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Itadakimasu~! [OPEN PARTY]
If the Mess Hall normally smelled like anything, it was the bland, flavorless glop that the crew was accustomed to eating. But if you were to pass by the room today, you might notice a different smell. A good smell - the smell of actual food.
Nanoha Takamachi and Miku Hinasaki have been hard at work cooking up a feast of authentic homemade Japanese cuisine, and the entire ship is invited. Have at it!
(ooc: Thread amongst yourselves; Nanoha and Miku will be tagging around and making sure everyone's having a good time, but it's a party!
There's pretty much every type of Japanese cuisine here that they thought non-Japanese would enjoy/be familiar with: Hand-rolled sushi, some gyoza potstickers, udon bowls, agedashi tofu, and a variety of other dishes. If you're familiar with it, they probably made some.)
Nanoha Takamachi and Miku Hinasaki have been hard at work cooking up a feast of authentic homemade Japanese cuisine, and the entire ship is invited. Have at it!
(ooc: Thread amongst yourselves; Nanoha and Miku will be tagging around and making sure everyone's having a good time, but it's a party!
There's pretty much every type of Japanese cuisine here that they thought non-Japanese would enjoy/be familiar with: Hand-rolled sushi, some gyoza potstickers, udon bowls, agedashi tofu, and a variety of other dishes. If you're familiar with it, they probably made some.)
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He did keep his eyes up, to allow him to see if someone interesting stopped by, though.
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The Front Lines!
Still, the particularly gleeful smile she seemed to have plastered to her face was more than enough to reflect her mood. She tilted her head forward to the party guests as they came through, grating white ginger atop the hot, dashi-soaked tofu chunks.
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Re: The Front Lines!
"Well you obviously worked long enough on this dish," Alessa commented with the expressionless look on her face. "What is it?"
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Nonetheless, Sasami kept up the work, tending to the various foods and helping those who needed it.
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The food, however, was completely new to her. The few human foods she'd tried (that weren't the slop served on the ship, at any rate) were mostly cake, fruit, smoothies, and popcorn--the kind of things that were typically around the Garage. Japanese food was completely new to her.
Spearing a gyoza with a chopstick, she gave it a skeptical look.
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"Did you need help?" she asked her friend, looking bemused as always.
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Dean's nose was already on full alert as he walked into the mess. Ok, so it was a bit more exotic than his typical fare, but he wasn't going to turn down the chance to eat something better than slop. And those potstickers looked really tasty. He loaded up with those, some udon, also some teriyaki skewers. (One of which he happily munched on his way to a table.)
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—delicately sampling a slice of salmon sashimi at his place by the table. His tail twitched complacently as the subtle flavors of this mysterious Earth meat formed upon his sensitive palate, savoring the texture and reveling in the sudden kick of wasabi as the bit of food melted away. Each ingredient seemed to provide a completely different element to the experience—which, of course, Aeneas found absolutely fascinating. Who knew humans could be so particular about taste? This creature was beginning to think he was the only one.
He was curious, however, and didn’t want to disturb the hosts from making all these wonderful dishes; thus Aeneas decided to inquire to a male that was not only approaching but also heavily enjoying his sustenance, and therefore probably knew something about what he had acquired. Or so he hoped.
“Excuse me,” came the delayed purr, mouth unmoving apart from the occasional grinding of his lower jaw, “Would you…happen to know what animal this comes from?”
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In the meantime he was just desperately happy to have real food.
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And it wasn't meat.
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"Not eating too much, are you?"
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"This is certainly a welcome change of pace." Satori gravitated towards the udon, serving herself before sitting somewhere around the outer fringes of a table. She handled the chopsticks gracefully, taking a small amount of comfort from the familiar ritual of a proper meal. "My compliments to the chef."
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"Good food." He murmured.
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Of course, between eating her own food (and she was trying a little of everything, all the food reminded her of home) she was making sure that Tailmon didn't eat too much. She was acting more like V-mon around food than herself.
"Hey, I told them to count you as three people, not six," Hikari said.
Tailmon frowned. "But food! Real food!"
Hikari just shook her head. "Yeah, but everyone else needs to eat too."
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She made a beeline for the Udon bowls first: they reminded her of the five flavored soup she had in her world, though she was pleasantly surprised as she was still getting used to friend foods, and the tempura was definitely new to her. After she was done with the bowl, she moved to the sushi, pleased in how it was prepared, and started to eat, dipping it in soy sauce and sighing. It wasn't quite from her world and yet it was: it had been awhile since she'd had regular food.
She looked over at Nanoha and Miku, smiling. "This is great! My compliments to the chefs!"
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"I think it's better," added Chamo, chewing thoughtfully. "Not that Konoka-neesan isn't a good cook, but this is the work of an experienced pair of chefs."
"Still though, it's been a while since we've had traditional Japanese cooking. I missed it." Nibbling on some sashimi, Negi licked his lips free of sauce. "Wow that is really good."
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"Whoops!" This time Reyna managed to drop her dumpling into her dipping sauce and splash some of it across the top of her plantsuit. Thankfully the thing quickly absorbed it while she focused on fishing her potsticker out of the little bowl of sauce.
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"I'd like to extend my compliments," he told the two who had prepared it when he got the opportunity. He was not fluent in Japanese, but he was passable, so he added a polite "Domo arigato" and could add the right honorifics after the names. It made him recall a few phone conversations with a Japanese colleague during his time in Sunnydale, which was the last time he'd employed a few Japanese words, actually.
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And... the prospect of drinking proper tea again might have come into things somewhere. Where the hell was Chachamaru when she needed her?
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He found an empty seat, but he didn't realize until he'd sat down that it was across from Evangeline. "Ah... hi," he said.
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