[week two - wednesday]

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[ Well, for Particular Reasons, Xion decides to spend some time in the kitchen today doing her absolute best to cook.

She knows virtually nothing about it, and though she's got a recipe book open on a counter beside her as she works, she seems to be ... struggling. ]

I have the butter, I have the flour.... [ She groans. ] I don't even know what a whisk is!

[ please help her, she is Suffering ]

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[impulsiveness]

[It's okay, Xion. Your suffering will end soon... That, or intensify. Could be one of two.

But Jason will wander into the kitchen while she's talking to herself, still pretty banged up from his expedition with Damian but feeling better than he did in the last two days. When he both sees and hears her frustration, he can't help but to pipe up with:]

... Uh, need a hand?

[Literally a hand, because that's all he can move right now. Ba dum tshhhhh...]

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Oh, Jason! [ It's Jason! Her friend! He--

why is he here isn't he hurt is his shoulder in a what is that? oh god why is he here.

Xion, who'd lit up for just a moment in happiness to see her friend, immediately sours with worry. ]

Umm...

[ Then again. She is struggling. Xion frowns down at the ingredients and various items in front of her, then looks up at Jason again with a frown and a shrug that is mostly in her face. ]

... are you sure? I can figure it out...

[ She does not sound confident. ]

[impulsiveness]

[X I O N............... He's cocking an eyebrow at how cha cha smooth and unsubtle that was, though he takes no offense to it. She's worried. He appreciates it. He just wishes she didn't immediately sour like that.]

What? I'm all right, not dead. Of course I'm sure.

[Trying to wave away her concern with inappropriate jokes. He takes a look at the ingredients she has set out, before looking back at her.]

What recipe are you trying out? At least let me give you some pointers.

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But you're...!

[ Hurt, she doesn't say, and instead just sighs hugely. Somehow, she thinks Jason won't let that stop him, so. Okay. ]

Well, I was going to try making cookies. I'm really lost, though. The ingredients I've been able to figure out, but some of the utensils I need are a total mystery.

[impulsiveness]

[She's absolutely correct in thinking that. Sorry that all your friends are stupid, Xion.]

Utensils? [Well. He did hear her complain about a whisk, didn't he?] You usually need a whisk and measuring cup for the batter — but what else does the recipe ask for? I'll help you track them down.

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Well, I found the measuring cup after looking around for a while, but I have no idea what a whisk is.

[ She looks frustrated. ]

And, um ... a spatula.

[impulsiveness]

[X...ion................ He's not going to shame her, but he does approach one of the kitchen drawers in order to pull it open. With his uninjured arm, he pulls out one (1) whisk.]

... This is a whisk. You use it to mix the batter.

[And after setting the whisk down on the counter top, he takes out a spatula.]

And this is the spatula.