It's just chemistry...

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Xehanort's never cooked before, but he's figured this is as good a time as any to start. So, here's a mini-apprentice in a kitchen, a cookery book open in front of him.
Somewhere.
Under a pile of cookery implements.
No-one ever accused the kid of making things easy for himself.]

Come on... It's just a list of instructions, shouldn't be this hard...

[Something smokes. Ominously.]

Comments

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Cooking, Xehanort?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

It's not like we have cooks any more. Unless I missed something...

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Well, generally there is already prepared food in the refrigerators, though you're absolutely correct; there are no cooks, at least none like those in the castle.

What exactly are you trying to make?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

I saw some in there, I tried some, but... I thought it was worth a try. And a pie.

[Currently a mess of pastry.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

...I see.

[he takes a moment to look it over before saying anything else.]

You were following the instructions, correct?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

I was!

[pauses]

I wasn't sure what some of the things were, though. I used what I could find.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Do you need any assistance? I'm not incredibly skilled by any means, but I do know a little bit, as I often have to prepare my own meals here.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

Well...

[He pauses and looks at the disaster.]

...It'd help if you could.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Alright. Is there anything specific that you had in mind?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He looks at things, looks at Ienzo, looks back - ]

Do you know how to get the crust to work?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Hm... Well, I'd assume that you'd need the appropriate dish. Where might the instructions be?

[considering the pile of implements it's hard for him to tell]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

Under here.

[He pushes a few varieties of spoon and a bag of flour off the top.]

I found as many varieties of dishes as I can, they're here... [he gestures at the pile, which is almost orderly] I just wasn't sure which was the most appropriate. I was planning to test them, but that doesn't seem so practical.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[he'll go ahead and pick up the book, then]

Well, a pie tin seems preferable, according to this. Again, I'm no expert, but I'd assume that a 'pie tin' would refer to a dish that is short and round, considering the shape of most pies.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

Makes sense. [He frowns, and fetches the most appropriate looking one of the lot out of the pile.] This seems to fit...

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[he nods, looking over the instructions some more]

It appears that we'll be needing flour, oil, milk, and salt. I see that you've already prepared the flour; what else do you have so far?

[ooc: For the record, I'm just googling pie recipes. XD; Hopefully that's alright. -fails- ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He nods back.]

Milk's here, salt's here, I wasn't sure which oil worked best so - [He gestures at various bottles] I got everything out again.

((OOC: That's fine with me! :D I didn't really have anything specific in mind.))

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Very good. As for the oil, it seems that vegetable oil is preferable here.

[anfemme.livejournal.com]

[Quite suddenly there is a woman sitting on the counter, legs crossed, arms crossed... She's watching him, lips curled into a smirk.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[What the heck? He can't help but look surprised - if he doesn't exactly jump, he does drop a spoon. And does she look like...? No way. That's crazy. He'd only just gotten used to the 'other him is older' idea. Never mind this.]

[anfemme.livejournal.com]

[She's not saying anything at first, simply looking down at him from her perch. There might have been a flicker of amusement in her eyes, but she doesn't break the powerful stare otherwise.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He can't really return the gaze too well. She's putting him on edge, to say the least.]

...What is it?

[His tone's fairly flat.]

[anfemme.livejournal.com]

[Her head tilts up slightly, and she drops her arms to rest her palms on the counter.]

I had wondered if there was someone like yourself, one who would eventually find himself here. Yet, it is still... surprising.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He looks curious.]

What do you mean, 'like me'?

[anfemme.livejournal.com]

[Ansem gracefully moves off of the counter, hovering a few inches off of the ground, closer to him. She's not one for personal space.]

Unique.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He tries to resist the urge to step back out of the way, but he's clearly uneasy, shuffling slightly.]

How am I unique? I've - heard all the others are older, but age isn't anything...