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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 8:37 am
He LOVED the food here, but actually making it was another question. While some of the other hunters here were taking great joy in mixing or baking this and that, he was left standing by a massive table with big balls of dough and a simple direction. Knead this till it was done.
Hands washed, he stared at the balls of dough in a apron that was far too small to even cover his body and was tied by the tiniest end of it's ties to even keep it together.
He grabbed the dough and just picked it up and dropped it. Was this it? Welp, he was going to try, and as he did, he looked about for any food he could possibly have as a snack.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 8:50 am
Lawrence frankly loved to cook, for him it was easily as satisfying as writing music or playing the piano. When it came to camp though, he did not actually want to volunteer his efforts. To him cooking food in such a horrible environment with such cheap ingredients was an insult to the craft, it was like being asked to play his favourite music on a cheap children's keyboard. He wouldn't do it.
That day he'd stopped by the kitchen mainly to observe what was being done rather than to volunteer any help at all. What he saw made him set his mouth in a very thin line.
"Have you ever kneaded anything before?" he asked critically. He wasn't wearing an apron because he didn't intend to cook.
Lawrence also tended to sneak up on people like a cat, so Kai might not have even heard him arrive.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 8:56 am
Kai had one main reaction to being surprised - and that was swinging at what his brain clicked as a threat. When someone spoke right behind him, it sent out a very straight alert to his brain.
"What the -" He said as he turned around, dough-sticky hand already in a fist ready to punch at whatever was about to attack when he stopped it at seeing a thin stick of a man he actually knew. As far as his short time at camp went, that was a surprise too but not one he wanted to punch at.
Dropping his hand, he breathed out. "I was about to lay your a** down. You're out of nowhere."
Picking some bits of dough from his hands, he shrugged. "I mixed a few things before, but I didn't do any kitchen duty like this. Grandmother was the only one that made biscuits." He said as he picked up the dough ball and dropped it again, letting gravity just do it's thing to do whatever it was supposed to do to the dough.
"You here for food?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 9:37 am
"If you'd been able." Lawrence said coolly, if anything he was more concerned about getting the dough on him or his hair than being punched. "But no harm done."
He moved around to get a look at the man's disastrous handiwork. "Ah, patriarchy, leaving too many men hopelessly useless in a kitchen." he shook his head.
"I'm not hungry, I was mostly inspecting the hygiene standards of this place since I'm expected to eat the results of this kitchen. It is a bit of a disaster." He gestured.
"Someone already put flour down for you, if you didn't yourself. Get it in a pile, make it into a ball and shape it till it stops sticking. Stop dropping it. Get more flour if you need it."
He couldn't help it, irritable at seeing even the mess in here be manhandled by useless hands. "Pretend you are grandma."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 9:41 am
"Oh? Then should I slap you over the head for disrespecting me or take off my slipper and throw it at you." He said, thinking of his grandmother in a fond way.
"It's already a ball." He said, not sure what shape he was talking about. There was a container of flour nearby, but he didn't think of using it. Reaching over, he tilted it and dumped some on the table and then put the ball right on the mountain. Dough was flour after all, and then he just rolled it around and around like you would a ball.
"This place seems good. I don't see anyone sneezing into stuff or scratching their hair into it all." To him, it was actually pretty clean. "Not a hospital though, Doc."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 9:54 am
"God forbid it was a hospital." he said looking horrified at even the thought of that being the case. "Not that our infirmary is much better half the time without staff trained in appropriate hand hygiene and sterile technique."
He irritably moved over to where the spare aprons were hanging and picked the cleanest looking one he could find, donning it and tying it in a one handed surgical style knot before heading back over, washing his hand patiently and nudging Kai over a little with a bony hip.
"They don't clean up either." he said with restrained irritation. "And sneezing isn't as bad as cooking without hand washing."
"You don't just roll it like that, you roll it like this." And he demonstrated carefully on the dough he'd seized. "Except you do it with two hands. Because you have two. When you are happy with it you do this." and he demonstrated pressing it with the heel of your hand.
