Cooking!John - RP for sweetsalome

[john_ispyro]

He isn’t exactly sure what possessed him to do it. He’d only talked to the girl a couple times online, and she seemed nice and all, but he didn’t know her very well. But, she was in town, and he’d just happen to invite her over for dinner. He said he'd cook

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[sweetsalome]

There was a long list of things she had done that were bad ideas, that one time she tried to shave her legs with a straight razor. The time she licked the light socket (which wasn't that bad), and of course when she tried to pierce her own belly button. During those times she always knew, in the back of her mind that maybe this wasn't the best idea. That being said, she didn't have that thought in the back of her head this time. Which could possibly mean that the light socket thing had been a little bit worse then she expected.

In cases of dinner parties (or just dinner at someone's house) she found it in good taste to bring an addition to the meal. Her first inclination was to bring wine, but being under age it wasn't something readily accessible. So, she made brownies, caramel brownies, and as she stood at the door and knocked, she wondered if he liked caramel.

If he liked brownies. Who doesn't like brownies, people who were allergic to chocolate.

Perhaps she was over thinking things.

[john_ispyro]

John was just cutting up some vegetables when he heard the knock on the door. "Just a second!" he yelled, though there was a carrot stick clenched between his front teeth. He set down the knife and quickly washes his hands, and made his way to the door, dishtowel still wringing through his hand.

He didn't exactly dress up for this - he was at home, of course, but hey, at least he put on a pair of nice, clean jeans and a simple black shirt. He padded through the apartment, barefoot, and opened the door. There she stood, the blond-haired girl, holding a plat of what looked like brownies.

"Hi," he said, and realized he still had the carrot in his mouth. He took hold of it, but bit of the end, chewing. "I'm John. Come on in."

[sweetsalome]

At the sight of John she was glad she didn't dress up either. shorts and a long sleeved top was her usual wardrobe and there wasn't a reason to change now. all of a sudden she burst out laughing at the look of him and shook her head.

"Nooo, you gotta say 'What's up, doc?' I mean, c'mon, there was an opening there, with the carrot and all." Still laughing, she stepped inside and carefully slipped off her flats.

"Hi, John, I'm Salome. It's really swell to meet you, thanks for inviting me for dinner. I was going to bring wine, but I'm not a big fan, it screams 'I drink this because I think I should.' So I brought brownies. I hope you like brownies, I'm babbling, I'm gonna be quiet now."

Promptly she shut up.

[john_ispyro]

John looked at the carrot in his hand, and looked back at her, rolling his eyes but grinning. "Ha ha," he said, amused.

And then she said swell, which made him raise an eyebrow and also make a mental note to probably tone back on the fucks tonight

[john_ispyro]

John grabbed two plates out of the cupboard when he told his little story. "Well, it was my birthday and there were candles but my stepdad was yelling and being a jerk, and I just got mad. And then there was fire everywhere. I didn't know what was going on. I ran away to my friend's house down the street. My stepdad found me later, and took me to see my Mom, and when I saw my Mom in the hospital... I ran, like, for real ran."

He had scooped out some stirfry onto the plates, and set them down on the island, and took the stool across from her. "Totally agree with you about the labels thing. Hate it."

John didn't realize it, but he was being hypocritical, - or, maybe not, with the new changes in his life. But once upon a time, not too long ago, he did believe in labels. Just not ones that dealt with sexuality, so he didn't see the connection in his head yet.

He pushed a fork at her. "So. Gonna try it?"

[sweetsalome]

"Golly that must have been scary, I mean, everything just going up like that!" She couldn't even imagine, fire was always wild and out of control in her mind. An element that no one could control, except John of course. Watching move around the kitchen she was silent for a bit and then took the plate that he offered him.

"Did your mom and stepdad ever figure out it was you that had started the fire? I mean not on purpose of course, but that you had special powers."

Taking the fork from him she gave him a great big smile, "of course I am, I told you I would." It looked as good as it smelled and when she took a bite she closed her eyes and chewed slowly. It was good, and after she swallowed she looked at him.

"It's great, you were totally right, it's the texture that makes tofu scary. Because this is delicious, you did a great job, thank you very much!"

[john_ispyro]

"You're welcome," he said, smiling. He liked cooking, and he was good at it too. He was surprisingly domestic, at times, but he always got 'cooking' as a chore when he was with the Brotherhood. Really, he found it relaxing. "I totally didn't mind at all."

"Yeah, they knew it was me. The authorities tried to get me to go back, but..." John shook his head. "I got good at avoiding them, I guess. My stepdad was an ass, so I didn't want to be there."

John took a forkful and chewed. He swallowed before he commented, "So I'm talking an awful lot about me, you know that? You're good at the getting-people-to-talk thing. I kinda suck at it, but like, this should be fair. Tell me about your family?"

[sweetsalome]

"I'm not very good at cooking, at being domestic in general. So I'm always impressed when people are good at this kind of stuff. I am trying to learn though!" The whole domestic thing is a recent change, grandparents will do that to you, at least in her experience