It's a party for your taste buds. Or maybe torture. OTA (foreward date for tonight really)

[magnetic_magpie]

It's entirely possible the person who had caused this little challenge wasn't going to show up - that didn't matter. Really after the fun of having a third puberty - grant it only the second he remembered - he needed a distraction. So he'd been cooking more and when challenge to make something "really hot" he'd worked at it until he had something not only incredibly spicy - probably far more than most people could eat - but also flavorful. There was actual flavor, not just heat to the pasta he'd created.

And then he'd send word that this dish was ready and he'd put it together in Ten Forward. Over the last few days, he'd mentioned it here and there and towards the evening, he popped his cooktop into a girdle-type base and set up on a table to start cooking.

Winner gets bragging rights. It's only a moderately sized plate of pasta, how bad can it be right?

It's probably just food prep safety that has Magneto and Annie wearing gloves. Couldn't be the spice levels at all. And the cooler to the side that contains ice cream? Also not a warning.

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[magnetic_magpie]

There's a difference between people who smelt food and thought it was interesting and people who smelt food and had some idea of what it was, something he'd seen in India - Gaila looked like she knew what she was asking for.

"For you? A pretty please is all it takes." And a minute or two for him to plate up the pasta - fresh not dried, so he's constantly making small batches of it from the pasta nests he has already made, deeply yellow from the egg yolk and sprinkled with dark specs from the black pepper, and topped with a rich ragu that's turned a deep, brick red from the peppers. "Enjoy."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

Gaila flutters her eyelashes as she says, 'pretty please' anyway. Principle of the matter, clearly.

Still, her grin is broad and honestly happy as she accepts the plate. "I think I will, this smells amazing."

She curls pasta around the fork and bites in. There's a small, appreciative hum as the taste spreads through her mouth: when the heat kicks in, there's a tiny shiver of pleasure.

"This," she says, once she swallows her mouthful, "is fantastic. What is it?"