fabrecation | 007 [Voice]

[He is so. Tired. Of. That. Singing. 8|]

Couldn't you just write it?

I'm too busy to write right now. ♪

[Asch can't be as tired of it as Luke, though, who just wants to bash his head against the wall to make himself snap out of it. Instead, he just clears his throat and makes sure he isn't gearing up to sing before he talks again.]

I'm trying to cook for everyone here.

It's not like you're the only one who can cook. ...I don't even think what you do can be called cooking.

I'm a lot better than some people. [NOT NAMING ANY NAMES...]

... H-Hey, uh... You think- I mean... Do you want to help me out?

[...What.] You can't be serious.

I wouldn't ask if I wasn't! Come on, if we cook together, the food would be a lot better, and everyone'll be happier. You want Guy to actually be happy about something, right?

He'll probably cry because it reminds him of something. [Noooooot exactly conceding.]

Then how about we try to cook something he's never tried before? [Not that Luke knows what that is, but it's worth a try, anyway.]

...Hmm.

[Think, think, think... what kind of foods did Baticul import to Hod? Surely there's something they grow or catch that Guy's never had.]

...I guess we could try chicken miso. It's more of a Kimlascan dish.

[AHA. Asch said WE. Luke silently gives a cheer by pumping his fist and grinning to himself, then gets back to the conversation at hand.]

Then let's try it! I don't think I know how to make that... [Well, he knows the basics from watching everyone else make it, but usually they don't let him try.]

Are you good for anything...? [Asch's potshots against Luke are a bit strange at this age; they come as frequently, if not moreso, than his elder Luceti counterpart, but they curiously lack their usual venom, like Asch is trying too hard to hate him.]

I'm trying to be. [Luke can tell, too; He doesn't feel that bristle of anger or his self-esteem being kicked down when the younger Asch insults him. Now it's more like just a bit of annoyance.]

Hmph. I'll be in the kitchen. [Which is exactly where he's headed, whether Luke is there or not. Someone has to properly direct these things D|]

[And that's exactly where he is, and he's flipping through a recipe book to see if there's chicken miso on there. He's pretty good at following directions, so he's not completely terrible... Just misjudges sometimes.]

[Asch spots him from the doorway, peering in dubiously for a long moment as if still trying to decide whether or not he should even bother. Finally he steps in fully and heads to the lower cupboard, dragging out a pot.]

You won't find it in a book, it's a Baticul specialty. Just look for a basic consomme broth and I can take it from there.

[Luke jumps a little and stares at Asch for a bit, stuck between saying hello or just getting started.]

O-Oh... Okay. [So, he'll settle on turning to look for the broth. Thankfully, he knows what consomme is from overhearing it a few times, otherwise he'd have no idea what the heck he's looking for.]

[He's a bit short for it, but with enough effort Asch gets the pot on the stove. A few utensils and some extra ingredients later, and he heads over to where Luke is standing, peering at the recipe. ...And feeling shorter. Why is his stupid replica so big now 8|]

Did you find it?

[Ha-ha ha-ha ha, I'm bigger than you now~ 8D]

Yeah. How much do we need? [He sets two cans down on the counter after digging around in the pantry a little bit, just in case they need more than one.]

[Canned soup? 8| Replica are you mad. Mother would be so ashamed.]

Make enough for everyone. Whatever's left, we can put in the ice box. [Asch studies the recipe, brows furrowing for a moment before he decides it's acceptable.]

[At least Mother would be very gentle about her shame. 8|]

O-Okay. [The kid's just ten years old and Luke still feels like Asch is the boss of him. Doesn't really surprise him, though; Luke is just seven-years-old and all. He rubs the back of his neck and glances at the recipe, trying to get a good idea of what he's making, then gets to work.]

Did you make this a lot?

[Asch shrugs.] not a lot. I watched the cooks make it sometimes. It's Mother's favourite.

Oh... Oh! [He'd nearly forgotten, because back in the day he barely cared about what anyone else ate, and when he did she didn't have it made as much because of her illness.]

I'll... ["have to make it for her sometime", but he doesn't want this whole cooking experience to turn sour, so he scrambles for another train of thought.] ... Maybe it'll be Guy's favorite, too!

Don't be stupid, Guy likes seafood. [GOD, replica. Asch says this as if it's the most obvious thing ever D| He ignores theorizing what Luke might have said in favour of starting to mix up the recipe. And naturally this involves dragging a chair over to the stove, but oh well.

He stirs quietly for a moment, then adds in a soft, vaguely bothered voice,] ...I don't know what to call you.

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