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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[treadswater]

Maybe a grandfather who has gotten bored. Or dared, which is fairly accurate. Or maybe District Four has a few too many captains and deckhands who enjoy pushing the younger generations.

Certainly, and despite being in public which does rattle her, Annie's enjoying herself. She smiles as she glances up at Eric, bright and happy.

"I'm havin' fun," she says.

She is. She might have to curl up after this, regain her social strength, but it's...nice. Being out in public. No politics to worry about, no one side-eyeing her and waiting for her to start to crack.

"So, uh. Thank you for lettin' me help."