Exandria sounded nice -- like, well, a fantasy novel of sorts. Stan was always a little amused how that seemed to be the case. And awed, too. Back when Killian was still around, he'd talked true tales of Neverland, like the book had never existed at all. It had made Stan feel curious and boring in equal measure. It was a strange thing, knowing that he'd made himself barely more than a footnote even in his own world.
"Maybe you can tell me about it some time. The stories," Stan said even as he pulled down a box of noodles, a jar of flour and then went into the fridge to find the rest of the ingredients he needed. Pasta was easy and impressive in equal measure and a homemade red sauce took just enough skill to not feel like cheating. Plus he could show how to use several of the appliances in one go.
"Judiasm, is what it's called. So. I'm Jewish. It's a little hard to explain without you having a general knowledge of earth religions, I suppose.
Anyway. I'm going to make a pasta, so today we're going to make the noodles and then a tomato sauce. With garlic bread. So I can teach you the stove, the oven and the microwave all in one meal." He pointed to each as he went and then arranged his ingredients just so on the counter top, next to each pot and pan he'd be using. He could explain little things while they talked about other things.