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]

Annie is not a subtle person, really, and puns entertain her. A lot.

She also might know a little about what that is like. About mistrusting people, always. She still does. It's habitual, and protective. Lonely, though. Which goes a way to explaining why also she's out here, in public, doing something where she has to interact with people.

"He's my roommate, actually. But before that, neighbour. Across the hallway? Yeah."

She doesn't say he's nice, because more accurately he's nice to her and for all he carries himself as a gentleman, she's not sure how much he wants people to know.

"You've just met him here? Or, from your world?"

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

Elizabeth would say he's nice, but she thinks that maybe it's because he's choosing to be nice. There's something about him that strikes her as being hard, ready to make the not nice choices. Maybe it's her own perceptions coloring things. It probably is. He's been nothing but polite and friendly to her, even when she knew she was probably trying his patience.

"I met him here. He's quite a bit younger than me, chronologically. I could be his mother." She giggles a little at the thought because it makes Erik less intimidating and it amuses her to think that she is older than the white haired man serving up the plates of hell sauce.

"I imagine he makes a good roommate. Does he cook for you all the time?"

[treadswater]

"Oh, no. It's more...a thing we both do, sometimes." Cooking for her sounds like the set-up to a rumour about them having an affair, and she's been watching the media far, far too long to want to give that impression.

"How, uh. How do you mean, chronologically? Like the year when you were born?"

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

"Oh, of course. You're cooking now, I just assumed. I apologize." Elizabeth blushes a little, hoping she hasn't offended Annie.

The question is one she's more than happy to answer, especially after her error. She nods in response to Annie's second question. "I was born in 1893. I forget when Erik said he was born but it was in the twentieth century by at least a decade or two."

[treadswater]

From the little smile, no, no offence. The woman could be dissembling, but most people here seem to be honest. And Annie and Finnick are not of any importance. It makes trusting social interactions a bit easier.

A bit.

"We have a different dating system," Annie admits. Two, really, the official one for dates and records, and the other one for everything else. The one where things are remembered by the year of the games. "But I'm from your future. Ages and ages in the future."

She hesitates.

"Is it weird? Being older and younger than someone like that?"

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

Elizabeth nods. It's nice to know that in some futures cooking is still a thing. She's no good at it, but she appreciates it as an artform.

The question gets a slight laugh from Elizabeth. She shakes her head. "Not as weird as a lot of other things about my life. I'm mostly used to being in the wrong time in the wrong place. How about you? I bet this place is different for you, too."

[treadswater]

As far as Annie is concerned, the only people who might not know how to cook are strange Capitol types. Everyone cooks, even if you don't have much to cook with. Some even cook well.

She misses it, although she cooks more now that she's moved in with Erik. But she misses her kitchen. Except that's probably just her whining.

"Very," Annie says, a soft laugh in her own voice. "Some of the technology's kinda similar, but sailing through space? That. That's amazing. And. Very, very different."

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

"It's pretty different for me, too. I grew up in a flying city, so it's not totally alien, but everything is so strange compared to what I'm used to." She shakes her head, letting herself feel overwhelmed about the changes in her life. It's not necessarily a bad feeling, but it's very large. "I'm glad to meet you, Annie." She offers the redhead a shy smile. It's been so hard for her to make friends other places. Having a nice conversation is a good reminder why it's important to try to reach out to others.