Temporarily occupied warehouse, Friday evening

[vdistinctive]

Everyone was on the island and in one piece, even if their homes weren't. There were no classes to worry about, and Eliot had finally stopped ranting about whether or not he needed to hire contractors to fix up Luke's.

It was time for a family dinner night.

"Okay," Eliot announced as he wiped his hands dry on a dish towel. "We've got spaghetti and farfalle -- bowtie pasta, Parker -- marinara and alfredo, both meatless, and meatballs for the carnivores. Everyone has to take at least a little salad, and there's wine or soda to drink. Please tell me someone remembered to set the table."

The "table" in question was some leftover counter top from rebuilding Luke's kitchen, propped on two saw horses, but that was okay. It matched the "kitchen". Which was several camp stoves arranged on a salvaged desk.

They really maybe needed to think about getting an actual house to live in again.

[for thems what know, up early to be nice to scheduling!]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Thank you, little mama," Hardison said. "Glad to see someone here appreciates creativity in the kitchen."

[tigerundercover]

"Sugar is basically the best thing ever," Raven said. "Other than protein."

She was into quick bursts of energy, yes.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"The Hot Pockets have pepperoni in 'em," Hardison said. "An' some of the other ones have chicken. So you can get both!"

He knew Kathy had been sadly influenced by Eliot's prejudices wouldn't eat them, so he hadn't made any vegetarian ones.

[tigerundercover]

"You're the best," Raven said. "Though . . . I kind of want bowties too. Do they make pasta hot pockets?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"They should," Hardison said. "You mean Hot Pockets made outta noodles instead of the breadin'? An' you could dunk 'em in a sauce. Like a deconstructed lasagna!"

[whoisalicewhite]

"Here." There were now two big spoonfuls of bowties on your plate, Raven. "Could you put pasta in a pocket? Would that even work? Have some meatballs too, they are delicious."

[tigerundercover]

"Thanks!" Raven took a big whiff of meatball and nodded. "I bed you could. Little pastas. Like macaroni."

[whoisalicewhite]

That was going on the list of Stuff to Make. Parker would never be the chef Eliot was, and she knew it, but hey. Sometimes it might be fun.

"Can you cook at all?" she asked, curious. "Not that you have to. 'Cause we have Eliot." Who lived for that stuff.

[tigerundercover]

"I'm pretty good at roasting things," Raven said. "But that mostly just involves sticking it in the oven and turning the heat way up. Or putting it on a spit over fire. I can't do anything more complicated than that, though."

[spin_kick_snap]

"I could always teach you some of the stuff I know how to make," Kathy volunteered. "Though a lot of it is Korean."

As Raven knew already, considering they lived together. Not that Kathy bestirred herself to cook much anymore.

[whoisalicewhite]

"Really?" Parker looked pleased and hopeful. "Cool. Is there a Korean dessert we can start with?"

[spin_kick_snap]

"Ummm..." Kathy tried to think of a dessert that was relatively easy easy to make. "There's always Yul-lan, uhh, chestnut cookies. You boil a bunch of chestnuts, cut them open, mash them up, and then mix them up with a syrup made with cinnamon and sugar and stuff. They're really delicious."

She smiled down at the table, eyes swimming with old memories. "Fall fair food. K-town has a bunch of fairs over the year to celebrate."