"Hello, you've reached Kantera. If this is a medical emergency, please hang up and call a hospital. Otherwise, please leave your message after the tone."
[ time to haul EEL BUCKET to the KITCHEN and then start getting out ingredients for him: spinach and sesame seeds for the gomae, green onions, nori... then all the stuff for tare sauce, as well as assorted pots and pans. gonna eat well tonight, ]
The green onions and the seaweed should be chopped pretty finely, and then the spinach just needs blanched.
[ anyway, cooking montage go. by the time they're done the kitchen smells fucking fantastic, all sweet-sticky-savory from the grilling the eel in sauce and getting the dashi stock ready. Eve plates things up— the spinach and toppings each in their separate bowls, the green tea and broth in their own teapots for pouring, and serving of eel on rice for each of them. ]
...Not as good as my grandmother's. Or my teammate's. But I'll take it.
It smells delicious. I think Gardenia would be impressed with our work here.
[Has he mentioned Gardenia to Eve before? ...No, probably not. He speaks very little of his neighbors in the dream, on most occasions. But there's a warm fondness in his tone, tinged with the melancholy of speaking of someone he might never see again.]
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[He doesn't have like, Knife Trauma.]
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[ time to haul EEL BUCKET to the KITCHEN and then start getting out ingredients for him: spinach and sesame seeds for the gomae, green onions, nori... then all the stuff for tare sauce, as well as assorted pots and pans. gonna eat well tonight, ]
The green onions and the seaweed should be chopped pretty finely, and then the spinach just needs blanched.
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[doing all those things!! maybe we should handwave the cooking process a little,]
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Don't even start—
[ anyway, cooking montage go. by the time they're done the kitchen smells fucking fantastic, all sweet-sticky-savory from the grilling the eel in sauce and getting the dashi stock ready. Eve plates things up— the spinach and toppings each in their separate bowls, the green tea and broth in their own teapots for pouring, and serving of eel on rice for each of them. ]
...Not as good as my grandmother's. Or my teammate's. But I'll take it.
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[Has he mentioned Gardenia to Eve before? ...No, probably not. He speaks very little of his neighbors in the dream, on most occasions. But there's a warm fondness in his tone, tinged with the melancholy of speaking of someone he might never see again.]