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Post by Yoshokua on Apr 11, 2019 22:52:08 GMT -5
The One Night Diner was a new experiment.
The last time Yoshokua had gone to Earth, he made sure that he could have the One Night Diner components on hand at any time via Poi Poi Capsules. Even if the journey to New Sadla was exhausting, it was important to him as a chef that he executed on the One Night Diner tonight, to feed all that were hungry and to further cultivate his abilities as a chef. Sho had hired a guy with a small ship to transport him to the planet, and found the perfect place to set up: on the outskirts of a city. Now, he was at a perfect plateau and ready to open the diner.
Yoshokua popped a few Poi Poi Capsules onto the ground, and in an instant the One Night Diner appeared. The only seating available at the Diner were five seats along an outward bar, with four thin wooden walls forming a square, with a gigantic neon lightshow above both Sho and any perspective customers that clearly advertised the restaurant.
Inside the diner was essentially everything that Yoshokou needed in order to make a great meal: an endless amount of spices and sauces, a fully stocked fridge, a few choice but important kitchen appliances, a high-end combination stove/griddle, and every kind of liquor or liquid you would want to drink. The first thing Sho did was get a stock pot full of Tonkotsu broth on the burner and ready for serving.
Sho liked doing the One Night Diner in semi-remote areas for a lot of reasons. For one, the one time he had done it in the middle of the city had turned out to be a complete mess, but he also liked the kinds of people that remote areas tended to bring out. There had been laughs had together, conversations had, and food cherished that couldn't have happened the same way in the city, so it became a rule that the One Night Diner was a special event for semi-remote areas only.
A large set of speakers at the edge of the square diner began playing loud music and over global communications the following message was sent.
The One Night Diner is now open for a once in a lifetime culinary experience. To find us, go to Coordinates -42.75782, 39.10140 on New Sadla.
Yoshokua got into his apron and put on a chef's bandana with a grin. Seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled out a microphone and in his loudest voice said.
"Sho's One Night Diner in New Sadla is officially open!"
WC: 432
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Post by Cassava on Apr 12, 2019 10:38:12 GMT -5
The night was still young on New Sadla.
The humid jungle climate smothered the air making anyone want to stop for a moment to catch their breath. The thick foliage and blooming civilization was ever-growing despite the absent figurehead after Queen Radia’s untimely demise. A now peaceful group of Saiyans, the citizens here provide for themselves and pull together their resources to ensure everyone scrapes by.
Cassava sauntered down a dirt trodden path, her honey colored eyes scanning her surroundings per usual. She had returned to the jungle moon to visit some old comrades as well as try to find her father---that is, if he ever came back to this place. Alas, her search was fruitless, and thus the Lieutenant was enjoying a brief vacation from her diplomat work on behalf of the Saiyan Kingdom. Any time off should be used to relax and recuperate properly after all.
“Wuh?” uttered the Saiyan as she looked towards a nearby radio-esque device that blared the advertisement.
“One. Night. Diner?” She repeated methodically after the advertisement. She hadn’t tried many new establishments when it came to restaurants, especially on New Sadla, but the mere mention of food lit a fire in her soul. Her katchin boots dug into the ground as she began to run before ultimately lifting from the ground and soaring high above the tree lines. Here she could get a good gander at the local area as well as figure out where she was heading.
Upon the small LED screen of her mobile device, she typed in the coordinates as best as she could recollect, and then she was off. Her petite and muscular frame was hurling through the dense forest rooftops ignoring the directions which kept notifying her of missing turns. Unfortunately, it wasn’t calibrated for flying, but it would work.
How could she have missed it?
The neon beacon of a restaurant stuck out like a sore thumb amongst a rural area. The Saiyan warrior locked eyes with the glowing signs, loud music, and general atmosphere. It was lulling her in after all. She hastily descended to the ground below, her wary feet carrying her up to peer inside the building for an owner. Once she notated the spikey haired man, she pulled herself up a seat, her back to the world and her eyes dead set on the bubbling broth, utensils, and the man manifesting the hunger inducing atmosphere.
The energetic owner was practically begging for patrons, so she was happy to oblige. She looked around for a menu or a bell to grab the man’s attention. Ultimately, she just decided to use her mouth. Her voice traveled between them, it was deeper for a woman, but still carried a feminine touch underneath her harsh outer appearance.
The Lieutenant was clad in crimsons and blacks, katchin metal boots covering her feet, as well as a matching gauntlet on one of her hands. Her right arm was bandaged from shoulder to fingertips, and it hung lazily in her lap.
