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Suou Katsuya ([personal profile] sumarusfinest) wrote2018-02-27 03:42 pm
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Casual Culinary Soiree (for [personal profile] h_hollister )

Katsuya's had a field day with the recipes Hippolyta printed off for him from the Great British Bake Off. The Crossroads Cafe has been full of all manner of European desserts, rolls, pies, and breads while the officer has tried his hand at as many things as he could reasonably make in the time since Hips had shown him the show.

Sadly, he's unable to watch it since. Sumaru, Japan is still at least a decade behind in video streaming services or even the invention of the concept. He really hopes after dinner and dessert Hippolyta lets him watch more of it tonight. Katsuya's got a bag of ingredients in hand (and a couple more issues of that manga for Frankie to read) when he rings the doorbell at the agreed upon time.
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[personal profile] h_hollister 2018-02-27 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Sammy's the one who answers the door.

Unlike the other night, when he was letting his plaga flag fly, today he's on two human feet, and wearing a Pokemon shirt and jeans. No shoes, though. He's never quite gotten the hang of shoes.

"Katsuya! Hola! C'mon in, mum's got the food going."

With that, he scampers off toward the main living area. The hedge maze behind the master bedroom is still in fairly good condition, even a decade plus later, although the doors have all been replaced. Long gone are the upwards moving weirdo doors, as Hips liked to call them. Instead, they're just the usual hinges on the left, swing open kinda doors. (Although the ones leading outside are set in with lead-lined crystal. If Hips must do renovations, she keeps the aesthetic as close as she can.)

The kitchen is already bubbling with delicious sauces and smells, while Frankie sits quietly at the kitchen table. He's still full-on green, of course, and he's got his nose buried in yet another book. This one's called The Feynman Lectures on Physics, and it's a well-battered copy. You know. A little light recreational reading.

"Hey, there," calls Hips over her shoulder, presiding over a sizzling pan of beef filets. "If anything needs refrigeration, go for it."