Kitchen Spam - saturday morning

[with_my_teacup]

[The breakfast menu just got kid friendly-- and the kitchen just got a lot better secured. No little hands in sharp places, or high places, or hot places; Riddick has it locked down. He's also keeping a serious eye on the mess hall, dividing his attention between waffles and doing walkarounds.

Unfortunately, he's not quite himself. He found this pair of smoked eyeglasses... and he's been trying not to talk ever since he put them on. Fucking floods, am I right.]

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[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick nods again and obeys-- he's good with a rolling pin, moderating his strength so that he doesn't overroll it, and fantastic with a knife, making quick, clean, perfect strips.]

Why a lattice on cherry but not apple?

Speaking of other pies, how long have we got left on the one in the oven?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Cherries are smaller. The apples are slices and a lattice wouldn't sit right on top.

Nine minutes and twelve seconds.


[An odd transformation seems to be taking Ned over; at first demure, quiet, and of little consequence, now he's fully in his element and taking charge of the kitchen]

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick smiles fondly. There.]

Why not a full crust on the cherry, then? Here, these strips are done, have you already put the main crust in the tin?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

[Young Ned looks uncertain, some of the wind being pulled out of his sails. His arm slows]

....Do you...want a full crust?

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Not at all. This is the way you taught me to make it: I just wonder why.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

...I just.

That's how my mom made them.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

A perfectly good reason.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

...I think my magic killed her.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

...did you bring her back first?

Re: [Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Yes. She died again.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I understand. I'm very sorry.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

It was my fault. I'm the one who's sorry.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I doubt you meant to do it. I believe it was painful for you, and I am sorry for you.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

...I don't want to talk about it anymore.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

How long on the first pie?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Eight seconds.

[He turns, and begins pulling on oven mitts all the way up to his elbows]

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick finds a trivet, sets it out, pulls a step stool they use to reach the higher shelf so that Ned can reach the counter with the trivet more easily.]

Your time sense is better than mine. That is quite astonishing-- impressive. I try to be accurate myself.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

[Ned gladly uses the stepstool and shuts the oven off, looking over his shoulder at Riddick.]

It's just counting. And it keeps people alive.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

...yes.

Yes, your time sense is better than mine.

[Ouch. Shit. Ow.]

I'll fill the cherry pie-?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Okay.

....Did I really touch you?

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

No. Not me. You touched-- someone else; it was a complicated situation. But he is still alive. I died, for a time. Death is impermanent, here.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

...I'm sorry. I don't remember...doing it.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I miscounted.

The other man was-- is-- a friend. I would gladly have given my life. I failed to consult you or him on the matter, however. And I was lucky that I was taken instead of someone else-- it was a poorly conceived plan.

['Some bullshit', he'd say if he could. 'A poor-ass choice,' he'd say.]

Perhaps honesty was unkind. I am sorry.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

...But I don't remember it. Don't apologize for something I don't remember.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I remember it.

However.

It won't happen until you're older.

What oven temperature for the cherry pie?