unknownseas | WEEK 7

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round 2,
week 7

WEEK 7

Good morning, passengers. Happy Sunday. Happy New Year.

Another week, another three gone in the case alone, not to mention Chloe earlier in the week. Even as you gain access to another floor, the ship by now must be starting to feel more empty than ever. It's been a long time by now, approaching two months.

Where do you think you'll be, in two months more time?

The clouds have begun to gather around the ship, this week.

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[ ooc: Welcome to week 7, everyone! Remember to turn in AC here and coins for regains over here! If you wish to get in contact with the npcs, Davy Jones is over here, and The Captain is over here! And as requested, profiles are accessible here. ]

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Flayn does her best here. She really does! And maybe the smell of cinnamon in the pan doesn't quite make itself super obvious. But she's very adamant about making sure the chicken gets cooked through completely before going into the soup? And it's.

Well, the good news is that it is cooked 100% all the way through.

The bad news is that it's as dry and tough as old leather boots.

But she puts it in anyway because keeping it from being raw was her top priority, and once it's in, she pops a lid on the pot and sags with relief.]

There...!

[The state of the chicken doesn't go unnoticed. Along the way Filbo had stared at the cooking chicken, wondering if maybe, just maybe he should tell her that's enough. Flayn, the chicken, it's drying up, it looks--well it's not burning but still, it, uh...

...

...maybe the chicken isn't the important part of a chicken and veggies soup.]

W-Well, the good news is that we're not getting sick with chicken, the bad news is that it, uh, it may have gone a bit overboard with the cooking? Just a bit. For future reference.

[Oh well. Too late to get that fixed, he figures it's not going to be too noticeable among the rest of the soup. Hah! As if]

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Is it not important to ensure it is fully cooked?

It is! But, uh, usually it doesn't end being so...dry-looking? [How to explain it without going into the small details...cooking is partly instinct, it's hard to explain sometimes] Cooking has a lot of trying not to overdo things. Like you don't wanna do too little but also not too much either. There's a point where meat, uh, is--is cooked but also soft and juicy?

[He probably doesn't know what that point is, really, but hey, he knows it must exist!]

[

Oh.

Oops.]

Ah, um, well! Surely it will regain some juciness if it is in the broth for a significant amount of time. It...it will work out!

D-Don't keep the soup on the fire for a significant amount of time, that's not gonna be of help at all.

[Hmmmm...]

But maybe you're not wrong about it regaining some juciness? You never know for sure! Just--don't leave the soup cooking for too long, I'm pretty sure that's not good for it.

I shall not - we simply need to be sure the vegetables are cooked through, yes?

[Which might take some time since the carrots are so uneven...]

Exactly! That will be, uh...well I'm not sure how long it'll be, but I'm sure we can figure out along the way.

[He hopes so, at least -- he did see the carrots were rather uneven. That's going to make it harder to hit the right spot. Still, at some point Filbo does suggest to take the pot off the oven, judging perhaps it had been the right amount of time.

It almost was. The most uneven pieces -- the larger ones, especially -- aren't thoroughly cooked, and the smaller ones are pretty much mush by now, but at least most of the carrot is fine...to some extent. Better this than how it may have been if the pot had been left on the fire for longer, at least]

[This is true! And an undercooked carrot can't hurt you, nor can an overcooked one. The peas, though...are probably lost. Very mushy. But hey, Flayn tried.]

Now we ought to both have some! Let me get some bowls...

[Flayn comes back with two modest-sized bowls and two spoons, and a ladle, and starts portioning out the soup. What, you thought you'd be alone in having to eat it, Filbo?]

[Uf, good luck, Flayn. It may not be an abysmal soup but it's not a good one either]

Wanna me to try it before you do, or at the same time, or...?

[Filbo knows she's rather nervous about it, so he thought he should at least offer to try it before she does so she knows what to expect, hah]

Let's do it at the same time!

[Then if Filbo suffers, she suffers with him!]

[Pffft god. Alright, let's go! Time to enjoy a soup! Filbo takes a gooood spoonful of the soup with enthusiasm!

...

...hm]

...I dunno where this went wrong...

[The taste is...not what he expected. It's strange. Not horrible but also not really what this soup should taste like. Also, didn't this have peas, where are the peas, did they disintegrate, he wonders. Taking another spoonful with chicken he finds out the protein really is drier than he expected it'd be, and it already looked plenty dry. What's the taste on the chicken, seriously, what...]

