:// makin' bacon pancakes, that's what we're gonna make

[holdmyhand]

Who: Luna, Guzma, and whoever wants to stop by Islet 2!
What: THERE IS SOME COOKING GOING ON AND IT PROBABLY IS DELICIOUS
When: Around the 21st of September!
Where: ISLET 2, THE ONLY ISLET WITH A WOOD STOVE
Warnings: DELICIOUS FOOD AHEAD, PLEASE USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION

If you happen to be in the area of the second Islet, where a make-shift hut has become the home of two local pokemon trainers, you may find yourself smelling something amazing. Well, amazing if you enjoy fish. With their new wood-burning stove, Luna and Guzma's cooking game has upped itself tremendously. Rather, Guzma's cooking game has upped itself. Luna has gained a rank in firestarting and firekeeping. It's amazing, living together with a guy like Guzma-- mainly because Luna would never have thought it could happen. But here he is, standing around and cooking fish like he's been doing it for years...probably. Not that Luna knows. Guzma's a pretty outstanding mystery to her in the first place. Weird, kind of spooky. Pretty negative. But everyone knows him, so he's not shy. His pokemon adore him, so he can't be all bad.

It doesn't stop both her pups from being on high guard. Luna'd be lying if she said that there weren't times she was on guard herself-- but having someone who knows where you come from is something that she's decided to not take for granted. Someone with enough knowledge and history to ground her and remind her that home exists...

....somewhere.

Islet #2's hut is...pretty organized, but definitely split into two sides. With the addition of the wood burning stove, the two have tried to insulate their abode with a large tarp, though they still lack a proper roof. There are two strangely hung hammocks on opposite sides-- one of them has a very impressive looking tigershark-skin blanket draped across it invitingly. They seem to be hung by an insect's silken threads, and are very secured to what little they could be fastened to on the worn-down parts of the hut.

On a side of the hut, seashells hang of all types and sizes. They're pretty to look at. There's a small pile of them on the floor, along with a bag that says 'L U N A' in worn letters. There's fur on it-- perhaps someone sleeps here?

For now, this temporary home is fine.

Comments

Guzma || OTA

[yallstupid]

[It takes a long time to prepare food like this, and Guzma's sure he's doing it wrong - or, well, sloppily - but hey, he's not here to win Gordon Ramsay's approval, he's here to put their new wood stove to good use and make something a little more presentable than just fish skewers and roasted meats.

Oh no, he's got plans for an actual dish, and has diced up some veggies with his knife (potatoes, carrots, and an onion) and laid them on a bed of palm leaves. Next, there's the fish to be roasted. They're pretty small, but he managed a good enough haul...so it should keep them fed with enough for maybe thirds. I-If he sanctions his own serving, considering his appetite is far larger than Luna's.

The fish are splashes with a teensy bit of coconut water, then all individually wrapped, almost like mummies, in palm fronds and set on a larger leaf. He dumps the veggies on the wrapped fish, secures the leaves to make sure they won't fall apart or spill (or burn), then shoves the bundle in with a long stick. It'll take a while for that all to cook, but it does indeed smell heavenly, and he's s got a rather pleased look on his face as he wipes his face free of sweat from the heat of the fire.

While the fish cook, Guzma sits near the fire and sharpens his knife on a stone - he really can't afford for it to dull before he can request more supplies...or if Luna does. He'll have to sort of coordinate with her on what sort of thing they need, and what to ask for next. It's...odd, living with the brat. He never expected it, but she's not as bad as he expected. Still obnoxious, and he's always ready to sneer or stick out his tongue at her overly paranoid pokemon, but thus far it's been...well.

It's been nice.]

Shouldn't be long...dang but I'm starving after all that. [IT WAS A LOT OF WORK. But the end result looks pretty damn good, if he can brag a little. (And it tastes good, too)]

[seesbosscrotch]

[Maybe the beaches of the islets aren't the best place to ride a horse -- but this doesn't stop Maridian, who urges his heavily-armored mount up onto the sands of the islet from its trot across the water in between.]

[Speed is of the essence. He is an elf on a mission.]

[Hopping off the charger the way a person in heavy plate mail shouldn't be able to, he catches the reins to walk a little closer. And yes -- he'd seen right.]

You've got a stove!

[The delight in his voice is blatant and pure.]

[yallstupid]

[Is that a--...wait, no, what the absolute fuck - he can't even discern what it is, to be honest. Some kinda super beefed up Mudsdale? Definitely not a Rapidash or Ponyta, but what else is there? Ugh, he hates not knowing all these weirdo animals. Either way, it's something and it's coming in hot.

