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

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.

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[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.

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.

[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.]

[Glowing eyes, massive ears -- but his nose is perfectly normal, and he puts it to use thoughtfully. He might be an obvious warrior, with armor and huge weapons and whatnot, but damned if he hadn't spent more than enough time among the master cooks of Pandaria to pick out the individual scents of vegetables and fish all blending together in the air.]

This place has a criminal lack of proper spices, but we might even get lucky and remedy that in time. Not to mention a lack of a flour substitute... But we can get by. All the better when several of us have these skills! I'm glad to meet someone else here with a handle on cooking.

[To be fair, Guzma has already seen far stranger in this place - the talking skeleton that tells awful jokes is among them, and then there's a giant spider-lady, too. Oh, and a talking mouse, can't forget that. Then again, his own pokemon are pretty bizarre-looking to an outsider, but that's something else entirely.

Though a cook is not what Guzma would have pegged this big guy as. He's definitely not one either - this is probably his most complex dish he's made in his entire life - but he and the kid needed to eat and to use up their foodstuffs before it spoiled.]

Tch, ain't that the truth. What I wouldn't give for a bit'a salt, yo. [Salt and pepper, though salt is far more of a rarity and a necessity. He could make some seasalt, considering the ocean is, uh...abundant in salt, but Guzma doesn't want to use up his containers just yet. Another thing to ask the rabbit for - vials for salt - or just a spice set, hell.] Mm...n'flour, yeah. Never thought I'd miss a bite'a bread 'fore, but dang...

[A pause, and Guzma raises a brow slowly, crossing his arms over his chest.] Bro, I ain't a cook, I just know how to put things together on a plate and make sure it don't burn. If'n I wanna eat, I figure out how to feed myself, but I ain't no pro. ...Mm, not that I don't wanna learn, considering the brat can't even boil water without catching herself on fire, but...

[Listen, if he can avoid working too much, he will. And cooking can be a lot of work. This whole meal took his a long time to prepare.]

Oh, really now. [Mar steeples his fingers with a faint clack of metal on metal from his gauntlets, a smile growing on his face.] Well, as it happens, I am not only a Master of the Ways, but a teacher of them as well. So what say we talk a bit of a trade? You allow me access to this fantastic stove of yours, and I'll teach you how to use it to its full effect.

[Guzma leans back a little his eyes narrowing. This guy is odd in his approach - very boisterous, loud, and...in your face. Guzma is much the same, yes, but that's when he's picking fights, not having a normal conversation. He was ready to throw down, eyes snapping to the man's hands and muscles stiffening, before he makes his offer and Guzma balks.]

Huh? [Way to catch him off guard.] Oh, uh...yeah, sure. I guess? But y'all gotta get your own firewood and clean it after y'all use it. I ain't tidying up after you, and chopping no wood for you, man.

M'also gonna need some proper, uh...cookware, eventually. Don't got no pot or nothing.

You'll need to do it for your own lessons, so that's quite fair. And for those lessons, you'll of course be able to borrow my pots.

[Oh yes. They say that when the master is ready, the student will appear. Or something like that, but clearly his chance is here and now, practically custom-made for him!]

[Ohohoholy shit, this is getting better and better. Guzma straightens up and grins widely. Someone to teach him how to actually prepare a good, hearty meal to keep himself and the brat well fed and healthy?! And free(ish) use of cookware? Abso-fucking-lutely is Guzma going to milk this for all it's worth. Until the moron here gets wiser and asks the Story Teller for his own goddamn stove, of course, but Guzma's not going to suggest that - he's not stupid.]

Bro, you got a deal. [He extends his hand, to seal the deal.]

[Maridian, fortunately, is good at handshakes while in armor -- so Guzma need not fear the gauntlet that closes around his hand.] Excellent! I look forward to training you in the Ways.

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