greets Ion with wide arms, gesturing to all the food on the table.]

Fon Master! Good morning; would you like something to eat?

Well, I suppose I am a bit hungry... did you make all this yourself?

[Some of it looks questionable.]

Not to worry. Florian was kind enough to help, so I didn't break a sweat. Thanks for your concern, though.

[Speaking of Florian, that child is probably floating around somewhere in the background. Can you spot him Ion?

Anyway, Peony is going to wave in a sort of insistent gesture towards a chair.] Please. Sit down, sit down.

[Florian is indeed floating around in the background! Chowing down on some dubiously lumpy waffles, to be exact. He waves his fork at Ion in greeting.]

[Florian helped...]

[...]

[Florian, he loves you like a brother, but this does nothing to ease his apprehension. But... maybe it all tastes better than it looks? He nods and takes a seat, looking out over the table.]

Hmm... is there anything you would recommend? There seems to be a lot to choose from here.

[That's because some of it does and some of it doesn't taste better than it looks, Ion. But considering that he has already had other people taste test for him (himself included), Peony will reach over the table to grab three of the best reviewed plates (so to speak) for the greenette to choose from. He will also place the syrup close by because it helps.]

Then, I'll recommend one of these three delights. The critics have thus far rated them the highest.

[Hmmm. Well, at least one of these seems to be fairly normal looking -- some sort of egg sandwich, maybe? With pancakes instead of bread... he'll have to pass on the syrup, given how sweet it already appears to be. Dubiously prepared food aside, his stomach was still rather weak these days, and he'd hate to offend either of them by getting sick!]

I think I'll give this one a try, then. [And so he picks it up and takes a bite!]

[......]

[The flavor combination was an odd victory for sure, but the execution could certainly use work. That sure was a mouthful of eggshells he just took.]

It... has a rather interesting crunch to it?

[...]

[Yikes! That certainly didn't sound healthy at all. And Peony's first reaction is automatically to tense at the first sound of a crunch before relaxing again. Only an honest mistake, right? How could he have known that was were the egg shells went (and besides he could have sworn they were in the blue blueberry pancakes on the other side of the table)... Okay, so playing this cool, he gives an apologetic, sheepish smile.

Just going to direct the Fon Master to the two remaining options.] My apologies. Maybe try one of the others to be on the safe side.

[Oh, is the egg sandwich bad? Is it because it's crunchy? Florian reaches over towards them. Waste-not, want-not, right?]

If you don't want it, I'll eat it.

Oh, please don't apologize. I'm sure it's better than anything I could have-- ah, Florian, you shouldn't eat this. It's not good for you to eat egg shells.

[And saying that just makes him feel bad -- if he doesn't eat it, then Florian will! And he doesn't want Florian eating something with eggshells in it. Especially because he'd be less likely to pick them out.]

...I think I'll see if I can just eat around the shells. It seemed like most of them were in that first bite.

[If he could survive Natalia's cooking, he can survive this! Though that's hardly a good way of putting it when you're talking about breakfast...]

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