iron chef will one day be set in space

[umuh]

CHARACTERS: Bella Swan & ( ??? )
LOCATION: Passenger Quarters | A Kitchen
WARNINGS: Not all food is liable to be edible? None right now. Will be edited if applicable.
SUMMARY: Bella attempts cooking with what's available. Hey, it's all good for calming down and thinking, right?

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[habitformed]

A head appeared in the doorway. Or rather, a tuft of platinum blonde hair which stuck out at very strange and unruly angles appeared in the doorway. It just happened to be attached to a head, as well as a set of scrawny shoulders and an appropriately scrawny everything-else which belonged to a teenage boy. He was small for his age, closer to five feet than five and a half, and he wore a very odd expression as he looked inside. It was an exaggerated expression - one that seemed almost too large for his small face - like Charlie Chaplin acting in a silent film. His eyebrows were lifted high and his mouth formed a very small 'oh' shape, though he made no sound.

When he saw that the kitchen was occupied he smiled in a friendly way.

Instead of saying hi, the boy made a little hiccuping noise in the back of his throat.

Hey.

[umuh]

It takes Bella a short while to notice there's anyone else who's come in recently, if given the layout of the rooms she wasn't surprised. That her visitor hadn't spoken up was a bit more surprising. Usually people were better at announcing themselves with more of a throat clearing than he'd managed.

Had he even managed one?

Setting down her can of condensed milk, which she'd picked up again in search of a proper can-opener. "Hey," she said, offering him a small smile. "Were you also looking to use the kitchen?" Glancing at the counter she was using, she bit down on her lip. "I shouldn't be in here too long, if you wanted to make something."

An awkward pause, and she reminded herself about introductions. "I'm Bella." Her smile was a bit more genuine, less self-conscious, for approximately seven seconds.

[habitformed]

"Bella."

When the boy spoke, he revealed his voice to be quiet and rough with disuse. It had a habit of breaking in the middle of words which just made him pull the occasional face; he didn't like he sound of his voice, he thought it was stupid and made him sound lame, but people everywhere made a habit of talking and not everyone could figure out the odd pantomime of his hands and face.

With a finger, he pointed at himself and then smiled in a lopsided way. When he did, his lips pulled away from his teeth form a grin and, from beneath his bottom lip, a tiny silver ball glinted as it revealed himself. A smiley piercing, it was called, and for obvious reasons. "Mouse," he announced and then dropped his hand again with something off a huff. He peeked his head in a little further then inched his way along one of the walls in Bella's direction.

He pointed at the can of condensed milk. "No rush."

[umuh]

"Nice to meet you, Mouse

[umuh]

Bella turned her head toward Big Macintosh, grimacing in a prelude to an answer for his question. "I think it's bacon," she said, voice betraying the degree of her uncertainty. "Dehydrated something or another. Space food

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"Uh," Bella said, or rather didn't say, not sure she wanted any help. It was more a matter of what she was used to. One person in the kitchen got things done: two tended to get in each other's way if they didn't know each other well.

It was a decently large kitchen, on the other hand. "Think you can handle beating the batter until it's smooth?" She needed to get everything in the bowl first. Afterward she could fiddle with the skillet and figure out how fast this range heated up.

"Bacon?" She reminded herself that he had the whole horse-y thing going on for him. Maybe he was a vegetarian? "It's... meat? From a pig. Not sure if this stuff ever was, to be honest, but it's supposed to be."