“Hello there! You certainly seem to be open, so I guess I’m here to eat!” Cassava explained as her beaming face stared eagerly to see what the stranger was cooking up tonight. TAGS: Yoshokua WC: 534
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Post by Yoshokua on Apr 13, 2019 23:22:05 GMT -5
Alcohol was another part of the One Night Diner set-up. Sho noticed it helped a bit when it came to the socialization part of his new experiment without hampering his cooking ability too much, plus it helped with his mixology skills a bit. Tonight's drink was pretty simple: a hearty ale in a big glass mug with some cranberry juice. Just as Yoshokua took his first sip, however, he caught the eye of his first customer. The woman who sat down was definitely different from how he expected Saiyan women to be. She was covered in red and black clothing, and had long dark hair. She could easily be confused for another human, but she definitely carried herself with a somewhat edgy aura that reminded Yoshokua of his father. Maybe that way of carrying oneself was something distinctly of their race, or maybe Sho was just imaging things. All in all, he expected people here to be a little more... monkey-esque. Still, a customer was a customer, so Yoshokua placed the mug of ale on his counter, wiped the beer mustache off his face, and greeted the patron. "Evening! I'm Yoshokua, call me Sho, and welcome to my One Night Diner! Lemme get you our complementary appetizer for New Sadla..."In a few swift movements, Yoshokua got the meal together. In one hand, he grabbed an ornate red bowl and in another a ladle of tonkotsu broth. After filling the bowl with the soup, he then produced a brown yam from the fridge, and small bag of rice from the pantry. After placing the bowl in front of his customer, he then put a handful of rice into the bowl, which then expanded near-instantly. In a moment, the rice transformed into a large amount of impossibly thin, strand-like noodles. Then, Sho produced a cheese grater and grated the yam into a bowl, but instead of flakes of grated root vegetable, a stream of ectoplasmic goop topped the dish. "...Tonkotsu Broth with Potengi Noodles and Earthling Mountain Yam."Along with the bowl were a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. After Sho took quick breath of air, in half the time it took for him to make the dish he put away all of the component parts. Then, he met the gaze of his customer once more. "So, we do things a little differently here at the One Night Diner. I'll prepare ya a three course meal, not including the appetizer, but we don't have a menu. Instead, I have a lot of different things in this kitchen, despite how it looks. I can make you almost anything, from ingredients from around the universe, so let me know if you have any food allergies and what kind of food you'd like to have- whether cuisine or flavor or whatever specifications you have, and I'll make it for you. But first--"Sho motioned over to his collection of liquors, beers, and wines. "Would you like a drink?"WC: 495 | Cassava
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Post by Cassava on Apr 14, 2019 14:29:41 GMT -5
An idle gaze watched as the man with strange colored hair prepared some sort of potion that smelled of booze. She propped her cheek up and waited for the man to turn, the remnants of his indulgence still upon his upper lip.
The oddly dressed woman adjusted herself in her seat as the owner's eyes focused on her. He gave the Saiyan warrior a once over before moving to greet the patron. With a hearty and energetic salutation, Sho introduced himself. The woman sported a cheeky smile as he immediately slipped into service. However, her eyes were quickly on his tankard, which was lulling her in with the mix of fruity flavor. She lifted from her seat to investigate the cup before shooting back to her seat as he turned around with a bowl in hand.
"Sho, eh? Nice to meet ya. I'm Cassava, just passing through New Sadla actually. D-Do you normally put your place in such a rural area? I can't imagine it's too good for business." Cassava inquired earnestly, her eyes gleaming as she watched the man prepare the rest of her meal. Apparently, he moved with an efficiency and clear knowledge of his profession.
The steaming bowl that sat before of her smelled wonderful, so when be added rice, which somehow turned into noodles. The Lieutenant tapped upon her chin in amazement, while Sho went to retrieve the odd root vegetable from his fridge. He returned and began grating the raw vegetable right over the bowl. It was odd looking, considering what came out was more viscous.
"Ahhhh, it smells good!" Cassava spoke warily, her eyes looking down to the bowl before picking up the chopsticks and spoon. She leaned forward, her face hugging the bowl as she managed to fish up the noodles and the goop. The Saiyaness transferred them to the wide soup spoon with a good amount of broth before scooping it up into her mouth with a slurp.
Cassava chewed through the noodles and let the taste marinate on her taste buds for a moment before gulping it down. She quickly had another bite, then another as Sho explained the Diner, and how they did things. There was no menu here, and all the food was prepared based on the chef's selection.
