Dinner and Politics

[forcegalactic]

[As promised, at 5pm on Wednesday, the dining hall is prepared for a group dinner. Along the side of a wall is a long set of tables filled with food prepared by Mordecai, Sukuyo, and all their volunteers. One end has drinks (and a bag of blood on a fancy plate for Dio), which transitions into meals and then onto desserts. Two rows of tables are arranged with twenty-five sets of plates and silverware, all on neighboring seats.

Enjoy yourselves, chat with your neighbors, and remember: we don't need McDonalds to have a happy meal!]

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[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai stands proudly by the dishes he made: a seafood paella, fifteen hand-made hamburgers - his arm muscles sure are getting a bunch of exercise after all that meat grinding - and a small honey cake.

Anyone who passes by him while getting food gets the same statement:]

How you like it? If you want, we can have more meals together like this. We can always use more home-cooked meals, right? [NOT MCDONALD'S]

[nankurunaisa]

[What's Hibiki been cooking all day? Beef curry, that's what. There's a big pot of it, the biggest pot that she could find. Rice, vegetables, and a unique sauce—one with secret ingredients (instant coffee powder and melted chocolate) that give it a rich, sweet, and savory flavor.

Now, she hadn't told anyone she was going to make anything, but she still showed up and cooked her heart out. She's just as interested in chatting as she is with serving plates to people, so they can ask her to plate some up or wait until she's seated and eating to talk to her.

After yesterday's "body" discovery, this has been almost therapeutic to her.]

Hey, hey, you wanna try some curry? It's my secret recipe~!

[No arsenic added, she promises.]

[housenurse]

[so the first thing you need to know about Sukuyo's croquettes is that they might very well be the best thing you've ever tasted.

they're stacked high on a plate, fried brown lumps of diced meat. now, if they're near heavenly when they're made up of mysteriously sourced but definitely not poisonous ingredients, imagine how great they'll be when they're made of things one would definitely not be uncertain about calling food.

they don't look like much. prepare to have your mind blown.]

[rickdiculous]

We could also use some Big Macs and a few - few french fries.

[Actually not getting food at all tbh.]

[rickdiculous]

Pass.

[said as he walks by, burping loudly after he utters this.]

[rickdiculous]

These look like shit.

[Rick is totally inspecting these now.]

[housenurse]

They're modest, but delicious! And they're made from real meat! [she says, as if this is a special thing to be proud of.]

[rickdiculous]

You know what else is made from real meat? Li-literally half the things here. Jesus. Like - like you don't gotta go beating your meat about this. It's disgusting.

[housenurse]

It's still a novelty for me, to cook with actual food! I've had to make do with a lot less than we have here back home!

[looks on expectantly] You should try one, Rick-san! I promise you'll like them!

[forcegalactic]

I got hamburgers if that's what you want.

[He points over to a tray of burgers with tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and cheese. Real meat, real tasty.]

[nankurunaisa]

[Yeah, she's covering her pot as soon as he gets close anyways because she doesn't want any burp or drool in her delicious cooking.]

I wasn't gonna give you any to begin with!

[Yeah, she's real tough.]

[rickdiculous]

Who even are you. I mean, shit, there's like - like 20-something people here and you haven't even registered on my radar. Shit, th-that's kind of reason enough to say that I wasn't looking for any from you in the first place.

[rickdiculous]

No french fries. Where's the secret sauce. I - I don't like to use school grading systems because school is a crock of shit but - but that's a definite F from Grandpa Rick's school of cooking.

[nankurunaisa]

That just means I've done a good job of avoiding you. It's the best decision I've made since showing up here.

[rickdiculous]

Oh, well, gee. Somebody's got some - some reaaaallll self-righteous shit going on. What. Y-you haven't even tried talk to me once, I think. Christ. I don't remember and I don't really care.

[nankurunaisa]

If I tried to talk to you, would you be any different than you are during the trials? Yeah, just keep walkin'. I'm not interested.

[crimsonchin]

[ Asuka...actually knows Sukuyo can cook, but looking at the potato croquettes, she can't help but side-eye them a bit. They just look like oddly-shaped fried onigiri, surely they can't be that special, can she..?

...When she tries one, though... ]

...Oh my God.

[ How are they this good? She feels like she can eat twenty and still have room for dessert... ]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Fun fact, Ashley looks like a year younger when swallowed up by a huge coat. Who'd've thought.]

This. Sukuyo, these are amazing.

[But uh she hasn't been paying attention this week why is mom dressed like a stripper]

[housenurse]

Oh, do you like them, Asuka-chan? [oh she knows y'all love them bring on the praise]

[housenurse]

Oh, gosh, they're just a little something I always make for my family back home! They've never missed before!

-- Ashley-chan, you look so cute! [SHE'S LIKE A LIL JACKET POTATO...]

[charcoalfeather]

[It was already knowledge to Rakka that Sukuyo could cook. But she still can't help but look enthralled and impressed by the small mountain of food stacked on that plate. It's only better when she takes her first bite.

Rakka's eyes light up.]

Sukuyo...! This is amazing!

[housenurse]

I'm glad you like them, Rakka-chan! They're called croquettes.

[charcoalfeather]

Ah! These are the croquettes?

[Bite bite munch munch.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[don't make her blush] Huh- o-oh. Thank you, I just...wanted to wear it.

B-but whether it's easy or not- it still tastes good! I can't cook, like...at all.

[rickdiculous]

Close-minded anti-McDonalds bullshit.

[Just gonna very...very quickly flail his hands at her pot and walk away.]