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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[whoisalicewhite]

It was a comforting white-noise-argument that Parker only poked at when she wanted to keep it going. So yeah.

"Something with chocolate. Maybe. Something with meat? I like meat. Well, I'd make something without meat for you." She smiled at Kathy and sniffed at the marinara, which looked delicious. "Chocolate toast? Is that a thing? It should be a thing."

[vdistinctive]

"I'm . . . actually kind of curious to see how that would turn out," Eliot said, looking faintly appalled with himself.

[whoisalicewhite]

"See, this is why we need a new place," Parker said, giving him a pleased look, and then putting lots of pasta on Kathy's plate. Then her own. Then Kathy's. "Eat, eat, eat. I can experiment!"

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy looked a little nervous. "Wait, experiment with our plates? Like right now?"

[whoisalicewhite]

"No, no." Parker gave their plates a speculative look, then relented. "No. Fair warning when I do, though. I'm going to make you eat more. And something proteiny so you get more muscle back on. Eliot, what goes with vegan protein?"

[vdistinctive]

"I mean, basically anything," Eliot said. "Most vegan proteins are pretty bland. They'll pick up whatever flavors you cook them with."

[spin_kick_snap]

"I'm okay with eggs, too," Kathy volunteered. "I'm not vegan, I just can't--" Her mouth twisted and she shook her head. "I think I might start trying fish again, soon? It might not be quite as, err, evocative as most meat."

God, she craved a good steak. Or a hearty plateful of Korean barbecue. Or even that bowlful of meatballs. But she wasn't entirely sure if she were the one craving meat or if it was...something else. Better to deny, then, than to give in.

[whoisalicewhite]

Ooo. This was going to be fun to experiment with. Later, though. Parker gave Kathy a considering look. "Tofu and tofu, and eggs, and something like ghost peppers." Yup. That was her first choice for Kathy.