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Tweak says, "my lips hurt"

Oliver Queen (mynameisoliver) wrote in paradisolog,
@ 2017-01-05 20:14:00

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ella (kindwithcourage), oliver queen (mynameisoliver)

WHO: Oliver and OTA
WHAT: Oliver is poking around the kitchen
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any
STATUS: Open/In Progress

Oliver had been excited when Wanda had suggested a BBQ for the week's gathering. Not only would it good to get everyone together, he hoped that Felicity would feel like eating something. She was doing better but he still worried about her even though they'd been assured everything was fine and the baby was moving. While she rested, he decided to head to the Community Center and troll around the kitchen to see what was there. He'd offered to help cook and maybe there were some things he could use to make a dessert out of since it seemed they'd have plenty of meat.

He was kneeling down, looking into a cabinet when he heard someone come in and didn't immediately look up. After a moment, he stood up and turned around, smiling at the person in the doorway."Hey, what's up? I'm trying to see if I can find some things to make a dessert for Saturday night."

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mynameisoliver
2017-01-22 10:35 pm UTC (link)

"I had to learn to cook when I was shipwrecked for five years," he said. "and after I came home, I started cooking more. I didn't sleep much for a while so it was a good way to occupy myself. I can make pretty much anything." Oliver had taught himself a great many things and he was happy to have the chance to cook whenever he could.

"I like the idea of a cobbler. That's always popular and fairly easy. The gods kind of outdid themselves with supplies." There was everything they could possibly need here and Oliver was sure that he and Ella could come up with something special.

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kindwithcourage
2017-01-27 08:32 pm UTC (link)

"You were shipwrecked?" Ella understood what he meant, since travel by ship was often the only way for trade to happen with some countries. Her father never took ships, only horse and carriage, but she only knew what she'd read about in her books. "It is a lovely hobby, though. I agree." That he didn't sleep much didn't register to her because she often didn't sleep much either. There was far too much to be done on the island, after all.

"A cobbler it is. If you are handy with a knife, I could use your help in peeling the apples. We can collect them all here," she said, pulling a bowl from one of the cabinets. "They can be used, so that none of our gifts go to waste." Ella never threw anything out if she could help it. Everything served a purpose.

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