With flecks of food still on his face from tasting it to see if it cooked all the way through, Guzma nearly chokes as he sits bolt upright and stands in front of his stove. Bro, if you knock it over or break it, he will gut both you and your damn pony. He just got the damn thing this morning. Breathing a sigh of relief when the metal idiot slows down, he grinds his teeth. Fucker nearly gave him a heart attack.]

Congratulations, y'all's eyes work.

[seesbosscrotch]

Oh yes, very well, thanks. I know it might be difficult to recognize since they're all aglow with the light of magic within me and all. [He waves a hand at them idly, apparently taking the statement completely at face value.] But I can see perfectly fine! And as a fellow cook, I would be very grateful to know where you said stove.

Nice work on the fish, by the way, I must say.

[yallstupid]

[Oh hey, uh...that is a thing, isn't it? Now that the idiot's so close, Guzma actually gets a chance to look and does a minor double-take. Freak as all get out, but hey...he's seen weirder.]

Where I got it? Cottontail gave it to me as a reward for giving him those stories he wants. [Honestly, do you chuckleheads not think to ask for these things? Whatever, not his goddamn problem, but don't think he'll let you use his stove anytime...for free, anyway.] Thanks...m'hoping they taste alright. Ain't used to cooking for myself - haven't done it in a while, I mean.

[He can, and this is by far the most 'elegant' meal he's made, and it's noting to blow a whistle at, but...it's tasty. And better than roasting them on a stick.]

[souris_keteer]

[Sudden BURST OF APPLAUSE. Because as always, Mickey is more than ready to jump into the praise game.]

Wow, Guzma! That looks - and smells - absolutely amazing! Way to go!

[yallstupid]

[Guzma looks over his shoulder as he's tugging out the bundle. With no oven mitts or cloth to guard his hands (because the Storyteller is a cheapskate), he's had to use his own poor, weathered hoodie and a long stick to tug it out from the heat.]

Heh, you want some? S'gotta cool off a bit first, though. [He's turned back to the stove, trying to get a good handle on that bundle without burning his hands too much to check the contents and see if they look okay. Satisfied, he folds his hoodie over his hands and pulls out the leafy bundle to set it down on the ground.] I sure as heck am hoping it tastes as good as it smells.

[Considering the work he put into it.]

[souris_keteer]

Oh boy, can I really?

[HE'S SO EXCITED, HE JUST CAN'T FIGHT IT]

Thanks so much, Guzma! I had no idea you were such an amazing chef!

[yallstupid]

[Guzma waves his hands - dude, of course, dig right in! He's going to have to use his hands, since Guzma doesn't have a spare set of utensils (though he has toyed with the idea of carving chopsticks with his knife one day), but really? The Skull boss here doesn't exactly have the best set of table-manners either, he won't judge.]

Mm...m'really not. Just sorta tossed in a bunch'a veggies we had lying 'round, and the fish me'n Golisopod caught earlier...and a bit'a coconut water to sweeten. [He shrugs, so unused to this sort of praise.] I don't cook much if I can help it - ain't something I do, but I gotta eat, and having plain ol' skewers and stuff wasn't cutting it no more.

M'just hoping t'get more stuff that'll work well in this thing. [Some actual meat instead of fish. A pot-roast recipe or stew would be excellent... Or, hell, some bread to go with fried or scrambled eggs, if someone's found wheat or rice.] And a pot, too.

[scourgingstars]

My, you've quite a skill with cooking. [he heard the sounds of people having fun and decided to be annoying] A valuable one to have, in a place such as this.

[yallstupid]

Hm? [Guzma looks up, the knife he was sharpening making a dull scraping sound against the rock. Ah, it's this guy again; he shrugs and looks to the food cooking, pocking his knife to check the contents. It's only been a few minutes, and it'll take a while longer than that, but may as well make sure the leaves aren't burning so the flavors can mingle together.]

Nah, not really - just had stuff I needed to use up. Smells good, so I'm sure to heck hoping it comes out alright. [It took a pretty damn long time to prepare, so he's really hoping so.] S'gonna need some salt'n pepper for sure, but I ain't got them goodies, but what you gonna do?

[Hopefully the onion gives it a bit of that crisp, salty-sweet taste to flavor.] Y'all is welcome to stick around to try it when it's done.

[What he means is: he needs a guinea pig.]

[scourgingstars]

I'm truly flattered by your offer, but I'm not particularly hungry. I only came over to see what was going on, that's all.

[He shrugged, glancing over the fire with slight interest.]

[yallstupid]

[Guzma raises a brow. Okay then, weirdo, but don't expect him to offer again...or let you use his stove for free (which is what he's assuming all that eyeballing is for). If he had the actual damn sense to wish for one, that's his prerogative. Y'all can get your own.]

Suit yourself, homie. [He's not going to make you stay.]