...maybe...it was the fancy butter.

[So he guesses, it's what came to mind, hah. Taking another spoonful, Filbo shrugs]

It's not perfect, but it's edible! I actually think I can finish the bowl. The taste is not really...great? I-It's kinda a surprise, but even though it's not really what the soup should be aiming for it's not awful. But...improvement is needed. In some ways. Nothing practice can't fix.

[Oh, more chicken pieces]

...w-well, the chicken really got way too dry, that's--that's hard to chew. Lesson learned, anyway?

[Looks like Filbo really does feel like he can finish the soup, so that's a minor success of some sort -- the bare minimum]

[Three, two, one-

Oh.

Flayn sputters with her spoonful, not spitting it out, but. Oh my gosh. The cinnamon has done something unusual to the entire concoction, which would have been fine on it's own, maybe a little bland! But this is...too much. She manages to swallow it down and presses a hand to her chest, trying not to cough.]

Oh - oh, no, please do not force yourself - that is - truly awful...!

[Filbo leaves his soup aside, concerned when Flayn looks like she's going to choke if she takes more. Oh dear, oh no -- maybe humans have a higher standard when it's about food -- or maybe yours just is way too low, Filbo, consider that, really]

I-I'm not forcing myself! I just--it's not really as bad as other stuff I have needed to eat in the past! Are you okay? Are you--need water?

[She shakes her head, clearing her throat a few times...oh, this was so bad. So bad!]

I am so sorry, I - I have to admit something, I spilled cinnamon into the chicken while I was seasoning it! I tried to get out as much of it as possible, but obviously there was still too much...!

You...uh...w-well that explains a lot...

[No wonder everything tasted off, even before trying the chicken! Just how much cinnamon was that? To make the entire soup feel off for even someone as tolerant as Filbo...]

Y-Yeah, cinnamon and chicken don't really mix, I think. I just...

[He takes his bowl and goes for the fifth spoonful. Well, having more and more isn't making it any better, this is not an acquired taste. Still edible to him, but not something he'd ask more of]

...I hope not having done a good soup right away isn't gonna make you feel too bad. Nobody is great at something without effort...

[Even though he means it, he doesn't sound as enthusiastic as he should -- mostly because it's hard to make it sound sincere when it made someone cough and refuse to try more of it, goodness]

[She sighs. Filbo, honey, love yourself please. Stop eating it.]

Actually? If this is the worst that could happen, and you are still okay with having another spoonful? It is likely the best I could have done.

[But she was hoping so hard for it to be better than this!]

...g-good? Well done? The--The improvement?

[He stirs the soup in his bowl, but really isn't going for another spoonful. He absolutely would finish his bowl, but after seeing Flayn's reaction...may as well do it in private. Flayn cooked it because she wanted him to try her cooking, he'd feel so bad not finishing it -- after all it's not great in the slightest, goodness, but it's not poisonous...he's sure of it]

...trust me, it's not easy to cook something good. I mean, when I started learning I'm pretty sure I gave myself food poisoning once or twice before I stopped making mistakes. Look at me, I'm an adult living by myself and I only can cook just enough to survive.

[Which is enough for him, really. As long as he's not eating overcooked or undercooked stuff he's fine]

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[No, thankfully she has never killed anyone with her cooking. It's just greatly avoided - and this is probably the most potable her attempts have ever been.]

...I suppose so? [She still seems fairly disheartened by the effort.] But surely no one would turn down your cooking, would they?

I wouldn't know. I haven't really cooked for anyone except myself, so if someone asks me to make something for them it probably would be because there literally was nothing better.

Then - Filbo, I would like to try some of your cooking! It is only fair, is it not?

W-What? Me? Really?

[...he should have seen that coming. He probably really should have]

I-I mean, if you really are sure about that I guess I could--what would you want?

Whatever you feel like making! What sort of food would you cook for yourself?

[Because it's bound to be much better than this fucking soup]

Uh, pasta. I-I tend to eat a lot of pasta, actually.

[It'd make sense, probably. Easy enough for someone aware of his lack of skill such as Filbo to make without fearing he'll screw up horribly, but also simple enough to allow for all sorts of changes to it if he feels like it. I figure it kind of fits, hah]

Then I would like to try some of your special pasta.

[Filbo let's be real you could make her spaghetti with peas and butter and she'll be thrilled.]

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