Cassava nodded in acknowledgement before taking a break from her appetizer to reply to the man.
"I haven't eaten a thing in my life yet that's tried to kill me!" She exclaimed before digging back into the bowl. More and more of the noodles disappeared, and soon she was draining the remainder of the broth down her greedy maw.
"A-A drink?" the girl nearly choked on the liquid before setting the bowl back down. Now that he mentioned it, she probably did want something. She nodded and leaned back in her seat and let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind having a drink! Soup was easy to get down, but something heartier may need some help. N-NOT BECAUSE THE TASTE, J-Just because of the density."
She was already digging herself a hole. TAGS: Yoshokua || WC: 513 \ 1047
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Post by Yoshokua on Apr 14, 2019 20:55:49 GMT -5
Yoshokua stifled a chuckle at his customer, but still donned a grin. "Maybe I'll make something hearty for our meal, then."It was good to see someone enjoy his food, and after noticing Cassava eye his drink with thirst, he figured he should make something similar. From the fridge came a jar of fresh squeezed orange juice from the morning before, as well as a bowl of shrimp and scallops. Inside the large fridge were a variety of pre-marinating or prepared meats and seafoods, ready for cooking. Along with the shrimp and scallops came bacon and cuts of beef seemingly for stewing, set aside for the main course. A pretty clear meal plan was already formulating in Sho's head, as he took a moment to fully process what he'd be preparing. Into a pint glass went the same ale he had just consumed, as well as the fresh squeezed orange juice to make a kind of shandy. With a dull but fancy piece of steel, the half-Saiyan cook scraped the excess foam from the rim of the glass and mixed the liquids together, before moving the drink forward for his guest. "A shandy for ya. I hear that Saiyans, or Saiyanesses in your case, have a naturally high alcohol tolerance, or at least my old man did, so let me know if you need something stronger. Anyway, your question..."Yoshokua cut up a few large russet potatoes into shoestring fries, some cabbage into shreds, some carrots into cubes, and a surprisingly large onion into slits. In a pan, he began cooking the shrimp and scallops. "I usually tend to host in rural areas. Part of it is because you tend to get interesting folks you won't see anywhere else passing through, but another part of it is just trouble I've had when cooking in more popular areas. I tried doin' the Diner in a big city on Earth once, and they were really annoying about paperwork and permits or whatever, so I decided I'd just do it in places like this. Money isn't really the goal here, at least not at the moment. I mostly set this up so I can meet interesting people and become a better cook..."Sho left the other vegetables be for the moment, seasoned the fries, and threw them into a old-school fast food fryer. Rather quickly, he got some dry ingredients, a couple liquids, an egg, and the grated ectoplasm from the mountain yam together in a bowl and mixed them into a pancake-like batter, then mixed the batter with the cabbage and the now-cooked seafood. "Why're you out here tonight? You live out here or are ya travelling?"Still focused, the cook produced perfect fries from the fryer, then put them onto a hot griddle. On top of the fries went the thick savory cabbage pancake, until they combined into a perfect mass. With careful hands, Sho shingled thin slicks of porkbelly and flipped the massive savory hotcake a couple times until perfectly cooked. Then, Yoshokua covered the pancake in a savory brown sauce, and then thin white ribbons of sweet mayonnaise. With an hand-held monjayaki spatula, Sho cut up the pancake and then served it to Cassava with an identical spatula for her to eat it with. "Your first course, Okonomiyaki fries."With a toothpick, Yoshokua cut softly across the lines of mayonnaise to create a spider web-like pattern, then covered it with a light green powder, then a healthy handful of dried bonito flakes, which squirmed oddly when in contact with the heat from the food. Cassava | WC: 595 Words. / 1522 Words.
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Post by Cassava on Apr 15, 2019 11:28:32 GMT -5
Cassava beamed at the mention of a potentially filling meal. This guy seemed to understand the true appetite of a Saiyan, and judging by his use of ingredients, he knew their tastes too.
He jumped on her request for a beverage. Besides food, this Sho character was quite the mixologist as well. Perhaps the two went hand in hand?
Cassava herself was far from a chef, most of her attempts at crafting her own meals ended in chewy overcooked meats, and plain rice. Despite the simplicity of even that meal, the Saiyaness was able to ruin most recipes due to her flighty headspace. It was hard to multitask, yet in a battle she managed to effortlessly. Maybe you excel with where your passions lie?
