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[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[someone is pretty occupied in one of the kitchens; there's various things he's pulled from the fridge and cabinets, and left sitting out as he tastes them. he's making faces at some, but the ones he likes he's putting bits of into a large blender. so far there's layers of milk, orange juice, blueberries, oreos, vanilla ice cream, and grape jam]

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[terennewings.livejournal.com]

[... hm. aren't you familiar.]

I believe the grape jam is a bit far-fetched to be in... a smoothie.

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[possibly. he still doesn't wear shirts so when he turns to look in another cabinet, have a nice view of his back and the crude wings scarred onto his back around the stubs of what were his real ones.]

It has a good flavor to it.

[terennewings.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

[goes over to him.]

Your wings.

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[looks over at you, mildly surprised to see yours]

Were lost in a battle.

[terennewings.livejournal.com]

I've heard.

[frowns, now protective of his own.]

You've learned to judge correctly.

[seasides]

[walks in and looks around.]

...what are you doing?

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[smiles when he sees you]

Creating something to eat.

[seasides]

...just because something tastes good, doesn't mean it'll taste good together. There's a good chance that won't be very good.

[wanders over to peer at the blender. he feels like he's talking to tinyRi way back when he first showed up, sheesh.]

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

Doesn't that also leave the chance that it will?

[he's still new to the cooking thing, he hasn't figured out the stove yet]

[seasides]

Well, one of the biggest things about cooking is trial and error, so. Go ahead.

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

[Here comes a familiar face. Only he's strolling right past, going for the fridge.]

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[almost drops the bag of M&Ms he's holding when he turns and sees you]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

[Not paying attention, sorry love! Digging through the fridge, lalala.]

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[he's not very comfortable around you, so he'll just the bag down on the counter and attempt to slip out of the kitchen unnoticed]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

[Tch, she still saw you, silly.]

Going somewhere?

[iwuzansem.livejournal.com]

[Hey Riku 1, Riku 2 seems to be hungry too...But uhm, oreo's and jam? Ew .]

Uhm...

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[he just added some chocolate syrup, too]

Yes...?

[iwuzansem.livejournal.com]

You know, I'm hungry too... But might I recommend foods that, at the very least, compliment each other?

[Because. Ew. ]

I was coming in the kitchen to cook anyway sooo...

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

They taste good on their own, why wouldn't they be good together?

[iwuzansem.livejournal.com]

Well... [Careful. This Riku is a cook. ]

When blending flavors, you have to take texture into consideration as well. Cookies, jam...chocolate sauce, yes they go well together. They are all sweet based... However, the jam is more so bitter. Which cocoa sweet and fruit bitter should never be mixed unless if it is within proportion of each other. And also, natural. Like a chocolate truffle with blueberry filling... Same idea, only they flavors compliment each other rather than clash... Get what i am going for here?

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

... huh. I wonder what that tastes like.

[clearly one of the more daring ones, coming into the kitchen with an empty water glass.]

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

Good, hopefully. Would you like to try some?

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

Sure. Can't hurt too much.

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[adds some marshmallow fluff he found, licking the spoon before dropping it into the sink and heading back to the table to reach for the buttons, forgetting the lid to the blender that's still on the counter]

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

You gonna put the lid on?

[speaks right before he's able to get to the blender, a bit of darkness coming up to wave the lid in front of his face.]