( A small Bakugo learning cooking from his mother to impress his friends is an image that isn't going to leave his mind for a while. It's so... cute?! Was he always this moe? But he's trying to envision it, and try as he might to fill out the scene himself, it never quite works. The image of his own mother in a kitchen is laughable, but even if she had been, his own attempts to reach her would have been quickly shushed and shooed away.
He blinks out of that thought when asked a question he's equally uncertain about, bringing a finger over his lips to tap them in thought. )
I don't know... I don't know how I usually might have had it, so just make it how you'd like.
( Then he can learn, right? )
Or, well, I mean... help me make it how you like. What should I be doing?
[He's gonna murder Esikko if he brings this shit up when he's back to normal. Gonna find a pair of princely feet sticking out of a flower pot, feeding his own plants! Lucky for Esikko, he need not worry about any of that right now, as Bakugo's focused far more on making the guy something good for lunch. And maybe dinner, if they have leftovers and Esikko's fond of it.]
Oil. [Butter's more fattening and Bakugo opts to use it sparingly when he cooks. With the water and seasoning steaming on the stove, he sets the lid atop it and turns to the other ingredients.]
Get three bowls out. The eggs go in one, the flour in another, and the panko crumbs in the third one.
[Esikko can make the dipping stations for their pork cutlets. Shouldn't be too hard.]
( Three bowls... So even simple dishes take this much? Aren't they going to have to clean it after? Well, no. He said he'd practice cooking, but he can have housekeeping do his dishes. Or maybe Bakugo will just do them on his own. He's already house-husbandy enough as he is, so this good mood must just enhance that, right?
Esikko keeps those humorous thoughts to himself, instead humming a little start of an idle tune as he finds three bowls. Then, as he sets them out and begins to fill them, he decides to talk a little. )
I didn't have friends, but I did have a kid my age I knew. He was in charge of watching over me, you know, since my parents didn't have the time, and his family was close to ours.
( Panko crumbs goes easily enough, even if he probably put too many. Flour is an immediate mess, but not as bad as it could be. And then... he definitely gets egg shells into the egg bowl. )
But anytime I'd try to do anything interesting, he'd always scold me. "You'll burn your hands!" "Don't touch those, they have thorns!" "Be careful, the stones are uneven!" It was so irritating.
[Sometimes. Other times, you simply wanna keep things clean and do things the proper way. Of course they're gonna have to clean them. Good thing Mr. Ace-rank has a fancy dishwasher to handle it for him. Unless he's clueless to their usage and has a bunch of clothes stuffed inside it.
Bakugo grabs one of the cutting boards and sets it to the side on the kitchen island counter, then gets a high-walled skillet onto a burner. Where's Esikko's oil again? Oh, there it is. Time to glug it up into the skillet, upending the entire bottle. Don't worry, he knows how to strain it and put it clean back in the bottle when they're done. Still perfectly good for reuse later.]
Someone your age was your handler? Weird. He shouldn't be any more able than you were.
[If both boys were taught the same thing at the same time. Maybe not, given Esikko's princely status. The other boy was likely a servant. Bakugo gives the panko bowl a shake to level them out. As soon as Esikko starts making a mess, he snaps a hand around the flour bag.]
Here. [And shows him how to hold the bag with one hand at the bottom, and the other hand cupping the mouth to pinch it, limited the amount of flour coming out. Gradual tilt, small taps on the bag butt, each one pucking a small gout of flour to the bowl. See? That's how you do it.
As for the eggs... uh... well Bakugo just gets the shells out with a fork. Cracking egg lessons later.]
If he had his orders not to let you get hurt, he'd have to say those things, right?
It wasn't about ability. No one else wanted to do it, you know— none of the staff in the palace or anything, though it was their jobs to watch us both. Sumi simply took charge on his own, and it became expected.
( It's a summarization, probably, considering the family of priests had a lot of other obligations and expectations surrounding him and his own family, but. Esikko seems to find it uncomfortable to speak about, despite his willingness to bring it up in the first place— he's frowning a little, trying to reform that flour bag-mouth on the side while Bakugo digs out his egg shells. For practice. It's proving difficult, and flour keeps puffing into his face. )
I know my health is poor, but some worries are excessive, anyway. He was just an overly serious stick in the mud.
[Saying "no one else wanted to" seems like a huge dramatization for such a thing. Esikko's a prince. Royal families are treated like the top of the world in most monarchies in any country. Unless there's rampant corruption and abuse, which he's pretty sure Esikko wasn't personally responsible for?