The heavy glass was set before her. Sho had quite the proud expression plastered on his face. Of course, she quickly picked it up and went to town downing the deceiving liquid. She chugged for a solid five seconds before setting the glass down with a content sigh. It was good. Citrus surprisingly complemented the stout ale. Cassava wasn’t a frequent drinker, but this was nice, refreshing even.
Sho hastily continued on to express what knowledge he possessed on Saiyan’s alcohol tolerance and preferences. He also made mention of an old man---so he did have Saiyan blood. She should have noticed that with the overly wild hair. Still, a Saiyan chef was something interesting. Most of their people went straight to fighting and war at such a young age. With the advent of the peace accords and the United Species however, relations between Saiyans and the rest of the galaxy were relatively good.
“Ah, you do look a little like a Saiyan now that you mention it, I’d love to hear about how you wound up in this career sometime!” Cassava chuckled and raised her glass back up for a slightly smaller sip. She didn’t want to get lost in the high potency of the alocohol.
The young man spoke on about his choice in setting, stating that the city was too much of a hassle to make a place of business. Cassava could only imagine the plight of a business owner; she had been employed by the Dominion since a young age. She never had to mess in the job market too much to find something she might enjoy; instead, she was a sword pointed in a direction of conflict. She did her job well, though lately a change of heart has made her much more into diplomacy than fighting.
She watched the collection of colorful vegetables he was currently cutting through. The myriad of colors mesmerized her. Each vegetable were in all different shapes, though the pieces were all uniform in size. She recognized the potatoes in this shape, but what the man was about to do perplexed her.
“A-A French fry and vegetable pancake?”
Her honey colored eyes locked onto the sizzling griddle. Though Sho was busy cooking, he was sure to entertain his guest with conversation still. He spoke on his guests, and the variety of people he likes to meet in his job. A social man was what he was.
“I see! It’s good to meet new people; gives you some culture . . . or at least insight into other’s plights. I like to meet people as well, see what is important to them, and learn about different cultures. I can understand.” Cassava added as she watched the pancake get flipped with ease. It wouldn’t be long until he covered them in a drizzle of artistic condiments, all of which teased the Saiyan’s appetite.
He cut up the hearty portion and finished it with bonito flakes. This type of food wasn’t something the woman had tried. It was an odd mish mash of cuisines from what she could tell---but beyond that she couldn’t fathom how it tasted. That was, until she dug in for herself.
Hot fries, breading, and melting mayonnaise filled her mouth.
It was. . . DELICIOUS!
More and more she went in, her face covered in a mix of the sauces. A few decorative bonito flakes also made it on to her face as well. She was beginning to look more like a plate of food than a woman.
In between her bites she looked towards Sho with a thankful nod.
“This is---so good! THIS WHITE STUFF, to die for!" Cassava licked her fingers and brushed the back of her hand at the mess on her face. At least she looked clean while she finished the rest of the first course.
“Wow, though. I wish I could cook! I would save so much money not going out all the time. Not to mention, my waistline would thank me too.” Cassava jested while her eyes looked to her stomach with a sigh. The woman was far from fat, but, you know women.
“I wish ya did lessons!”
Cassava finished the rest of her plate, her fingers even managing to wipe up the last bit of remaining sauce. TAGS: Yoshokua || WC: 842 \ 1889
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Post by Yoshokua on Apr 15, 2019 14:25:21 GMT -5
By the time Cassava had dug into the first course, Yoshokua was already started on the main, cooking chopped bacon and the vegetables together in a pan, then used the bacon grease left over to get some nice color on the stew meat. Still, he paid attention to his customer as she ate the dish. Sho gave an un-stifled laugh as she saw her face covered in food, and tossed a napkin next to her plate. "I could definitely teach you how to cook if you'd like. Really, what helped me learn was wanting to cook for other people, so my reason for cooking ultimately made me a chef to begin with."Upon seeing the now empty mug and the slightly flushed cheeks of his patron, Yoshokua left his beef cooking in the frying pan and reached for a sealed bottle in the fridge. The bottle was filled with a light orange liquid and tropical fruit, mostly pineapples. Sho broke the seal, causing the bottle to spurt out some orange fizz for a moment, and then poured the drink into the Saiyaness' pint glass, and then filled his now half-empty beer glass with it. "This is Tepache, it's a fermented pineapple drink I learned to make on Earth. It tastes a little like booze but it's non-alcoholic. I can fetch some beer if you'd like to mix that with it, it's pretty good that way."Sho retreated back into the kitchen to retrieve his bacon, stew