☆` if my heart was a compass you'd be north.
Characters: wavesoakedlegs, behisstrength and kagayakashi.
Location: 12th Olie Street.
Time: BACKDATED to Mitsuhide's birthday, April 23, evening time.
Style: I'll start as prose, but I'll match you guys if you go action.~
Status: Closed :)
The moment she got off the line with Motochika, Gracia wasted no time in getting everything she needed done for the dinner. True, she had never prepared an entire meal before, but now was the perfect opportunity. She'd learn whatever she needed to along the way, right? It wouldn't be so hard! As she made a quick jog to the marketplace, she already had a list in her head; unfortunately, Gracia's lack of experience in the kitchen made for a difficult trip. She had to go back and forth from the marketplace, the plaza and the library to thoroughly prepare herself for what she had volunteered for. Sumashijiru -- traditional clear chicken and pea soup -- she'd tasted it numerous times before, but making it was another matter entirely. Then, there was her surprise for the main course. Could she really pull off cooking using honzen-ryouri?
Well, that was all she was familiar with at the moment. Her father gave her cookbooks too, didn't he? Plus, if she asked for a little bit of help from the locals...
After a painstaking three and a half hours, Gracia arrived in their empty house with numerous bags filled with ingredients. She wiped the sweat off of her brown and placed them all carefully in the kitchen. She had to move fast. Her surprise would be ruined if they came home and she wasn't done cooking!
The redhead stared at the ingredients one more time, an almost defeated look on her face.
"Ohh, this seemed easier to do in my head..." If only Kai were with her, or maybe even her husband. They'd try and help her, and they certainly had more experience than her. She shook her head and the expression on her face turned into determination.
"I can't give up now! After all, it's father's birthday today. He's expecting a wonderful meal when he gets back home with Motochika."
Once she was done pushing aside unnecessary thoughts about home for now, Gracia began her work.
At approximately 7:47 PM, almost four hours after she arrived home from her shopping trip, the redhead finally finished her birthday dinner. Gracia looked worse for wear; parts of her hair were sticking out from the bun she put it in prior, there were food stains all over her clothes and on her face...It took her a while to get the stove up and running without exploding in her face too. The kitchen itself was a huge mess. It looked like a hurricane dropped by.
But as she looked at the outcome of her hard work, she had to smile widely. The table in the dining room was decorated with a minimalist taste; three bowls, three plates, three cups and three chopsticks were set. In the middle was a row of basic appetizers she had found laying around in the kitchen -- pickles, vegetables, beans. In the very center of it all was a very large lacquered, multi-tiered bento box. The owner of one of the restaurants in the plaza was kind enough to lend it to her, and good thing since he only owned one. The food inside was what Gracia worked on the most, involving much rolling, kneading, steaming and chopping. For now however, it remained closed.
The soup bowls were filled and the lids were on, the tea was brewing quietly in the background (if there was one thing Gracia was sure she got right, it would be that. Tadaoki was an avid practitioner of the tea ceremony, and he taught her a thing or two during the time they've spent together.) She glanced over at the counter near the sink. The peach vanilla cake she requested from the bakery was sitting in its box, awaiting dessert time.
With a tired smile and a deep sigh, Gracia went up to her room satisfied and prepared herself for dinner. Her heart raced as she washed herself clean from all the dirt and grime (the kitchen would be cleaned up later).
"I hope I did everything right. The eggs were last in the dish, weren't they?"
Despite finishing the job, Gracia continued to muse. As she pinned her hair up in a style that matched her father's own ponytail, she bit her lip and took a breath.
"I should go tell Motochika that everything is ready."
She marched down to the living room, took a seat on the sofa and messaged Motochika's SFC, that it was safe to go home. Gracia stifled a yawn, and stretched comfortably on the plush cushions.
Any minute now...She couldn't afford to nap...
Gracia sat upright and waited with fervor. She hoped that her father would like what she prepared. She had a lot to make up for, considering her position back in Japan, with him and --
-- well. She had to save those thoughts for another day.
