Dining with Friends[OPEN]

[grace]

Grace really loved cooking, it was one of the only normal things she was good at, and cleaning. How stereotypical you could say. The mutant took the elder's hand softly and lead her down the hallway. Then she went down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen. Grace knew the basic area of the mansion since she spent couple months simply wandering around by herself. She had a pretty good memory, and she was served correctly when they arrived at the vast kitchen. The Korean looked around the various cabinets, refrigerator, and shelves for the proper ingredients she needed. It seemed there was a lot of random bits and pieces, but she could make it work. Grace was creative.

"I'm glad you're in the mood for Italian, it is one of my more experienced 'genre'," she said, as she started pulling random things off the shelves. Grace had the counter full of different kind of ingredients that she was ready to use. "Well, I hope you like pasta, because I make some delicious pasta, I've perfected it over the past decade or so," Grace spoke, as she got a large pan tray. "Can you help me with the pasta?" she asked, as she got a large pot and put it on top of the stove. Grace added the bags of pasta into the bowl and started to add water into it. Adding salt into the water, she started to heat the pot on medium. "If you ever need help cooking, feel free to ask me, Jean," she said with a smile. "Now while we wait for the pasta to boil, we need to spread this garlic butter onto the loaf of bread, for obvious reasons," Grace instructed Jean, taking out the loaf of bread and cutting it in half. "Italian is not Italian without garlic bread, I always need garlic bread with Italian," Grace said, feeling the hunger inside of her.

Cooking your own food always made it seem to taste better than buying it. Grace was spreading the garlic on the bread, as Jean would follow suit. As she was doing this she constantly checked behind her to see if the water was boiling yet. It was then a small preteen boy came into the kitchen. "HI THERE! What are you guys making?!" the boy asked excitedly. It was obvious the boy was hungry, and Grace would share once they were finished. In the meantime, Grace ripped a piece of the bread and dipped it in the garlic spread. She handed the piece to the boy with a pleasant smile. The boy excitedly took it and scarfed it down instantly. "Wow thats good!! I'll be back when you guys are finished!" the small boy said with an excited grin.

[phoenix]

Jean walked into the kitchen with Grace, who automatically looked as if she was home. The Korean girl walked to cupboards and searched out the proper ingredients to make pasta. Cooking was a foreign art to Jean while many say it as a domesticated hobby. The psychic was out of tune when it came to cooking over the stove. It might be easy for to obtain spices and such in hard to reach places when you are able to levitate things, but telekinesis did not help her cook any better unless one would suggest reading a true chief’s mind. It was different for Jean try to remember such small and detail things as if she enjoyed cooking before the amnesiac episodes, but considering she felt misplaced in the kitchen and would feel more at home in the lab, Jean was safe to assume she wasn’t a five star chief in the least.

Starting out to handle the tasks Grace had given her, the red head accomplishing multi-tasks in a mere second or two. After locating the necessary ingredients and lending a small hand now and then for Grace, Jean stood back and allowed the Asian to her thing. As a younger boy, perhaps a student, came by and was rewarded with a piece of bread with sauced dipped on it—Jean set out to steal her own delicious snack. A rather large piece of bread levitated from the bundle and giving it an extra helping of sauce, Jean smiled gratefully and munched on her treasure.

“This is really good.” Jean complimented, obviously her little trick was giving her much satisfaction. Turning to Grace after polishing off a good chunk of break, the woman looked to the stove and watched the water come to a close boil. “Where did you learn how to cook so many different cuisines?” Jean asked, watching the boy run off with Grace’s gift to him, no doubt planning to fulfill his promise to come by and eat when they were finished.

[grace]

Grace simply smiled with happiness as she finished spreading the garlic butter sauce on the bread. She was happy to hear that Jean liked how this was going so far. Grace got the bread and set the bread into the oven. She didn't turn on the oven on yet. The female started to get some ground beef and cheese, she started to chop up the beef. "Well, when I was a weapon for a general, he expected great food and I took the job, because you know... when you're a weapon there isn't much that interests you. So I decided to take up cooking," she explained.

Grace Knight got a the aluminum tray, "Can you get the pasta pot and dump the water out in the sink, then the pasta on the tray?" she asked. Grace enjoyed, in a way, watching Jean use her powers to help her cook. It seemed almost magical when they were cooking. Once Jean had set the pasta on the tray, Grace had put a layer of marinara sauce over the pasta. Then she would put a layer of ground beef and cheese. Grace would repeat these two steps so there were multiple layers of marinara sauce, beef, and cheese. "It's kind of easy how I make pasta, you get used to the limited ingredients when you're in a third-world country," Grace said with a laugh.