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[suspense_kills_me]

Who: Red and You!
Where: The Kitchens
When: April 7th
Rating: G/PG
Summary: The Real OTP of the Blacklist? Red/Food

The Story:

It'd been a while since Red's decided to cook anything for anyone beside himself but today, was a different story. Red spends most of his day in the kitchen of the mansion making a meal Dembe taught him how to make years ago, fenugreek porridge, a Sudanese dish that's believed to soothe troubled stomachs, and other various aches and pains. Red figures since there's a war coming on, a number of the residents of Wonderland might need something medicinal to help with their stresses.

He'll also take requests from anyone who happens to come into the kitchen, assuming they can put up with his singing.

Your table manners are a cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it

You better listen, better do what you're told
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it

Comments

[beatupgrass]

"I ain't ever had a problem with it. Like they rest of me they're reinforced." He pockets the bottle cap out of habit, more than necessity. You never know when you might need one. "I never have to worry about breakin' a nail... And for some reason work fine with touchscreens, so that was a practical application of science."

He mockingly raises his bottle.

[suspense_kills_me]

"And no irritating fingerprints."

Red turns back toward the stove and checks what he's cooking one last time before dishing out two portions, one for himself and one for Rocket. He's honestly not sure the best way to serve it for someone who is a raccoon, so he puts a spoon by the bowl. Whatever's most comfortable would work for Red.

"Enjoy."

[beatupgrass]

He has extremely dexterous fingers, so he's grateful for the spoon so he can eat like someone who is not an animal, though it wouldn't be the first time he's just buried his face in something and licked the bowl clean.

He lays the beer down on the floor takes the bowl and the spoon and shovels in a mouthful, ears perking up at the taste. "...Shit. That ain't half bad."

Oh wow. A whole compliment from Rocket. What a world we live in.

[suspense_kills_me]

Red wouldn't want anyone to have to eat like an animal, that would be unfair and fairly rude. Rocket talks & clearly has opinions, so Red doesn't see a reason the same as he would treat anyone else in this place.

"Thank you."

Then he helps himself to a bowl.