meat, onions, and carrots and put them all in an old-fashioned dutch oven pot. The food was then covered in burgandy wine and the entire thing was put into a real-ass oven. Sho set his old-fashioned egg timer for just about five minutes, and grabbed his own plate of Okonomiyaki fries and stood at the table roughly opposite Cassava. "The way I learned was actually a pretty good way to start. Really, if you sit down and master a recipe, learn the steps to create what you'd want with what you have and even learn to customize it, you can basically make a lot of other food. All dishes, no matter what country or planet or universe they're from are all created from a handful of techniques for cooking. My dad really liked stews, so the first thing I learned to perfect was a really good stew for him. Once I learned how to make a stew, I could use the same techniques I learned to throw together curry and chili. Honestly, that was how I showed fondness for my dad: he was a very... traditional Saiyan warrior, he didn't show a lot of affection, but when he appreciated my cooking I could see it on his face a little. The ironic part is, the more I learned to cook the more I wanted to be a chef, and the more he saw me as a failure--"Yoshokua stopped in the middle of his sentence and sighed. His own awkward silence was broken by the kitchen timer. "Sorry, I'm probably oversharing."Yoshokua pulled the pot of food out and flavored it with some beef stock, mixing it in with the cooked meat and vegetables. In a bowl, he presented the stewed meal of carrots, bacon, onions and potatoes: they were perfectly soft and covered in a dark, almost molasses-like, liquid, and was served with a fork, spoon, and knife. "The main course, Beef Bourguignon."Cassava | WC: 577 Words. / 2099 Words.
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Post by Cassava on Apr 15, 2019 20:07:35 GMT -5
The aroma of caramelizing pork and vegetables tantalized her nares. Truly, the woman felt as if she were in heaven.
Every bite sent electricity up her spine and lulled her into a trancelike state. Cassava was practically making love to the utensils as she tried to savor each bite. While normally this amount of food may overwhelm a woman, the Saiyan appetite surely knew no bounds. So, she sat, and continued shoveling food in her mouth while speculating on the next saliva inducing surprise.
At least the man furnished a napkin as soon as she embarrassed herself with her messy eating habits. She quickly made use of the napkin, her face now free and clear of food; at least, until she went in for more later.
"Ahhh, so you seem to be the type who wants to give. You probably give it all in your cooking, especially for people you care about."
Cassava chuckled at the half-Saiyan's reaction to her empty mug. Despite the minute amount of alcohol flowing through her veins and a blush on her cheeks, she felt completely sober. Perhaps the hearty food was taking away some of the alcohol's effect? Either way, Sho was quickly back with another bottle of tropical smelling liquid. She leaned forward eagerly, her lazy eyes shifting between him, the drink, and the food cooking in the background.
"Earth has some nice food and drinks though, that's for sure," Cassava paused, her fingers idly playing with the napkin which was soiled with condiments and crumbs.
The half-Saiyan turned his back once more and got to work with his next meal. A large pot was made use of, then a bottle of wine. A timer was set, and the young man soon joined her with some nourishment of his own. She focused in on his food as he began to make conversation.
Cassava felt a string tug in her heart as she listened to the chef's words. He started to please his father; a father who sounded very similar to her own. Bint was always about his service, always about the son who would be a top tier warrior for the Dominion. While she had changed his mind about her ability to fight despite her sex, he was still a stubborn old man forced into retirement by his traumatic memories. Being a captain of an Oozaru Special Forces squad was a lot, a lot of death.
Cassava listened to him and nodded at each word. It was good that he could still remember the fond memories and not just the negative. Not all hope was lost for a relationship between the Sho and his father, if he was even still alive or around that is.
"That's really kind of you though. To think about others, and what they want---then aim for it. My father was the same way though, stubborn old men who refuse to see a different day for our people."
Cassava blurted out her words with conviction behind them. She meant them. The Saiyan wanted to push her peaceful and economically safe plans into the Kingdom of Saiyans. Unfortunately, not all her people were ready to stop their fighting and become accountants, or at least, peaceful.
"Oversharing can be good sometimes. Trust me, you'll probably never cross my path again after this, right?" Cassava chuckled and sipped down a bit of the pineapple drink. Perhaps she did want the extra booze after all.
"Yeah, more beer too please," The Saiyan murmured as if she was being too much of a bother to a man meant to serve her for the evening. Or, at least until she finished her meal. She observed him curiously as he hoisted the pot around and prepared a heaping bowl of the dish for her.