[catpiper]

[It doesn't matter, for one second, that this raccoon child has a constant source of food coming from two elves or that her bag is currently overloaded with candy. Food can become scarce quick and even she has enough foresight to try and find out where potential sources might be. It could help the people she's staying with. It could help Seto one day.

So while she initially came to the islets for a fun afternoon of house defacement, the smell catches her attention instead and she wanders over to the source, just kind of watching him like a spooky ghost girl. Where did he find food like that?]

[yallstupid]

[There is certainly the inkling feeling of being watched, and Guzma scowls at first before he turns around and stops, his face changing into a quiet shock. Oh, it's that kid from a while back, uh...did he ever get her name? Probably, but his memory's never been too great - names tend to escape him if he doesn't actively commit them to memory. At the very least, he does remember this kid is pretty timid, so he waves her over gently.]

Yo, sweetheart, you hungry? There's more'n enough for me and the br--uh...I-I mean, Luna. Me'n Luna. [Probably not a good idea to call the younger pokemon trainer 'brat' in front of another kid.] C'mere, it actually turned out pretty good. Just careful of the bones, yeah?

[Even if she doesn't right away, he sets down a palm leaf on the ground and sets one of the baked fishies and a hearty helping of those cooked veggies beside it. She'll have to eat with her hands, since he doesn't have spare utensils, but he could really care less about tablemanners (since he barely has any himself).]

[catpiper]

[Didn't anyone ever teach him not to feed stray animals? Because they'll just come back for more. Therein lies the problem with the offered food because her new home defacement plans now include his shared home, unfortunately. There's no better way to mark safe areas. It's chalk or nothing.

The polite, normal thing to say in this situation would be 'thank you' and then eat, but she only does the latter. She kneels down to the ground, picking small pieces of the fish to taste and taking little bites of the vegetables. It's good. Tasty to the point where she wants to savor every bite and keep it for the days when food doesn't come quite so easily. It's hard to resist eating the entirety of it and the only thought that stops her is knowing the instant gratification won't be worth it. Hunger pains aren't as commonplace anymore and she can afford to hold onto this meal awhile longer.

And, whelp. Back down it goes. She grabs the edge of the leaf, folding it around the food and goes to shove the whole meal into her bag. Preservatives? Who needs them. Rotten fish and old veggies will make you strong!!]

Are you a cooking wizard too? Do you like doing this kind of thing?

[yallstupid]

[WHOA THERE, CHILDE.

Guzma nearly trips over himself when he sees her about to stuff the meal he worked so hard to make into her pack with...god only knows what else, probably ruining it entirely. Kid, come on, food is scarce, and wasting it like that is doing no one any good. He waves his hands a little, trying to stop her before it's too late and the damage is done.]

Wh-Whoa--yo, hey!! D-Don't stuff it in here like that, you'll ruin it! C'mon, kid, I worked real hard to make that, I want y'all to actually eat it! If y'don't like it, just give it back... [Or say so?! Lord, he won't take offense or anything, Guzma's no where near the level of an actual cook, he just sort of did whatever and it miraculously worked to come out pretty good.] I ain't no wizard, sweetheart, I just kinda tossed what we had together and baked it. That don't mean I didn't put a lotta effort into making sure it didn't burn, though...

[Look, he may be sulking a little bit. KID, IT TOOK HIM A LONG ASS TIME TO MAKE AND HE'S PROUD IT CAME OUT TASTY, DON'T WASTE HIS HARD WORK. :C]

[chummer]

[ He's been sated by tiger shark himself, but can't deny the smell of something cooking is always a lure. In this case, it's only because it's coming from an islet and he didn't think anyone would build a fire so close to their shelter. (The concept of a 'stove' is not one he's familiar with just yet.) ]

You ruined it, [ says Finley to the meal. Perhaps a shot to the other man's pride but the shark can't help the face he pulls at looking at the meal. ]

Why do you landers keep making everything worse by cooking it with plants.

[yallstupid]

[Guzma was just about to dig in, the meal finally having cooled off just enough to eat, but he looks up right as he was putting a bite into his mouth from the point of his knife. Raising a brow, he pops the morsel into his mouth and talks between bites - because what are table-manners.]

S'not for you anyway, homie, so why the heck do y'all even care? [He swallows, spearing a roasted potato, blowing on it to cool, then shoving that into his mouth as well.] Tastes fine t'me, and that's all that I care 'bout.

[Still needs a bit of salt and pepper, though...ah well. Maybe he'll ask the rabbit for a set of spices another time.]

[chummer]

[ Finley doesn't fucking know, so. He's completely unbothered by the other boy's lack of eating etiquette. If anything, he just looks continuously offended that anyone can eat food this way. ]

Sure, if you want to eat garbage.

