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"Told you, told you they're going to make the planet fall apart." The voice follows behind Cassian as he opens the front door of Milliways and grunts. He was looking for the bathroom but he could do with a rest as this is a frustrating mission.

The contact he was hoping to find has found a better place to live and the fact he's a good listener has the local drunk hanging off his arm. In theory, he can learn something on this planet, he can learn something everywhere, at the moment it just seems like he'll have to search for anything more than yes, the Empire strips planet resources.

On his way to the counter, he notices there seem to be bears around, maybe they're new patrons just a new species of bear. As he considers what to order, he heads into the kitchen, he's been traveling long enough that cooking will improve his mood. He gets out the makings for chilaquiles and pours himself a good Alderaan ale to drink while he cooks.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor

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Cecil, certainly not on the run from bears and looking for a solid defensible space to wait out the worst of the invasion, wanders into the kitchen.

"Ooooh, it does smell good in here! You didn't tell me you cooked, Cassian." He calls cheerfully.

The kitchen could be defensible, there are good spots like the pantry. Cassian's in the middle of chopping onions and peppers for the sauce. "It didn't come up. I've been eating some awful food and wanting something better."

"I didn't even know this place existed - is it always open to patrons?" He asks, making himself at home by perching on one of the counters.

"Yes, the rats will sometimes shoo you away if you're in their way but there's space enough to share. You hungry? I always make more than I need."

He passes the container of tortilla chips to Cecil as he starts the sauce cooking.

"Oh, I could definitely eat, thank you." Cecil will pretty much never say no to good food, even if he doesn't recognize the ingredients at all. He supposes those could have been peppers, but they weren't bleeding, which is a little weird. Right?

Soon the sauce is cooking down and Cassian pulls out some eggs. "How spicy do you like your food?"

Cecil grins, cat-like, his eyes lighting up with glee.

"Why, that sounds like a challenge. How spicy can you make it?" He asks in return, sneaking a corn chip into the sauce and stealing a bite.

"Very spicy, this is on the mild end." There's heat but a slow and gentle heat. Cassian starts going to find some of the hotter peppers in the pantry.

"I would be worried about this challenge if this was considered hot." Cecil agrees. "Tasty though, you have talent."

"Thank you, I've found a good sauce can improve the worst of rations." This time he adds a few dried peppers and with gloves one small purple pepper, its a rare find out in the galaxy but in the Milliways' pantries.

Then he stirs it a little more to give the new flavors time to meld before offering another taste. "Now it should have quiet heat and a bite."

Cecil hums thoughtfully as he considers the new taste. There's definitely a warmth there, like a an early morning sunrise.

"Not bad, not bad." He nods, licking a bit of stray sauce off his hand. "Good for a beginner."

"What do you prefer for adding that extra heat?" Cecil clearly knows his heat levels.

"Well, it depends - Scotch Bonnets are nice, but the fruitiness that comes with their heat doesn't go with everything. Ghost peppers are useful when you need that extra punch, oh! And Big Rico's has just started making this new pizza, with Carolina Reapers on it - fantastic, you would love it."

That pizza definitely makes you appreciate your life. Acutely. And also appreciate the beauty of milk.

(OOC: I'm for bed and will return tomorrow as these two are fun. Night.)

"Are those all pepper types? I think I've seen some of them back here. Carolina Reapers, that's a good name."

He wonders if Reaper likes them, its the kind of question Sombra would ask.

"They're all pepper types, yes." Cecil agrees, "There are many more, of course, but they're either hard to come by at the local Ralphs, or just not hot enough to make much of a difference, if you're trying for a spicy dish. Like the Carolina Reapers, I have no idea where they're getting those, I've never seen them in Night Vale before."

"Black market supplier?" That's usually how it works in Cassian's galaxy.

"Possibly." Cecil agrees, seeing nothing odd about a back-room deal for peppers hot enough to melt your face. "Of course, he'd never tell me."

"Chefs do like keeping their secrets and suppliers can be secretive."

"Oh, I know, right? The chef at Shame does the best cave mushroom risotto, but he won't tell me the ingredients or the proper incantations." It's too bad, really - Cecil adores that dish, but it always comes out wrong when he tries at home.

"Your cooking normally needs incantations?" Cassian says as he starts cooking eggs in the sauce and deciding how many chips to add to the chilaquiles.

"Well, the fancier recipes, sure." Cecil shrugs, clearly considering it a given. "I mean, I'm not usually super good at them? But it can be fun to try."

"Its not something I've ever added to my recipes." It seems like a lot for cooking.

"Well, maybe if I can ever convince that chef to give up his recipe, I'll show you how it's done." Cecil doesn't hold out a lot of hope, but... hey. Weirder things have happened.

Frequently.

This week.

"What recipes do you normally cook? These are done."

Cassian makes two generous plates of chilaquiles.

"Oh, usually quick things. Lots of pasta, salads, things like that. I spend a lot of time at work, so long, drawn-out dishes aren't very practical." Cecil explains. "Though this looks fantastic, thank you!"