Cassava looked down at the dish eagerly, her chopsticks picking up a piece of the braised meat. It melted. Literally melted in her mouth. If not for the bit of caramelization on it, she would have thought she was chewing air. Alas, it was real, and right in front of her. She went in on the bowl, though a bit slower this time. Each bite she savored, this wasn't the type of dish to scarf down without a being thankful.
"Mmmmm, it's so---my god, is there spice in here?" Cass jokingly suggested that he put drugs in his food. She clearly didn't think before speaking.
"I love beef! It's one of my favorite meats, but---this is lovely. Really and truly Sho! I may have to hire you to be my personal chef!"
As if she could afford one. Still, the compliment to the man still stood though, despite her insinuating they'd never talk again after tonight.
Suddenly, Cassava recollected that she completely forgot to answer the man's question. Why was she out here? She nearly choked on a piece of beef before regaining her composure. The Saiyaness then downed a generous amount of the pineapple drink before looking him awkwardly in the eye.
"W-Well---I travel around a lot these days. I've been doing a lot of aid work around the various quadrants. Tonight though, I'm off duty. I came here to look for my old man. Caught wind that he may have been here, yet---not in sight anywhere. I guess he's off to the next planet to fight, get beaten due to his age, and toil. Eventually he would get old and die, right?" Cassava stifled the thought, her mind shifting to the fond times they shared. While she tried to regard him in a good light, it was hard.
"So, I'm just laying over here for the night, then out in the morning. To be honest, your stand being here gave me something to do tonight. I'm having quite a good time!" The Saiyan woman chewed down a glaze covered carrot before picking and picking more at her bowl. TAGS: Yoshokua || WC: 983 / 2872
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Post by Yoshokua on Apr 17, 2019 2:05:32 GMT -5
Sho was struck with a feeling he hadn't felt before. It was almost familial in nature, but even though she didn't prattle on about it the way he did, he could tell that Cassava and he had a lot in common pretty quickly. It wasn't necessarily even the words she spoke that made him feel that way: her tone and the way she carried herself and the expression on her face honestly reminded him of his own when he thought of his own father. Maybe there was a reason why she'd been his only customer tonight- or may that kind of "destiny" talk was rather dumb, Sho was of two minds when it came to that stuff. No matter what, seeing the Saiyaness enjoy his food so much had made Sho happy, but the thought of being likely to never see her again felt strangely painful. It was weird to find a kindred spirit like this and feel so threatened to lose what they had, even though their friendship had literally only begun that night. All Sho knew was that he needed to properly process the sudden wave of emotions that shot through him, and he figured making dessert was a good excuse a bit of focused silence. "I um-- I relate to what you say a little too much, actually. The reason I'm on New Sadla isn't even to do this, it's actually because my dad died a couple weeks ago."Creme Brulee was pretty good choice for dessert for the restaurant because it's pretty simple to make, but has a sense of prestige and spectacle to it. Yoshokua was a lot more stoic than pretty much any course in order to properly focus on the food without getting lost in the emotion of the moment. The half-Saiyan cook scraped a couple pods of vanilla into a heated pan full of heavy cream and sugar, and then separated several egg yolks. After the cream mixture cooled, he put it into the egg yolks and whisked vigorously. "I actually don't know that many Saiyans, I don't even know that much about Saiyan culture other'n what my Dad taught me and everything he said about it would force me to be-- well, the opposite of who I am. But... I need to see how my dad grew up, first-hand."Sho turned on an electric kettle as he fetched a set of ramekins to pour the custard into, as well as a casserole. Finally after a few minutes of carefully pouring the custard into the ramekins and then the boiling water into the casserole dish the ramekins were in, he put the food into the oven again. Yoshokua paused in thought before grabbing his own small bowl of stew and sitting down again. The chef took a sigh of relief, he was pretty sure he had his thoughts together. "The thing is, I'm like you. I might not be doing aid work and I might jus' be a drifting cook, but driftin' is all I've ever known how to do. I've only ever known how to drift from place to place, but cooking always made wherever I went feel like home-- and yes, that is tremendously corny, I know. Listen I-- oh crap."Sho had never set a timer. Immediately, he jumped from his seat and pulled the casserole tray out, lightly burning his hand. What matter most was that the creme brulees came out perfectly, and so they seemingly did. Yoshokua made a test with a gloved finger to make sure they were well cooked, and all was well. "THAT-- was stupid close-- anyway, might wanna stand back a little for this part."After waiting a few moments to cool, Sho plated the traditional creme brulee with a few raspberries and a berry sauce around the ramekin, and covered the custard in a fine sugar. After taking a sharp inhale, a small jet of fire came from Sho's mouth and cooked the sugar, creating the crunchy traditional creme brulee shell. "Your Creme Brulee is served."After giving a few moments for his guest to enjoy her dessert, Sho grabbed his own custard and doused it in flame, creating a similar perfect shell. With a CRNK! he cracked the topping and enjoyed alongside his customer. "What I wanna say is I kinda feel a connection to you, we have a lot in common. Don't get me wrong--"Sho gave an awkward, shy chuckle. "I'm not tryin' to pick you or anything. I'm not that guy. But... I wanna be friends cause you seem like someone different from anyone I've met in my life."Sho put his own mobile device onto the table and smiled. "So, let's keep in contact. At the very least if we come across each other somewhere out in the universe, I'll make you some food. Hell, maybe I'll teach you some things."Cassava | WC: 832 Words. / 2931 Words.
