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WHO: cassian, helena + YOU (ota!!)
WHERE: dreamscapes and new amsterdam, maybe elsewhere
WHEN: throughout ic march & early april
WHAT: dreams! cooking! it's a catch all!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: several warnings - will note above each header for specifics but many dreams involve blood and death, please be aware of the individual warnings! starters in the comments.

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( helena ) safehouse: a meal

[sestra]

[ helena is... cooking. she's making use of the safehouse's kitchen, and even though she's barely started, her space is already a big mess, largely of shredded cheese. what kind? any kind! she has pulled out a variety of cheese from the fridge and is in the process of shredding several, changing when she gets bored of a particular shade of yellow. it's mac and cheese time! ]

[ she's making little noises each time she whips the shredder over the cheese, almost a swishing sound; when she has enough in her bowl, she lifts it, flipping it upside down to dump it all at once into a pot. ] Bam!

[ some of the contents spill out over the side, but she doesn't seem concerned. she'll gather up all the excess later and combine. it's not exactly like what silena told her to do, but as long as the cheese melts and the macaronis cook, she figures it'll be edible. ]

[ should someone walk into the kitchen, she'll point the cheese shredder at them. ] I make macaroni and cheese. You like?

you fool, this is at my house

[gasping]

( it's incredible how much food there can be in a fridge at one time. with six (six?!) people all living in one three bedroom apartment, there's plenty to go around. there are at least four types of cheeses currently splayed out in varying stages of shreddedness on the counter, and plenty of mess around it.

it's like a hurricane came through, hellbent on mac and cheese. hurricane helena. )

I... do, yes.

( caroline looks a little bewildered, but she did also just get home from work. she was not expecting this. )

[sestra]

[ her face lights up. ]

You may have some! Silena gave me recipe.

[ this is not her house or her kitchen, but she was given range of it to make dinner for herself and silena tonight, but helena has no qualms about inviting any of the other roommates either. ]

[ whether or not the resulting dish is edible is another story, ending still unknown. ] Don't worry, I will clean after.

[gasping]

( caroline does not cook in her kitchen very often. at least, not as often as she could. she also isn't always home, so maybe that's part of it.

in any case, she doesn't mind helena's presence... though she is mildly relieved to hear that she won't have to do heavy duty cleaning herself. )

I'm not super hungry ( for mac and cheese ) but I'll have a little, I guess. How long have you been... making this?

[sestra]

[ helena has very minimal experience cooking. she virtually makes pasta or microwave dinners when it comes to cooking for herself, so she is very excited to dry another noodle dish. with many cheeses. ]

[ she hums. when did she start?? ]

Has been twenty minutes, I think. I was not looking at clock. Maybe ten. [ she has very little sense of time for this, clearly. ]

[gasping]

( caroline's brows furrow for a moment, and as they do, the urge to move helena aside and fix whatever is happening is hard to resist. but this isn't her project, and and the end of the day, it really doesn't matter if helena has overcooked pasta or congealed cheese in her dish. it's fine.

caroline can sit her type-a behind down on a chair, and let helena figure it out for herself. or not. maybe she'll just eat it anyway. )

I usually set a timer when I cook pasta. It's really easy to get distracted and let it overcook.

( helpful... advice...? )

[sestra]

[ she looks at the cheese with consideration. is this enough? how much did silena say was needed again? doesn't... more cheese just mean it's cheesier?? ]

Timer is good idea. [ for....... everything. the noodles are already cooking in the pot, but she has lost track. ] I will use to help melt cheese. Noodles seem like they are almost finished.

[gasping]

Maybe take the noodles off the stove?

( it is really hard to avoid the instinct to just take over!!! )

I mean, if you think they're done. You could try one.

[sestra]

[ she takes one sliding step the noodles, stirring them around and scooping one out with her spoon. ]

[ the problem? she doesn't wait any time, doesn't blow on it - just shoves the whole thing in her mouth. her face contorts from the sting of the burn and she spits it out immediately, where it lands on the floor. ]

Too hot. Can't tell if they are finished.

[gasping]

Ew! Gross.

( helena, please. use a spoon. or be a vampire who doesn't care about literal temperature torture, and chew the pasta like it's lukewarm off someone's plate. )

They're definitely done, though. Probably a little under, which is weird, but they'll keep cooking in the sauce.

[sestra]

[ she is still making a face, unhappy to have her tongue burned. she sticks it out, making a blech sound. ] Noodle is gross.

[ she'll pick it up off the floor when she believes it to be no longer on fire. ]

Cheese will cook it? Are you sure of this? [ she sounds suspicious. ] Should I wait until cheese is melty like sauce?