Bakugo finishes up with the meat after helping Esikko with the coating stage prep. Flour in one bowl (sorry about the white face makeup afterwards, here's a cloth to wipe it off), eggs in the other (he lets the prince beat them; surely he's able to do that without making a mess, right?), and seasoned panko crumbs in the last. Gonna have to get the oil hot, so he takes a brief break to set that up before returning to the meat slices.]
And he didn't let up when you told him to back off, huh.
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Date: 3/17/25 05:12 (UTC)He blinks out of that thought when asked a question he's equally uncertain about, bringing a finger over his lips to tap them in thought. )
I don't know... I don't know how I usually might have had it, so just make it how you'd like.
( Then he can learn, right? )
Or, well, I mean... help me make it how you like. What should I be doing?
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Date: 3/17/25 14:37 (UTC)Oil. [Butter's more fattening and Bakugo opts to use it sparingly when he cooks. With the water and seasoning steaming on the stove, he sets the lid atop it and turns to the other ingredients.]
Get three bowls out. The eggs go in one, the flour in another, and the panko crumbs in the third one.
[Esikko can make the dipping stations for their pork cutlets. Shouldn't be too hard.]
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Date: 3/19/25 05:47 (UTC)Esikko keeps those humorous thoughts to himself, instead humming a little start of an idle tune as he finds three bowls. Then, as he sets them out and begins to fill them, he decides to talk a little. )
I didn't have friends, but I did have a kid my age I knew. He was in charge of watching over me, you know, since my parents didn't have the time, and his family was close to ours.
( Panko crumbs goes easily enough, even if he probably put too many. Flour is an immediate mess, but not as bad as it could be. And then... he definitely gets egg shells into the egg bowl. )
But anytime I'd try to do anything interesting, he'd always scold me. "You'll burn your hands!" "Don't touch those, they have thorns!" "Be careful, the stones are uneven!" It was so irritating.
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Date: 3/19/25 18:35 (UTC)Bakugo grabs one of the cutting boards and sets it to the side on the kitchen island counter, then gets a high-walled skillet onto a burner. Where's Esikko's oil again? Oh, there it is. Time to glug it up into the skillet, upending the entire bottle. Don't worry, he knows how to strain it and put it clean back in the bottle when they're done. Still perfectly good for reuse later.]
Someone your age was your handler? Weird. He shouldn't be any more able than you were.
[If both boys were taught the same thing at the same time. Maybe not, given Esikko's princely status. The other boy was likely a servant. Bakugo gives the panko bowl a shake to level them out. As soon as Esikko starts making a mess, he snaps a hand around the flour bag.]
Here. [And shows him how to hold the bag with one hand at the bottom, and the other hand cupping the mouth to pinch it, limited the amount of flour coming out. Gradual tilt, small taps on the bag butt, each one pucking a small gout of flour to the bowl. See? That's how you do it.
As for the eggs... uh... well Bakugo just gets the shells out with a fork. Cracking egg lessons later.]
If he had his orders not to let you get hurt, he'd have to say those things, right?
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Date: 3/21/25 06:08 (UTC)( It's a summarization, probably, considering the family of priests had a lot of other obligations and expectations surrounding him and his own family, but. Esikko seems to find it uncomfortable to speak about, despite his willingness to bring it up in the first place— he's frowning a little, trying to reform that flour bag-mouth on the side while Bakugo digs out his egg shells. For practice. It's proving difficult, and flour keeps puffing into his face. )
I know my health is poor, but some worries are excessive, anyway. He was just an overly serious stick in the mud.
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Date: 3/21/25 15:20 (UTC)[Saying "no one else wanted to" seems like a huge dramatization for such a thing. Esikko's a prince. Royal families are treated like the top of the world in most monarchies in any country. Unless there's rampant corruption and abuse, which he's pretty sure Esikko wasn't personally responsible for?
Bakugo finishes up with the meat after helping Esikko with the coating stage prep. Flour in one bowl (sorry about the white face makeup afterwards, here's a cloth to wipe it off), eggs in the other (he lets the prince beat them; surely he's able to do that without making a mess, right?), and seasoned panko crumbs in the last. Gonna have to get the oil hot, so he takes a brief break to set that up before returning to the meat slices.]
And he didn't let up when you told him to back off, huh.