[With his brain slowly rotating like a rotisserie chicken, Lobelia has successfully made it to the French restaurant... thanks to Alhaitham's guidance, probably. Anyway, he's here and in something resembling a good mood, yay!]
Surely you have both begun to tire of the food here.
[It's just more of what he's been doing all week: finding where Lobelia has been hiding himself and making sure he's got just enough of his senses. Increasingly reminding him and keeping him on track as his brilliant, absurd mind falls apart.
Anyway he's fine about it. It's fine! He simply picks up one of the menus.]
There's always the option of Hansa or I using the kitchen to cook ourselves.
[These are the last people Lobelia can pretend he isn't a sadomaso with.]
Then your opinion would be very different if it was something besides food, hm? And you called me demanding. [He shakes his head. But he's also following into the kitchen, at least more useful for actual helping than Lobelia but also he won't interfere with Hansa's Vision.]
[Alhaitham removes his cloak and then his gloves once entering the kitchen proper, setting them aside at the entrance. And then he goes to get every single ingredient Hansa asks because he knows Lobelia will lose track halfway through and Alhaitham doesn't know the kitchen itself well enough to direct him.
Better to handle it himself, and when Lobelia has other random things laid out he isn't surprised at all.
So: garlic, tomato paste, paprika, vegetable broth, cornstarch, vinegar are lined up by Hansa once he finds them.
And then he takes that marshmallow and just eats it.] You can peel the garlic. There's enough we can afford losing a bulb if you squish it.
Thanks, the both of you. [...He will move on to starting to put the ingredients together in a pot, step by step.] This is a spicy sauce for the potatoes. Patatas bravas. You two will love it.
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Week 4, sunday
Surely you have both begun to tire of the food here.
[This Is A Test.]
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Anyway he's fine about it. It's fine! He simply picks up one of the menus.]
There's always the option of Hansa or I using the kitchen to cook ourselves.
[Lobelia is banned from the stove though.]
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[SAYS A MAN WHO ABSOLUTELY LOOKS LIKE HE WOULD]
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I was interested in trying your cooking... but now? Alhaitham, I trust you'll keep that man in check.
[He'll take a supervisory roll, it's cool. Just don't let this freak ass Spaniard ruin a perfectly good meal with his shitty spices???]
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[Did Lobelia think Alhaitham was on his side here. Even if Hansa's taste is a little intense.]
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[c
can he]
Can YOU handle spice, Alhaitham?
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Be mindful not to reward him, Père. He takes to suffering a little too naturally.
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I had no issues with that dish you made before. [Or the remnants of it anyway. He sets the menu down to put his attention on Lobelia.]
How as it you put it before... you only like pain on your own terms? Anyway, I've hardly done anything to warrant punishment.
[So why can't he get treats. Not this treat but the principle of the matter.]
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[Mister getting off on suffering Lobelia?]
[But he's just going to stand up.]
I will go to the kitchen unless someone stops me. And to stop me, you'd have to tackle me.
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[Anyway, no tackling here, just following Hansa into the kitchen. He's here for a show and a meal, obvi.]
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Then your opinion would be very different if it was something besides food, hm? And you called me demanding. [He shakes his head. But he's also following into the kitchen, at least more useful for actual helping than Lobelia but also he won't interfere with Hansa's Vision.]
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[He will be pulling some potatoes out, moving to grab a knife so he can start skinning them over the sink.]
Get some garlic cloves, tomato paste, paprika, vegetable broth, cornstarch, and vinegar for me, if you would. Put the work in, guys.
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...It takes him a little longer than he should, but eventually returns with...
A lemon. Two packets of sugar. A can of tuna. Dried seaweed. And, inexplicably, a single marshmallow pinched between his fingers.
He sets the pile down with great confidence.]
Voilà.
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Better to handle it himself, and when Lobelia has other random things laid out he isn't surprised at all.
So: garlic, tomato paste, paprika, vegetable broth, cornstarch, vinegar are lined up by Hansa once he finds them.
And then he takes that marshmallow and just eats it.] You can peel the garlic. There's enough we can afford losing a bulb if you squish it.
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[.....These ingredients. He sees.]
Thanks, the both of you. [...He will move on to starting to put the ingredients together in a pot, step by step.] This is a spicy sauce for the potatoes. Patatas bravas. You two will love it.