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There were two things Ron used the Sensorium for when he needed to get his mind off of missing Kim. One was training with Tai Shing Pek Kwar, and the other? Was cooking.

"Alrighty, tonight's meal du jour? Stir Fry à la Stoppable, cheese biscuits,a ndfor dessert? Chocolate cake.""

"Yay! Cheese bisuits!" Rufus squeaked.

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In spite of the fact she appeared to completely lack a nose, Jeka's sense of smell was still quite acute. And it was that particular sense, along with curiosity, that had lead her to the Sensoriums. On the other side of the door though, she hesitated for a moment or two, preparing herself for the other person or people's reaction.

It was the hesitation that irritated her the most. Before she'd been transformed, she'd never been this...timid. Ugh.

She took a deep breath and let it out, combed her fingers through her hair, and entered the Sensoriums.

"Hello," she said, managing a smile. "Am I interrupting? It smells divine in here."

Ron, being Ron, and not having snake-people on his list of phobias, reacted nonchalantly to Jeka's appearance, having seen a been friends with far weirder, one of which was sitting on his shoulder right now.

"Nope, no problemo here." Ron said, tossing around the stir-fry, managing to keep it in landing in the pan with hand-eye coordination he wouldn't possess in any other situation.

"Should be done in a little while anyways. Want any?"

The worrying she'd done and not so much as a double-take? Well, color her impressed, Mister Stoppable.

"If you don't mind," she said agreeably, slithering up to the counter between two of the chairs and coiling her tail up neatly beneath her. "I'm Jeka Wynzorr, Sensor."

She could wait until he had a hand free to shake, though.

"Ron Stoppable. And this is Rufus." Ron replied, cocking his head towars the naked mole rat, who waved and uttered a squeaky "Hello!"

"It's very nice to meet you both," Jeka said, disguising her pointed teeth with a close-lipped smile. She didn't want to terrorize Rufus too much.

"So, what's your universe like?" she asked curiously, leaning forward a little. His non-reaction to her appearance was unusual, in her experience. Most of the species in the UP -- in the known universes, even! -- were bipedal, so other forms of locomotion tended to get at least a second look.

Oh. y'know, the usual. Czared supervillains, mutated monkey men, cursed summercamps, spy organizations that have tubes leading to underground bases practically everywhere..."

"Aside from the supervillains and the spy organizations, all of that sounds pretty unusual to me," Jeka said. Well, there had been underground bases, but that had mostly been during the Blight, and no one liked talking about the Blight. "It certainly sounds exciting, though. Are you a superhero?"

"Me? Nah. KP's the hero. I'm the just the sidekick." Despite the negative connotations being dubbed as one can have, Ron actually seems pretty proud of his sidekickishness.

"That's close to the same thing though, isn't it?"

The thirty-first century didn't really have 'sidekicks'. If someone got involved in crime-fighting, they were either Legionnaires, Science Police, or espionage agents. Sometimes more than one.

"Eh, sorta. I just go along to be the distraction and backup/"

"Hardly an unimportant role," Jeka said. "Teamwork is a very important part of that sort of thing."

"Oh, it is important. I'm just saying I'm not the kick-butt action hero that everyone remembers like Kim is."

"I don't believe you have to be," Jeka said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Although I will admit it helps."

Now, Yoshimi isn't the most food-oriented person on the ~~planet~~ ship, but when she smells stir fry... hoo boy.

The pink-haired madam was standing very close to the door, eyes closed as she inhales. The temptation to knock, or possibly just throw the door open and use her fancy karate skills to steal all of the cook's food is extreme. She inhales again, making a little noise of longing as well as muttering in Japanese.

"Sugoi," she says, though, thanks to Stacy and her translator-thing, the word is turned to a more understandable form. "Wow." Her stomach agrees, as she has been trying her hardest to follow Wyn's advice and avoid the food.

"Uh, is anybody out there or am I just hearing things?" Ron asked, turning his head towards the door.

She ponders for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to reply.

Making a rather odd face (her way of looking sheepish), she opens the door, shrugging faintly. "Stir fry," she says by way of a reply, eyeing the cook before staring at the stove. "Sorry for the lurking; you cannot know how tempting that smells. Haven't seen hide-or-tail of anything that edible since the last breakfast in my own kitchen." Her natural awkwardness is overridden by the inherent awkwardness of the situation. She shuffles about... awkwardly, trying not to look... awkward. Obviously, she fails.

"Oh man, this cake better not be a lie, or I swear, Kung-fu master or not, I will pop you one."

Allen has sauntered in for dinner.

"Depends on what you call a lie. I mean, it is actually slop disguised as food. But it tastes like cake."

"Well, the lie's not your fault, so I'll let it slide this time." Allen slides into a chair. "Alright buddy, hit me with your best shot. I heard something about cheesy biscuits . . .?"

"Ayup. Let me grab..Rufus!" Rufus had already managed to down more than half of them.

"Hnk...sorry."

"...at least there's still a few left." Ron said, handig over the plate of biscuits.

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