"You do it until it stops looking so lumpy, it should be smooth and hold its shape. You have the muscle to do it, you can accumulate the skill."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 10:13 am
The way the man spoke made Kai wonder if he was going to snap his fingers after, and then he just left. "Damn. Guy couldn't stand it and peaced out." He said to himself, going back to roll the ball of dough.
In a moment the Doctor was back in a apron and tried to hip him out of the way. The act just had him staring. Did this motherf* think he can actually shove me? Smiling, he stepped aside and let him take the floor. For one hand, it was amazing to see him just start working the dough, but he guessed Doctors were on a next level of handiwork.
"Okay. Alright. I got it I think." He moved to take the ball of dough back as he was sure the guy didn't feel like cooking, and pressed it down too which made a much larger indentation than Lawr's hand.
"You cook a lot then?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 11:04 am
Lawrence watched Kai's work with a keen and critical eye. "Push it forward too." he said, reaching over to guide the other man's hand a way with his own. "Less clumsy."
This done he nodded. "Yes. I do. Cooking is a soothing hobby, chemistry which can affect people's mood as much as any drug. Endorphins, satisfaction, it reaches to a primal need."
He shrugged. "It is also quite frankly something to do."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 11:29 am
Doctor said to push foward. He pushed the ball forward.
What he didn't expect was to have a moment with the man to push his hand for him, and he suddenly couldn't help but think of the scene from Ghost. Did that make him Whoopi?
Girl had rocken hair.
Amused by his own thoughts, he pushed as Lawr showed him, noticing the tone in his voice. It said frustrated teacher, which wasn't the first time he heard it.
"Can't argue with that. Great motivations. Food. Roof over your head. Sex. All parts of livin."
"You should like you get bored fast." A real busy body, and with how he dressed, it all said efficient. That was probably why he was a doctor. The motivation to keep moving and not stay in one spot. A brain train.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 1:25 pm
It was acceptable at least how the dough was now being treated. "If you don't do it right it will just be a tragic brick of bread rather than fluffy. So you need to do it correctly."
He looked a little irritated at the implication he got bored fast. "I actually can have almost limitless patience with the right motivation, I simply don't have much tolerance for people with potential who stubbornly do the wrong thing when they could do it correctly. I am tired of eating second rate food. My body is a temple and should be treated accordingly."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 2:07 pm
"So like, how you eaten back in the other place. People said the food is trash. They got a restaurant somewhere then?" How did a guy who thought this place was terrible manage to eat?
"I'm not doing this on purpose. Just never cooked bread before. Or like, nothing that didn't just involve heating up some water or turning on a microwave. More into just eaten what's good than being a temple. Kinda take what I can get. Good on you for respecting yourself that way if you can do it."
He hoped he didn't have to help making bread all the time unless they gave him a free pass on the food that was being made after.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 3:09 pm
"I purchase all my own food fresh and prepare it myself. I eat very well." When he did actually eat. "And I'm sure you aren't disrespecting that bread on purpose but the fact of the matter is you are doing it any way, just keep going."
He shook his head, moving back over to wash his hand again. "What a ridiculous place Deus is."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 3:31 pm
Eyes back on the dough, he returned to working it as the Doctor instructed, rolling it and then pushing out slowly.
"How so? Ain't like - beach island of people who talking staffs and stuff kinda on it's own weird?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2017 5:43 am
"It's weird yes certainly." he said. "But overarching strangeness doesn't negate the fact that people ignore some important things about hygiene and important things for normal people. They become strange detached monsters, like something wearing a human skin without quite enough human nature or weakness. It's quite unsettling, wait until you have to deal with how very humorous many of them find death."
He shrugged. "So yes the weapon thing is strange but it merely precedes even more strangeness."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2017 6:51 am
"That's ******** up. Don't think I'd be down for anyone kidding about the death of a person. Disrespectful. Whoever it is or what they did, you're just a punk who don't know nothing if you think it's funny to laugh about someone being gone like that. Freedom and living are what we're blessed with even if life can be s**t. Still gotta remember yourself and things could be worse. Just cause you're alive doesn't mean you can rub it in everyone's face." The fact he wasn't behind bars, could stand here making good food, and no one was trying to kill him were all major blessings.
"You see a lot of them as patients for stress then?" Or maybe it was the doctors that made fun of death.
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