Very uneasy 3-pup post -- Sunday morning

[undead_radish_seller]

So here is what happened:

Wen Ning had been in the kitchen making noodles (as you do) on that cool machine they have here where you feed it the noodle dough, crank a handle, and it flattens and cuts the dough so nice mie strings come out, all ready to be dumped into the boiling water, or dried to use later. And while he had been turning the handle, happily thinking of all the nice dishes he'd make for his little village of twenty people all told,

in waltzed Jin Guangyao, took off his silly black hat, his gold-embroidered silk outer robe with the huge tacky peony emblem, tied back his sleeves, put on an apron that had a pattern of tiny peonies, clouds and bulls (really? really???) printed all over, and went about mixing some sauces. Only when he went to look for fresh ginger did he notice Wen Ning, who had kept absolutely still, not even having any breath to hold. The Jin bastard, however, just sighed, shook his head, and said, "Look, you can make your noodles over there, I can mix my sauces here, and we can ignore each other perfectly fine, as this is Milliways anyway, and a huge kitchen at that. Please, unfreeze."

This would have worked, except that about fifteen minutes later, Dr. Hannibal Lecter came in, and of course he knew both of them! He casually complemented Wen Ning on how good he looked in those new black robes, offered him an apron because you can never rely on your neatness to keep you clean while cooking, as that consideration seriously cramps your style, and then he turned right to bloody Lianfang-zun and told him that, honestly, he looked so much better without the hat, if he'd excuse such a rude remark, and that those sauces would actually go very well with the noodles, even though he personally would try soba with them, and then he had to explain to both of them what soba were,

and, in the end, that led to Dr. Lecter cooking dishes from the land of Wa (which, apparently, his paternal uncle's cultivation partner (or something??) had been from, so he knew all about it) with an uneasy young cultivator and a severely spooked fierce corpse assisting him and listening to him ramble on while he cooked and ordered them around ("In a historical Chinese setting, you can of course replace them with -- what, you have potatoes? Okay then? Just peel them, there's a good little zombie!"), all oblivious about the undercurrent of deep wariness between his two young helpers.

And this is what you are going to walk in on when you want something in the kitchen.


tinytag: jin guangyao
tinytag: wen ning

[[OOC: Say in your tag which of the three you want, or you might get all three...]]

Comments

[mogget_cat]

As he likewise passes through the door into the bar, Yrael grins back at Jin Guangyao, lifting a fine-boned musician's hand and fluttering its long fingers briefly. "They would have called for thumbs, anyway. Sometimes soft paws and a small stature are not so useful as other times."

For trays and chopsticks alike.

[hat_and_dimples]

"The soft paws do hide sharp claws, which can be useful at times," Jin Guangyao says, after taking about three blinks of his eyes to allow his perception of reality to readjust. Okay, so this happened.

He smiles.

"It is good to meet you yet again."

Wen Ning blinks owlishly and takes his tray back, once everyone is through the door and the apron has vanished -- somewhere.

[mogget_cat]

"Oh, of course," Yrael agrees, all cheerful amusement. "And it sometimes can simply be quite fun to be underestimated."

Said entirely as though Jin Guangyao wouldn't already know that.

"Wen Ning, you are well?" the creature shaped like a pale young man says to the pale fierce corpse of a young man. "I didn't want to leave you trying to juggle too many tasks with too few hands."

The food might have gotten cold.

[undead_radish_seller]

"I am," Wen Ning says, "I am, erm, astonished. You are..."

He looks at Yrael, bewildered and flustered, then decides for, "... well able to use chopsticks now. Thank you for your help!"

[mogget_cat]

"You are quite welcome," Yrael grins, leading him to the table Dr. Lecter has picked. "Come, let's eat, and enjoy the results of your efforts, yes?"

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal puts his trays down, and smiles at his companions.

"It has been great fun to cook together with you," he announces as he sits down, offering chairs to Wen Ning and Jin Guangyao that will keep them on either side of him. "So, let us see how our friend Yrael handles chopsticks, shall we?"

Wen Ning still seems rather baffled and occasionally steals a wondering gaze at Yrael; Jin Guangyao smiles at everybody, and at his food.

[mogget_cat]

"Surely the food is more worthy of interest, my friend," Yrael chuckles, settling on the chair across the table from Hannibal, with Wen Ning and Jin Guangyao on either side of him, as well. "My hands work as well as anyone's, even if I have not proven as much, lately."

There should be music, sometime soon.

[undead_radish_seller]

Wen Ning obediently looks at the food and not Yrael, rather flustered and quite a bit embarrassed. He had hoped to cuddle that friendly cat again!

Jin Guangyao, on the other hand, definitely means to. Perhaps he should get a white cat of his own. Sitting in an important chair, wearing an important hat, and cuddling a white cat -- he likes that mental image.

Dr. Lecter starts eating with the smile of a man who is truly enjoying his food.