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ossifragant) wrote2010-04-07 07:28 pm
ossifragant) wrote2010-04-07 07:28 pmIC Contact
It's Greed.
Say whatever you need to say. If I feel like it, I'll answer.
Say whatever you need to say. If I feel like it, I'll answer.
ossifragant) wrote2010-04-07 07:28 pm
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Okay. Like this?
[As all over the place as he can be, Greed is a pretty good listener. He follows directions well when he wants to, and this is almost certainly a case of him wanting to follow directions.
Greed might not have done much in the way of fancy cooking, but he's careful to make sure the bread doesn't get soggy.]
This sure beats lunch meat sandwiches.
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[Now armed with a handful of roughly-cut cheese slices, she leans over and plops them down on the unbuttered side of one slice, then slaps the other slice on top of that one.]
It'll blow lunchmeat sandwiches outta the park.
Now slap that sucker down in the pan and listen to it sizzle.
it would help if I remembered opening tabs
He still has no idea how to handle the small things like this, but cooking meals like this is something Greed can get used to.]
Next summer, I'm going to hold a barbecue. Might be fun.
[And slap the sandwich onto the pan he does. Greed can tell that this is going to be a delicious lunch.]
sobs I do that all the time
[She drops the lid onto the pan to help the cheese melt, then dusts off her hands.]
Heck, you could even barbecue on the beach if we wind up doing another beach party next year. Help save France some of the work.
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[France's cooking is much too fancy for Greed anyway. Being able to put his own touches on things would definitely help him, even if it's not much.]
I hope we do that party again.
[By then, Greed will have been here for over a year and that's... well, it's impressive given most people only stay here for a few months.]
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[And just at the right time, too. It had been so easy to drop off the face of the planet when her father had left. To just melt into the scenery, like she'd done back home after losing him.]
[Making herself put on a damn swimsuit and go hit a bunch of grown-ass adults with pool noodles and fight with Henry over an ugly Lapras floatie had wound up being just what the doctor ordered.]
--okay, so we wanna keep an eye on the sandwich 'cause it can burn quick, so--
[She lifts the lid and reaches for a spatula to flip the sandwich over-- a perfect golden-brown. YUM.]
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[That day had been the start of growing proof that Greed and Envy were brothers once more. He still doesn't know what to do with that knowledge, it's still something he can't quite bring himself to ask the other Homunculus, but it's very much true.]
This sandwich looks great.
[If he lives here long enough, he'll probably find it funny that he ever was impressed with such simple things, but Greed hasn't found daily things most people take for granted old yet.
Maybe he never will.]
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... Well, maybe not for that dude with the Scar. I'm not actually sure he knows how to have fun.
But for everybody else? Hell yeah.
[She prods the sandwich with the spatula.]
A good grilled cheese is pretty much a work of art. Get a bowl of soup to dip it in and it becomes the comfort food of crappy rainy days everywhere.
[... HEY LOOK, IT'S DONE. She scoops it out onto the plate and presents it to Greed with a flourish, and her best France impression.]
Bon appetit!
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[Greed doesn't mind Scar, but the two men couldn't be more different from each other. Maybe he'll come around eventually, especially because Scar is going to have to, considering this is Greed's house, but..
well, Greed does consider himself an easygoing guy.
That all being said, he's a little too interested in the sandwich to think too much about how bad Scar is at having fun.
He takes one bite of it before he grins broadly.]
Damn, Heather. This is good.
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Told ya, didn't I?
[With that, she grabs the loaf and starts to cut more pieces. She's gonna have one for herself too.]
Quick, easy, and totally freakin' delicious. I pretty much lived offa these when I was a kid.
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[Of course Johto comfort food would probably be different from what Heather has been showing him-- at least he thinks so. Greed can't know for certain. And every recipe in the book is bound to have a horrible pun name, but you know what?
Greed's remarkably okay with that.]
I need to start learning to cook more as it is.
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Wouldn't be a bad idea!
[... DING. Christmas gift idea.]
[... And she'll just take a moment to inwardly snicker at the thought of Greed with his shades and stupid leather jacket opening a pretty wrapped box and finding a cookbook inside.]
[Yep. It's decided. This is happening.]
I'm no professional. Me and my dad tended to go for a lot of takeout. But the simple stuff, I like to think I'm pretty damn good at.
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He barely knows how to work the microwave.
This will be hilarious.]
Yeah? Takeout's nice. That's something I can get a handle on, you know. I've probably had takeout from every place possible here in Goldenrod.
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This city's got the best takeout anywhere. 'Cept maybe for Olivine, I guess, but Olivine's smaller, so less variety.
S'kinda part of the Trainer lifestyle to eat a lotta that stuff, to be honest. When you're traveling all over the place, it's easier to grab burgers and noodles on the go than to stop and actually cook.
[Which makes decent home-cooked food a rare and beloved treat. Heather can't remember the last time she had much of any past France's cooking at the bonfire... god, had it really been that one Thanksgiving at the farm in Saffron?]
[It's sad to think back that far. Almost all those people are gone now...]
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When you're a Trainer, you're expected to be constantly on the move, huh? That's an advantage to being a Breeder, I suppose. You don't need to move around so much.
...even if I've never done what I'm supposed to do here.
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I mean, nobody, like, sends the Jennies after you or something if you decide to settle down, but it's definitely considered a little bit odd. Travel is big, to these people.
[Pulling her sandwich out of the pan, she slaps it down on another plate and waits for it to cool a bit. Nothing's worse than scalding the roof of your mouth on hot cheese.]
I won't lie, I kinda like livin' on the road. I never did have a real long-term home, even where I came from.
But s'nice to rest, too.
... Thank you, by the way.
For lettin' me and Henry stay here like this.
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[It's in the past now. Greed's had a home for months.]
No problem, Heather. You're Envy's family. It wouldn't be kind of me to just leave the two of you behind when there's enough space for everyone.
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I never really had one either. [Home had been where her father was. And sometimes not even that. Harry Mason was the best father anyone could ask for, but not even he could stop that life of paranoia and secrecy from being awfully lonely for a teenage girl.]
[One side of her mouth quirks up a little bit, though. Envy's family. It's the first time anybody's really said that out loud, but she supposes it's true. Envy had joined the sprawling, tangled web of friends-turned-family in Heather's life quite some time ago even if they've never acknowledged it verbally.]
... Heh, well... still. We appreciate it a lot.
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Yeah. I know.