((OOC: Tagging order depends on who tags this first? xD))
Location: 12th Olie Street.
Time: BACKDATED to Mitsuhide's birthday, April 23, evening time.
Style: I'll start as prose, but I'll match you guys if you go action.~
Status: Closed :)
The moment she got off the line with Motochika, Gracia wasted no time in getting everything she needed done for the dinner. True, she had never prepared an entire meal before, but now was the perfect opportunity. She'd learn whatever she needed to along the way, right? It wouldn't be so hard! As she made a quick jog to the marketplace, she already had a list in her head; unfortunately, Gracia's lack of experience in the kitchen made for a difficult trip. She had to go back and forth from the marketplace, the plaza and the library to thoroughly prepare herself for what she had volunteered for. Sumashijiru -- traditional clear chicken and pea soup -- she'd tasted it numerous times before, but making it was another matter entirely. Then, there was her surprise for the main course. Could she really pull off cooking using honzen-ryouri?
Well, that was all she was familiar with at the moment. Her father gave her cookbooks too, didn't he? Plus, if she asked for a little bit of help from the locals...
After a painstaking three and a half hours, Gracia arrived in their empty house with numerous bags filled with ingredients. She wiped the sweat off of her brown and placed them all carefully in the kitchen. She had to move fast. Her surprise would be ruined if they came home and she wasn't done cooking!
The redhead stared at the ingredients one more time, an almost defeated look on her face.
"Ohh, this seemed easier to do in my head..." If only Kai were with her, or maybe even her husband. They'd try and help her, and they certainly had more experience than her. She shook her head and the expression on her face turned into determination.
"I can't give up now! After all, it's father's birthday today. He's expecting a wonderful meal when he gets back home with Motochika."
Once she was done pushing aside unnecessary thoughts about home for now, Gracia began her work.
At approximately 7:47 PM, almost four hours after she arrived home from her shopping trip, the redhead finally finished her birthday dinner. Gracia looked worse for wear; parts of her hair were sticking out from the bun she put it in prior, there were food stains all over her clothes and on her face...It took her a while to get the stove up and running without exploding in her face too. The kitchen itself was a huge mess. It looked like a hurricane dropped by.
But as she looked at the outcome of her hard work, she had to smile widely. The table in the dining room was decorated with a minimalist taste; three bowls, three plates, three cups and three chopsticks were set. In the middle was a row of basic appetizers she had found laying around in the kitchen -- pickles, vegetables, beans. In the very center of it all was a very large lacquered, multi-tiered bento box. The owner of one of the restaurants in the plaza was kind enough to lend it to her, and good thing since he only owned one. The food inside was what Gracia worked on the most, involving much rolling, kneading, steaming and chopping. For now however, it remained closed.
The soup bowls were filled and the lids were on, the tea was brewing quietly in the background (if there was one thing Gracia was sure she got right, it would be that. Tadaoki was an avid practitioner of the tea ceremony, and he taught her a thing or two during the time they've spent together.) She glanced over at the counter near the sink. The peach vanilla cake she requested from the bakery was sitting in its box, awaiting dessert time.
With a tired smile and a deep sigh, Gracia went up to her room satisfied and prepared herself for dinner. Her heart raced as she washed herself clean from all the dirt and grime (the kitchen would be cleaned up later).
"I hope I did everything right. The eggs were last in the dish, weren't they?"
Despite finishing the job, Gracia continued to muse. As she pinned her hair up in a style that matched her father's own ponytail, she bit her lip and took a breath.
"I should go tell Motochika that everything is ready."
She marched down to the living room, took a seat on the sofa and messaged Motochika's SFC, that it was safe to go home. Gracia stifled a yawn, and stretched comfortably on the plush cushions.
Any minute now...She couldn't afford to nap...
Gracia sat upright and waited with fervor. She hoped that her father would like what she prepared. She had a lot to make up for, considering her position back in Japan, with him and --
-- well. She had to save those thoughts for another day.
((OOC: Tagging order depends on who tags this first? xD))