[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: 3/19/25 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.