Week 14: Sunday
Who: Ita and Easton What: Notes and foooood Where: Kitchen When: After the lunch rush
Ita had finished unpacking this morning. Normally, she wasn't one to bring loads of suitcases with her, but she had brought some of her most unique or expensive cooking materials with her, which took up a single suitcase by itself. Another suitcase was packed with various items for her room - pictures, posters, books, DVDs, etc. Then she had two more suitcases - one with clothes, and the last with personal items. She had unpacked the bare necessities the night before, including her laptop, and spent the night online as she worked at unpacking spottily.
Now that she had finished unpacking, and her room was set up just the way she liked it, she headed down to the kitchens to get some fish and chips ready for Easton. She smirked to herself, wondering if he was British. It always amused her how different regions had their own little vocabularies. She sliced up two different kinds of potatoes - golden and sweet potato. Sweet potato wasn't traditional 'chips', but she loved the way they tasted. She made up her own batter and fried up the fish. Even though Catalina had said the food was for student use, Ita figured she'd replace the fish at the least - it was expensive. While the fish fried, she made up some tartar sauce, and got out other various condiments, setting them on a table near the kitchen. Soon as it was all ready, she set out two plates. The chips she left on a plate in the center of the table, since she wasn't sure if he'd even want to try the sweet potato ones. She covered everything, to keep it warm, and hoped Easton showed up soon. They hadn't exactly specified the time of arrival.
To cover up the fishy smell, and because she couldn't stop with just the main course, Ita had also made up a strawberry rhubarb pie. She left the water in the sink she had filled - part of her paranoia over fires. She could manipulate it from the sink to the fire, if there ever was one. And she had moved the fire extinguisher closer to her while she cooked. Last night she had nightmares again. They were always beyond terrifying, and she usually woke up drenched - she tried to put out the fires in her dreams, apparently by using the water in the air around her. The nightmares came and went, but they usually were strongest when she started sleeping somewhere new. Hopefully, they would calm down soon. She really wanted to try to do well here. For her parents.
Now that everything was as ready as it could be, she took a seat and waited. Her notebook and pen were resting on one of the extra seats at the table, but she figured they'd get to that after eating. She was hungry by now. She didn't have any junk food in her room to tide her over between meals, yet. She'd rectify that before dinner - take a trip into town and go shopping for a few things.