[yallstupid]

[Very slowly does Guzma cut out another piece for himself, shoving it all too happily into his mouth. With each movement, he keeps his eyes dead set on the loud-mouthed imbecile in front of him. Did he really just come here to complain about food he's not eating? Doesn't he have anything better to do? Like...finding food for himself that he can eat? Instead of standing around on Guzma's back lawn and whining about how the man cooks his own food. He's really not in the mood for stupidity today - it's too soon after that dumb dreamscape that he nearly landed a fight in. He's still itching to brawl.]

Y'know, homeboy...there's Po--critters where I'm from called Grimer what eat trash all day...and ain't no other kinda critter go 'round judging 'em for it. Must be they have bigger problems, yeah?

[So catch a hint, jackass.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Traveling across the shaky bridges that connect the islets is probably the last thing that Ignis should be doing considering his lack of vision, but very few things can stop a determined and curious man when he sets his mind to something. The moment the smell of woodsmoke and cooking food hit his nose, Ignis became that very curious and determined man. He and the guys have talked about putting together some kind of fire pit for him to cook in, but it seems someone is several steps ahead of them in that regard.

It takes him a while to make it to the source of the smell moving blindly over unfamiliar ground, but it'll be worth it if he gets the chance to talk with another cook and maybe even try some food that he hasn't had to make himself.]

Working hard to create a good meal makes it taste better, or so I have been told by my charge more than once when he is trying to wiggle his way out of helping me.

[An amused smile crosses Ignis' face.]

Greetings. I hope I'm not intruding. I just caught a whiff of your cooking and figured it was a good time to say hello.

[yallstupid]

[Guzma was actually just about to check his handiwork again, tugging out the bundle from the fire with his stick and using his other arm (wrapped up with his hoodie to keep from burning himself), before he hears a voice calling out to him. He turns quickly to see who it is, then peels back a part of the leafy covering to check the contents. Hm, maybe another few minutes, then it should be perfect, though that smell makes his stomach growl.

Back into the stove it goes, and Guzma whistles and wipes his forehead with an arm. Whoo, that's hot...]

Heh, sounds like y'all do a lotta work yourself. [Guzma shrugs, not having clued in just yet that this man couldn't actually see (he has sunglasses too, actually, but more for aesthetic).] 'Fraid I can't trust the lil tot t'do anything here to held me, other'n gather a few logs for the fire and some palm leaves.

[AND SHE COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT.] Yo, that makes it sound like you want a bite... Tch, shoulda figured as much, now that I got a stove, I'm gonna be Mr. Popular, yeah? But I do need someone unbiased to test it out; take a seat, bro, still gonna be a little longer.

[He waves the man over - again, not knowing he can't see - and indicates a spot her could sit where it's not as grassy or dirty. He'll put up a few logs or so another time.]

[shatteredlenses]

Being a cook myself has drawn many to me, so I'm afraid I can't argue your point, however, while I wouldn't mind a meal I didn't have to cook myself for once, I won't trouble you if you have others who need the food instead. I'm sure someone else can give that unbiased opinion just as easily as I can.

[Oddly enough, though Ignis reacts to all the talking and other sounds around him, he makes no effort to move to the offered seating. Why, it's almost like he can't see the gesture or something, and therefore has no idea where to move to.

When he speaks again, he tilts his head curiously, the angle making it just a little easier to see the horrible scarring around his left eye--scarring extensive enough his sunglasses can't cover it all.]

There are several children on the island. Do you mind if I ask which one has fallen into your care?

[None of those he's run into have made their way to his little islet so far, so Ignis can't help but wonder if they have found others to keep an eye on them. He certainly hopes so. More than anything, he wants them to be safe and comfortable here.]

[yallstupid]

Heh, nah, bro, there's 'nuff here for at least two servings for me'n the kid. Help yourself once it's done, man.

[Guzma definitely caught that, and he raises a brow rather quizzically with a tilt of his head. Did he...not catch that? I mean, there's personal space and all, Guzma gets it, but he can't help but be a little weirded out. Sure he looks pretty gruff and not very friendly - especially after the fiasco at Storytime - but he's being nothing but hospitable here! Besides, he doesn't recall this guy's face in the crowd that time, so...maybe his poor reputation didn't reach that far.

Or maybe someone else told him? Who the hell knows, though it wouldn't stun him. Guzma opens his mouth to make a comment, then stops himself when he's posed a question. Huh, seems odd that the brat wouldn't have catapulted herself at everyone - she's definitely the type to get all up in people's business. He knows from firsthand experience.]

Uh, name's Luna - tiny kid...black hair about her shoulders, though it's growing out a little, hat like a Torchic, red and poofy on top...excitable with a big mouth what never shuts up. Always up in your business to the point you wanna toss 'er into the sea.

[That Luna.]