[ Fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball, you get it ]
Your everlasting faith in me is inspiring.
[ Which is why she plucks a rice cake right off his plate, as hers are all gone. ]
[ WHO SAID SHE'S NOT TRYING TO LEARN KACCHI, GET YO LIFE TOGETHER ]
Sounds like a plan. Paste, syrup, sugar, simmer... [ She can already see it. The next batch will be incredible. Or middling but hey, progress is progress is progress. ]
[HIS LIFE IS ALREADY TOGETHER, DAMMIT!! He came downstairs, didn't he?!]
The paste and syrup will add color and thickening, while the water makes sure it won't burn as it reduces. [Just don't look away from it for too long because it has a quick turnover once it reaches a certain state...]
Maybe I should start paying you for cooking lessons.
[ He Knows Things, and she doesn't. And learning by herself is rewarding for what not to do but it's a waste of ingredients if it's a catastrophic failure. But they'd hardly ever have the time, she's sure. ]
I'll charge you an arm and a leg for my expertise!
[Not really, but it wouldn't be Bakugou if he wasn't a brat about shit. He doesn't want her to waste food trying to experiment with shit unguided. It'd work out, right?]
[ There are a multitude of things she could say back. Brat vs brat combat and all that. But, ever the master of the deadpan stare, she does just that to him for a few seconds before glancing away and tapping her chin. ]
So you want me to get the bio limbs, then? I mean, I guess I could. Might be more helpful for cooking.
[Yeah, he's already had practice with the deadpan stare and goes back eating without an issue. The sauce isn't a bad flavor despite being thinner than wanted. The texture of the rice cakes are pretty good too... He should ask about the brand she used. Just in case...]
[Don't make shitty jokes like that. They're duds before they even leave the mouth.]
Can you use your extra arms for kitchen work?
[He knows she doesn't exactly like to, but hey, learning to use her gifts for positive efforts can go a long way to countering any negative associations with said gifts.]
[Chicken. And he'd return that it really was fucking stupid. Some babies are ugly. Some jokes are stupid. World's not passing out participation awards.]
Just sharp?
[She talked about their dangerous sides, but are they purely offensive weapons with no other alternates?]
I can do whatever I want with them. Anything you can think to do with your hands and even more.
[ She points to her head, right at her temple, and her vectors reach over to pick up her plate, even moving the chopsticks a couple times as if she had them between her real fingers. ]
I could even probably cinch off a potential hemorrhage in your brain if you felt particularly stressed.
Then why the hell do you always start and stop with the violent, offensive aspects, rather than focus on everything you can do with them?
[He's noticed that both times he's spoken to her about the vectors. Even now, she started and stopped with slicing, never once talking about potential uses that didn't involve dismemberment.]
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[Not that he would suggest using just sugar.]
It won't get to the glaze consistency.
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[ Since she's painfully out of her league, still. Cooking is a battle won through steady progress. ]
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[He could get into the exact measurements, but is keeping it vague for now.]
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Syrup, pepper paste, sugar, simmer... [ Mentally, she makes a note of it all. The implant's handy for that sort of thing, at least. ] Good to know.
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This one didn't reduce enough to be as thick as you wanted.
[Flavor's there, just not to viscosity.]
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Damn. [ It's still good, at least. Not perfect, but to her? It's not making her sick so that's good enough. ] Next batch will be better.
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It better be.
[He just told her how to improve.]
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Your everlasting faith in me is inspiring.
[ Which is why she plucks a rice cake right off his plate, as hers are all gone. ]
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I didn't give you advice to ignore it.
[He glares at the theft, but samples a third one now.]
Did you make the rice cakes or buy them?
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I bought it. I checked the reviews to make sure it wasn't a bad brand.
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IT'S CALLED LEARNING OPPORTUNITY!!]
That's fine. They're not bad. You can focus on the flavoring and sauce more.
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Sounds like a plan. Paste, syrup, sugar, simmer... [ She can already see it. The next batch will be incredible. Or middling but hey, progress is progress is progress. ]
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The paste and syrup will add color and thickening, while the water makes sure it won't burn as it reduces. [Just don't look away from it for too long because it has a quick turnover once it reaches a certain state...]
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[ He Knows Things, and she doesn't. And learning by herself is rewarding for what not to do but it's a waste of ingredients if it's a catastrophic failure. But they'd hardly ever have the time, she's sure. ]
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[Not really, but it wouldn't be Bakugou if he wasn't a brat about shit. He doesn't want her to waste food trying to experiment with shit unguided. It'd work out, right?]
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So you want me to get the bio limbs, then? I mean, I guess I could. Might be more helpful for cooking.
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Bio limbs? Your tentacles or something else?
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[ staaaaaaaare ]
It sailed over your head huh?
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[Don't make shitty jokes like that. They're duds before they even leave the mouth.]
Can you use your extra arms for kitchen work?
[He knows she doesn't exactly like to, but hey, learning to use her gifts for positive efforts can go a long way to countering any negative associations with said gifts.]
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They're sharp enough for that, so I could, yeah.
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Just sharp?
[She talked about their dangerous sides, but are they purely offensive weapons with no other alternates?]
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[ She finishes off the last of her tteokbokki, a thoughtful hum coming from deep in her throat. ]
Looking for a demonstration?
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[Meaning picking up a knife or handling a head of cabbage.]
You already cooked.
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[ She points to her head, right at her temple, and her vectors reach over to pick up her plate, even moving the chopsticks a couple times as if she had them between her real fingers. ]
I could even probably cinch off a potential hemorrhage in your brain if you felt particularly stressed.
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[He's noticed that both times he's spoken to her about the vectors. Even now, she started and stopped with slicing, never once talking about potential uses that didn't involve dismemberment.]
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