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pheonixwaves (pheonixwaves) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-08-14 19:00:00

Entry tags:

ita, kin

Week 15: Friday Evening
Who: Ita and Kin
What: An accidental meeting
Where: In the kitchen

Despite the discouraging catastrophe with her surprise breakfast for House Aquatic, Ita was by no means discouraged from the kitchen. She'd had fun the night before with Sasha. And tonight, she had to prepare for her picnic with Xander tomorrow. She'd found an interesting recipe stashed away in one of her many cookbooks. Granted, it was one that hundreds of other people had, but it was so unique she was fairly certain that she had no risk of Xander having ever had it before.

Dressed in a long, flowing, gauzy green and blue tie-dye style skirt and a short sleeved matching blue and green top, she headed down to the kitchen with a backpack stuffed with supplies and ingredients. She'd even shoved her mini George Foreman in there. Necessary for the filet mignon she would be grilling.

Upon reaching her destination, she followed her usual ritual of filling up an empty sink with water and moving the fire extinguisher close to her work area. First, she prepared the tartlets she'd have for dessert tomorrow's picnic. Cranberry and apple - a nice little twist on a traditional pie. She didn't bother making her own crust. Aunt Lissa never had, and her cooking was just fine. She had fun cutting little stars out of the dough and using them for the top crust. In fact, she giggled a bit as she did so. They were cute.

Popping them in the oven, she set to making the pear and onion relish. Her mouth watered thinking about how it would taste tomorrow. What a neat mix of flavors! Add the bleu cheese dressing and the filet mignon to the wrap, and it was sure to be an interesting meal. And, if she didn't like it, she'd never have to try it again. Although, hopefully, Xander would at least like it.

With that in mind, Ita set to cutting up the various ingredients for the relish, and prepping the spices and other flavorings. She plugged in the George Foreman and waited for it to heat up while she chopped. She'd even make the dressing herself. Well, sort of. She had a cheat for making bleu cheese dressing.

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blood_noir
2008-08-16 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Kin always didn't need food, as in human food, to function on. But when there is sweets involved, well then, there is no way he can ever say no to them. Its almost like a drug - just it isn't addictive ( in a bad way ).

He always made these little bento lunches full of sweets for the day before. Something to snack on inbetween classes, if he couldn't make it to the cafeteria. Because there were times where he'd totally forget to feed. It happens. Having a mind in the clouds is never a smart thing.

Like it was right now, actually.

A little whistle of a tune was vibrating against his lips as he made his way toward the kitchen. Sneaking around as if he was going to get into trouble at any moment. He never liked being seen by people, even if he wanted to try and make friends. A shadow among the people. That's what he always called himself.

And as he backed his way into the kitchen, he didn't think anyone else would be here. So, when he turned around, a gasp of surprise passed his lips now, what books he was holding fell to the floor with a loud thud bouncing off the walls. Kin had a moment of staring at the other before apologizing in Japanese, repeatedly too. As well as falling into a crouch to grab the books he dropped. At least it wasn't him falling this time. He's been doing that a lot lately. Bumping into people and automatically falling to his butt.

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pheonixwaves
2008-08-17 12:13 am UTC (link)

As far as Ita was concerned, vampires were missing out big time if they didn't snack on regular food now and then. Maybe, if she'd thought about it, she could have made some dishes with blood just for the vamps. Nothing hot though. Blood degraded when it wasn't refrigerated, right? That's why it was kept in coolers at hospitals and such.

Ita was definitely not a shadow among people. It wasn't so much that she wanted to be the center of attention, so much as she was just impossible to miss. Her boundless energy made her a vibrant person. She was a social butterfly, certainly.

Ita was used her enhanced senses, unlike some of the newer supernaturals, and she was well aware that someone else was entering the kitchen. Having grown up among humans, though, she had learned to wait until the appropriate time to acknowledge another person's presence, and was startled when the young man dropped his books. Ita hurried over to help him, dropping her knife and wiping her hands on her jeans. Bending to help, she was confused at the foreign words, but recognized them as Japanese from a few too many anime viewings. "Um, konichiwa?" she attempted. She wasn't even sure if that was appropriate for what he was saying. But it was appropriate for an introduction. She thought.