Ann Can - no, no, not finishing that joke

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Who: Anna Lin, Souji Seta, Sora
What: Lessons in Hunan and Hong Kong home cooking
Where: Creche Alpha
When: Shortly after this discussion
Why: Souji missed Chinese food, which Anna happens to have grown up with, and offered to teach them how to cook. Bring your own ingredients!
How: Prose and prose-like actionspam
Warnings: Shouldn't be any triggers, but I'll edit this if this changes

Anna set up the small stove, arranging little dishes of diced onion and vegetables on the small counter in the mess hall in the Creche.

She actually missed KP duty back home. She was missing her home something awful, recently; speaking with Stephanie had made it bearable, on the one hand, but she also thought about it more. Her birthday coming up didn't help.

Anna was not going to advertise that if she could help it.

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Anna looked up at the two of them, and smiled. She indicated a couple of chairs and asked one, simple question:

"What did you bring for me to work with?"

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"Vegetables, spices, some kind of dark meat poultry..." Souji lists off, wondering whether she should be amused, aggravated, or sympathetic toward the brusqueness of the question. She wasn't one for small talk, especially when it would delay dinner, but this girl was really...focused.

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She laughs. "Spices. Honest to god five-spice powder. You are a woman of intelligence and grace and let no one tell you otherwise. Means that we can make a decent stir-fried chicken, specially with the peppers I found."

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"Thanks."

She blinks once at the compliment and sudden change in attitude, but that probably just means she's found another food-lover, and she's not going to complain about that.

"Think it's going to be stir-fry quail or something, though."

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"Shame we couldn't get the eggs and marinate them for a bit," Anna says.

And yes, she's a foodie. What other luxuries are there to enjoy, after the Bliss?

"That works, though. Just going to need a lot of - ah, that you have. And save the bones for soup," she says. "Do you know how to use a knife or cleaver?"

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"On food or on people?" Souji asks, as deadpan as she can manage.

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Anna pauses, clearly unsure whether it was meant as a joke. Then, she shrugs. "At the moment, it's culinary training. Combat training is a whole 'nother class."

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"I can definitely manage, then. I've lived more or less on my own a lot," she says, cracking a smile to hopefully clue Anna in on the joke.

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"Good," Anna says. "Best way to learn. Okay then, take this -" she hands you a cleaver - "and dice some veggies while I work on disjointing the birds, okay?"

She takes a quail and scores it's skin. "For lack of better fat," she says.

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Souji takes note of that. For all her ability to make food out of random leftovers, she did still rely on storebought things that apparently didn't exist here, like cooking oil.

She gets to work on the vegetables, dicing them neatly and quickly in a practiced manner. Stir fry wasn't a hard dish, so she could concentrate on doing it right.