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why do we always say we're fine? [open]
Who: Frisk and whoever might be awake at this absurd hour
Where: The kitchen
When: 2/21 and onward
Rating: PG-13 for general Undertale content
Summary: I just can't keep worrying about these things that I can't talk about.
The Story:
They're not the best at cooking; why would they be, when they have no standards whatsoever when it comes to food? They've done their best, but it's not the best they could do, and they know that. They read a recipe off a book in the library (and they're still thinking of adding an extra "b" to the sign, for old time's sake), and they put things together in bowls and stirred and flicked on the stove (careful not to burn their palms, an alien sense of caution they're not entirely sure what they're meant to do about) and greased the pan with butter.
A few moments later, they have pancakes.
They're a little lopsided, the batter a little watery in some respects and too thick in others. Some sides burned almost black when they were left in the pan too long, but being really bad at cooking, they think, is the first step in being good at cooking. And they go through the fridge, picking out frozen bits of things and other things, and they end up with platters of strange creations - blueberry pancakes, blackberry pancakes, chocolate ones, ones with sprinkles and whipped cream, ones made with butterscotch pudding poured in the batter.
They may even need some help eating all of these. As long as you happen to be awake around midnight, and don't mind the burned-edge imperfections.
It just helps, having something to do with their hands, so they don't have to think about the dream-words that cut heavily to their center.
Where: The kitchen
When: 2/21 and onward
Rating: PG-13 for general Undertale content
Summary: I just can't keep worrying about these things that I can't talk about.
The Story:
They're not the best at cooking; why would they be, when they have no standards whatsoever when it comes to food? They've done their best, but it's not the best they could do, and they know that. They read a recipe off a book in the library (and they're still thinking of adding an extra "b" to the sign, for old time's sake), and they put things together in bowls and stirred and flicked on the stove (careful not to burn their palms, an alien sense of caution they're not entirely sure what they're meant to do about) and greased the pan with butter.
A few moments later, they have pancakes.
They're a little lopsided, the batter a little watery in some respects and too thick in others. Some sides burned almost black when they were left in the pan too long, but being really bad at cooking, they think, is the first step in being good at cooking. And they go through the fridge, picking out frozen bits of things and other things, and they end up with platters of strange creations - blueberry pancakes, blackberry pancakes, chocolate ones, ones with sprinkles and whipped cream, ones made with butterscotch pudding poured in the batter.
They may even need some help eating all of these. As long as you happen to be awake around midnight, and don't mind the burned-edge imperfections.
It just helps, having something to do with their hands, so they don't have to think about the dream-words that cut heavily to their center.