Hanna Marin knows what Hanna Marin means (numbtothedanger) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-12-31 09:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, hanna marin, yue katou |
Who: Hanna and Katou
What: Randomly chatting and latke making/eating
When: Late December
Where: Caleb and Hanna’s
Warnings: Low
Status: Partner Thread | Complete
So. Waking up to Noel Kahn’s head on what was to be the first night of Chanukah? Yeah. That had sucked. And led to an awkward network post, but Chanukah was not for decapitated heads, okay????? And now Hanna was stuck waiting for whenever the dreams would pick up (they had to, Spencer had been shot and apparently Mary Drake’s other daughter???) which was always frustrating because often the cliffhanger dreams took forever to be resolved and she just… didn’t have the patience for that.
But that didn’t matter because apparently she was in charge of latkes this year, which meant that she was spending a lot of time in the kitchen. Which was fine, she loved latkes and it was giving her something to focus on for the time being.
That didn’t mean that shredding potatoes was fun though. Not by any means. Still, she was currently alone as Caleb was at work, so she had her music playing as she worked.
When Katou’d seen Hanna’s post on the Network, he couldn’t help but laugh about it. He’d, luckily, never woken up to any dismembered body parts lying next to him, though he was almost surprised about that.
But he kind of wanted to see it for himself, and to take a look first hand about how Hanna and Caleb were dealing with having a random head in their bed. And so he invited himself over. Once he got to the door, he rang the doorbell obnoxiously, pounding on the doorbell until the door opened.
Hanna had just been about to start the shredding process of the potatoes as they’d been peeled when she heard the pounding at the door.
“What the….”
There was no message on the phone to say anyone was coming over. So what was the big deal? But also given the nature not only of her dreams, but of Orange County, one never knew when there was an emergency and so Hanna put her latke making on hold to answer the door, only to see…
“Katou, what’s up?”
“S’up, Hanna?” Katou asked, grinning and stepping into the house. It was cold outside, at least by California standards, and he wasn’t going to stand out there all day waiting for her to invite him in. Not like he would have before anyway. “I thought about calling, but I decided to just go ahead and come over anyway. You don’t mind, do you?”
It apparently didn’t matter what her answer was, since he was already slipping off his shoes and unwrapping the scarf from around his neck.
Orange County and its random snowing. Even though it had been a fixture for the past few years, it was still strange. Though there was Katou just stepping in like he owned the place. Luckily for him, she was much more used to the behavior and they had managed to repair any damage from that initial first meeting.
“Not much, making latkes for Chanukah…”
And then he was making puns about heads and she just closed her eyes in exasperation. Seriously?
“Well you’re here now aren’t you?”
“You’re making what now?” Katou asked, blinking at Hanna. He was pretty sure he’d never heard of latkes before, and if he had, he’d long forgotten what they were. “That some kind of decoration thing?”
“I am here now,” Katou said, in a way that implied that Hanna should clearly be thankful for that. He was already halfway to the kitchen when he asked “you got anything to drink?”
“Latkes. Potato pancakes?” Well okay, people might not know latkes, or at least by name, “Traditional food, usually eaten with sour cream and or apple sauce.” Which she had already made. She could have gone into the symbolism of latkes being made with oil and the eight nights that the oil held out but decided against it.
As for something to drink?
“Um. Should be some juice in the fridge.”
“Potato pancakes?” Katou asked, raising an eyebrow. “You mean like a korokke? Sounds tasty.” Once he made it to the kitchen, he gave Hanna’s work so far a quick lookover on his way to the fridge. “Juice was totally not what I meant.” He gave an annoyed sigh, but he still grabbed the juice and, being the kind, conscience fellow he was, actually grabbed a cup to pour it into instead of drinking it right out of the carton.
“Um… maybe?” Hanna had no idea. She couldn’t recall ever having korokke, so it was possible. “Probably closer to hash browns, though.” And even that wasn’t completely accurate. But it was probably a closer explanation. “Just you know, better.” The response to juice not being what he meant was met with a shrug. That was what was available and seriously, it was too early for alcohol, thank you very much. She did appreciate he took out a cup at least.
“Better than McDonald’s hashbrowns?” That seemed hard to believe. There wasn’t a whole lot of breakfast foods Katou enjoyed than the chain’s greasy breakfast food. Once he’d poured his juice, he pulled up a chair, sitting backwards on it with his arms crossed over the back of the chair. “Well, go ahead. Wow me with your culinary prowess.”
Rolling her eyes (but at least more in comfortable exasperation versus actual annoyance), Hanna went back to what she was doing. For as flippant and distracted as she tended to appear, she could actually focus when it mattered. Designing outfits, schoolwork to the shock of many, cooking. It took some time, what with the shredding and mixing and boiling in oil, but eventually she was finished and there was a plate from the batch of latkes she had been making, along with the homemade applesauce and sour cream.
“Have at it.”
As she said that, she put together her own mini plate with both applesauce and sour cream.
Katou wasn’t used to just sitting around in a kitchen watching someone cook without doing any work himself, but he couldn’t say that it was a bad feeling. One of his favourite things to do was to sit around and watch other people work, and since Hanna didn’t ask him to help, Katou didn’t bother to offer.
Once the latkes were served, he stared at them for a moment. The actually smelled pretty good, though even still he wasn’t entirely sure if he trusted Hanna’s cooking skills. Still, it wasn’t eating them was going to kill him again, so he might as well give them a shot. He took a bite, and then looked at it with mild surprise. “Well, it’s not too bad,” Katou said, this time dipping it in applesauce before taking a bite.
Hanna was perfectly capable of cooking, thank you very much. She just tended to get distracted if something was going on. However, despite Katou’s presence being there, she wasn’t distracted so it was all good. And it wasn’t as if she really cared about his opinions on her cooking (really, not at all..maybe a little because she did have the underlying insecurity issues), but she did just grin as he said it wasn’t that bad. Victory! And now to enjoy the mini batch she had brought out for them as she needed to freeze the rest for the party.