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Post by Cassava on Apr 17, 2019 19:40:39 GMT -5
It was nice to sit and enjoy a meal with someone, hell, anyone. Her job and duties kept the Saiyan busy, there wasn't much spare time to spend amongst even friends for a quick meal. She often traveled too, which didn't help her to maintain her relationships with friends. To be frank, the woman hardly had any friends left who didn't think she was crazy for trying to profess a peace amongst her race and the greater galaxy.
Alas, her mind was wandering now. Sho piped up after her rambling on her father and her presence here on New Sadla. Despite her completely missing his question earlier, he stared at her with an awe while she spoke and ate. Perhaps he was just elated that she was eating his food, and was looking for reactions of any king?
Or maybe, he was really interested in what she had to say? The thought made her stupid grin, look a little bit stupider. It had to be the alcohol rushing through her veins, yet---she fought back the flustered cheeks for now---or at least she thought.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she spoked before hanging her head in regret. Sometimes these subjects could be sensitive, therefore, she couldn't be too brash with her words.
Sho moved back to his work, vanilla immediately filling the tiny diner. Cassava inhaled sharply, her body melting at the soft scent. She couldn't be sure what he was making, but it smelled good. So she sat, and enjoyed his conversation for a while more. It was odd to see a Saiyan who didn't even know his culture---she could only imagine what that was like.
"I see. Putting on his proverbial shoes? New Sadla is probably a bit different than back then, especially with more recent events. Still, meeting the people and seeing the place, it's endearing to know where he came from I bet."
The man, busy in the kitchen, was making something elaborate with the various dishes and the mixture. He even layered the water into a pan. What on New Sadla was he crafting in his kitchen!? The woman learned in her eyes squinting to catch a peak as she listened idly.
Just as Sho mentioned their likeness, as well as his lifestyle, the man remembered something in the oven. She shot up and over to the oven to retrieve the baked dishes. Cassava could only wait now---so close, yet so fart away was the sweetness of dessert.
Stand back? She leaned back, her eyes widening as he doused the decorated dish in flames! She felt the heat upon her face, she had to check to make sure she had eyebrows after the flames were dismissed. It had been a while since she had seen someone use fire breath, though, was it clean for food service?
"Crème Brulee? Sounds milky. . ." Cassava inquired before poking the top of the crunchy dessert. Then, she immediately grabbed a spoon to dig in. She crunched and dug to the bottom of the dish. The Saiyan then fumbled to get a berry onto her spoon before taking the bite. It melted in her mouth, and the hardened sugar disappeared within a few seconds.
"Mmmmm! Hmm?" Cassava listened to the man's sentence. He felt a connection? Was it due to the Saiyan blood both coursing through their veins, or perhaps their mutual respect of one another? Surely the man made plenty a friend then in his various travels throughout the stars. He probably would just forget despite h---wait, he was still talking. He was chuckling. His entire energy had shifted, alas, she kept eating her dessert while listening.
"Friends?" Cassava paused, "I seem different? I-I'll try to take that as a complement?"
Her honey-colored hues shot towards the mobile device he placed upon the table. His smile accompanied it.
Cassava dug up the last few bits of her last course, before ruffling through a small leather bag she carried with her. From it, she manifested her own phone to set upon the countertop. Two fingers pushed it towards him before she eagerly picked up his own.
"Of course! Hmmm, what to save my names as. . . 'Weird girl I met #84, Saiyan, Young Adult, New Sadla, Superrr cute.~" Cassava was drunken at this point. Her girlish ways managing to break through her stern exterior with the aid of alcohol.
