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Autumn Flint still couldn't see. But after a night of feeling useless (even is she could help take out undying) she felt it was time to do something that relaxed her. Being out in the field wasn't a really plausible long-term sort of thing, and she wanted to see how she was at cooking. She was familiar with it. She used to joke she 'could do it in her sleep'. Well. This was almost the same thing, right? Sure it was.

So, Autumn found her way to the kitchen. Ok. She had this. She could do it.

First step was to gather her ingredients. Having some recollection of where things were kept, Autumn moved towards the kitchen holding the dry ingredients. The first thing she opened and grabbed a pinch of tasted... floury. Grainy. Oats, maybe? Not rice, not flour, not sweet like granola... Autumn decided it must be oats. Or flattened puffed rice. She really didn't know. But it would work. It could be a very nice base for what she had. There were so many things she could do with this. It was was practically flavourless, so whatever she chose to do would be fine. So she set it on the counter and fumbled around until she found something that had to be a saucepan. After some more fumbling she had a cup. It felt like a measuring cup, so she took one full scoop of the grains and tossed them in the saucepan.

So far so good. It felt nice to concentrate on something so simple..and kind of succeed at it.

Ok. Now she needed to flavour it. Hrm. The dried fruits might work. Autumn made her way back into the pantry, and felt around a few things. She sniffed one thing (apple?), then another (tomato?), and then...well. This was odd. She couldn't quite place the smell. Pinching off a tiny bit, she put it on her tongue. Regret filled Autumn Flint. A pepper. A hot pepper. A very hot pepper. She thought she might cry, even as she gasped and coughed. Her hands. It was on her hands. Anything else she touched would be tainted. Her eyes watered and she fought the urge to rub them. No, no, no. Peppers still in her hand, Autumn made her way to the sink. Water wasn't the best...but she was intent on doing something here.

It was a full twenty minutes later that Autumn felt well enough to continue. There was still some burning in her mouth, but she could work past that. Not wanting to spread the pepper any further...she added the peppers to the oats, then washed her hands several times. Spicy oats. That's what this was. It made no sense, but her mind hadn't been exactly clear when she'd made the decision to drop the peppers in; she'd still been very thrown by the BURNING.

After some more hand washing, just in case, Autumn took a spoon and smashed the peppers into the oats. She added some water, and then smashed some more. A little bit of spice.... Which she didn't bother to taste because her tongue was rather useless, and she called it ready to cook.

It was only after the concoction was on the stove and simmering that Autumn realized how horrible it might really be. What had she been thinking?