"Ca---sa-vuh"
The Saiyan spoke aloud as she typed her name within his phone, along with her contact details.
"That meal was way too fast though. Hopefully when, not it, we meet again---I will learn a thing or two from you. . . and not burn down your cute diner." TAGS: Yoshokua | WC: 786 | 3658
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Post by Yoshokua on Apr 20, 2019 0:31:34 GMT -5
Yoshokua made a mental sigh of relief as Cassava humored his slightly awkard request. A part of Sho worried that she might say no or the situation might have been uncomfortable, and he honestly wasn’t one to take rejection well. That little part of him that was anxious about her response was thankfully squashed and something wonderful was achieved: FRIENDSHIP! Sho chuckled at Cassava’s own drunken self-description as he typed his own description into her phone with his contact details: Sho (That one nerd who cooked for you). After she finished the dessert, he put down the phone and went back into kitchen with a handful of his own and his patron’s plates. “Do you really think I know eighty-three other weird girls, or that they’re on my phone in that order?” asked Sho, still chuckling. He threw the dishware, cups, pots, pans, and other cookware into the dishwasher to make sure that they’d be ready for the next opening of the Diner. He also put the remaining food items still away, and anything cooked was put in the fridge for leftovers. Finally, he cleaned every surface of the kitchen until it was sparkling, and then checked the time. “Next time I see you you’re definitely getting into this kitchen, I’ll have some interesting food for you to check out, too. I’ve been hunting for this weird squid: I hear it’s delicious and that it actually moves after you cook it, or chop it, even though it’s dead. There’s some interesting ways to prepare it I really want to try.”
When Sho looked into his reflective pots, he saw the exhaustion on his face, as well as a bit of the alcohol. He was tired, it was at around two A.M. it was probably about time to close up and find a place to sleep in the city or camp out in the wilderness. “I think I’m about ready to pack it up,” he said as he pressed a button on the fridge. Everything in the little box started vibrating and whirring, until it all disappeared in a gigantic white puff of smoke, and shrunk into two little poi poi capsules. On the ground was nothing but Sho’s backpack, which hie picked up and got ready to move out. Before then, a thought crossed his mind. “Hey, so you’re probably more tied into Saiyan culture than I am, so I have a request. If you hear the name Rudavega, give me a ring, yeah? That’s my pop's name, and I’m sure you’ll never hear of him since he’s a low class Saiyan deserter, but if for whatever reason you hear it please let me know. I need as many leads as I can get on that guy if I’m ever gonna know who my dad really was.”
Sho gave a final smile before waving off and walking toward the edge of the plateau the diner was on. “See ya.”
Cassava | 509 WC / 3440 WC
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Post by Cassava on Apr 20, 2019 20:37:23 GMT -5
The evening with Sho had been great thus far. Now, as they sat entering their contact information into each other's phones, it was evident how much they truly got along. Was it odd to give someone your number after one day of meeting? Probably. Alas, Cassava had a good feeling about the half Saiyan. Sho jested about her comment of being the eighty-forth girl in his phone that fit such a parameter. While she didn't truly believe that herself, the teasing of the young man was entertaining. Her drunken rambling was mostly just to keep herself sitting upright and not taking a nap on the ground below. Still, the woman fought off the toxic effects of the alcohol now warming her cheeks. Sho quickly got to work organizing the area. All the cookware was neatly and precisely loaded into a dishwasher. Everything that was still edible was tucked into the fridge and stored properly. It was clear that Sho was ready to rest tonight and was preparing his departure. He soon admitted that as well. The thought of a warm bed suddenly overwhelmed the Lieutenant. "I'm glad that there will be a next time."
Cassava nodded, her tired eyes expressing her need to leave for the evening as well. Sho spoke on the odd ingredients he planned to use in the future if he could get his hands on it. "Yeah, it's about time for me to rest too. Have a shuttle to grab tomorrow. I'll---keep an eye out for him though. I don't mess around on the planet too much, but I am moving around a lot of Saiyan people and hangouts. I'll give ya a shout if I hear a tiny snippet of anything."The woman stood, her wobbly legs managing to keep her upright for the time being. Sho walked towards the fridge, and after pressing a button the entirety of the diner was nowhere to be found. She looked to the backpack with a grin before waving farewell to this next companion. The Saiyaness certainly looked forward to her future affairs with the chef. TAGS: Yoshokua || WC: 349 | 4007
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