13442/Sandwich'd

Sandwich'd
Date of Scene:	05 June 2021
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lucas Farmer, Nightingale

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Lucas Farmer has posed:
He's been told oh so many times /You can eat when and what you want/. So after a time, a few weeks at Xavier's where he has been brought and enrolled, Lucas has finally decided to test the limits of this /eating/ freedom. The only thing is: apart from the daily bowl of lukewarm oatmeal and water, the occasionnal wild apple, he never had much of a chance to taste and discover other kinds of food. So here he is.

On the counter of the kitchen, he has placed an array of different things he's /testing/: whatever he likes, he puts in a bowl. So far, there is mayonnaise, olives, ice cream, chocolate and ham. Yup, these are all good, so they should make an excellent meal.

Nightingale has posed:
     Summer might have arrived early in upstate New York, but at least inside the mansion, it was relatively cool. Still, it was hot outside, and such circumstances demanded simple fare, at least to most--particularly after a bout of training in the Danger Room. Shannon makes her way into the kitchen, in her black shorts and tank top with the yellow edging on them, black sneakers, and carrying a black gym bag that rattled around a little bit as she set it down on the ground next to the counter. Her hair is pinned up in a bun on the top of her head, with the exception of one pale blue braid dangling down on the left side of her face, with three small silver beads on the end.

     As she heads on over towards the fridge, she stops to smile at Lucas, though her eyebrows flick upwards briefly at the somewhat unusual array of edibles he's decided to partake in. "Hey there... Lucas, right? How's it going?"

Lucas Farmer has posed:
And if he thought he'd be alone and not be caught, the plan just failed. Being /caught/, he also learned at the School, doesn't bring any punishment, so the young man tries to relax. He even /tries/ to smile, and kind of succeeds as he looks at Shannon.

"I'm fine, Shannon," he answers in his usual low voice. "I was hungry," he adds, as if he needed to explain why he was in the kitchen. While adding a couple scoops of strawberry jam on top of everyting else in his bowl, he gently pushes it aside, as if inviting Shannon to eat with him.

"There's so many good things here, and heh, they said I can eat what I want. I do not mind sharing." Of course, the young man doesn't mind sharing, he's been used to it at the Farm.

Nightingale has posed:
     Well, it certainly could be said that Lucas had very adventurous tastes, when left to his own devices! Shannon tried not to look too put off by the combination of foods all -in the same bowl-, and just smiled. "They did, didn't they? Looks like a pretty... interesting combination you have there."

     It seemed she would have to show an example of how some of those foods were -meant- to go together. So she gets the mayo from the fridge, some of the sliced ham, and some bread, bringing them all over to the counter. Perching her posterior on one of the stools, she sets about making a ham sandwich, letting Lucas see how the mayo was meant to be spread -on- something first, as an additive rather than a main part of the meal. "Yeah, there's a lot of good stuff here. And there'll be even more when some of the vegetables in the student gardens start coming in, too."

Lucas Farmer has posed:
Lucas remains silent, observing what Shannon does. There's a quizzical look on his face, as he slightly tilts his head. While it is a proper way to fix a sandwich, it seems to Lucas that Shannon is missing a lot of good things in there!

Glancing at the pot of jam, Lucas nods as it slowly moves toward where Shannon is seated, slidding over the counter.

Now he's ready to eat his perfect meal, which he has proudly fixed himself according to his newly discovered tastes, and bravely grabs a large spoon to honor his festive meal. The first spoonful contains a nice variety of olives, ice cream and mayonnaise.

After a few seconds at munching the /treat/, the semi-smile on Lucas' face slowly turns to something else. Of the greenish color palette. Still brave, the young man gulps down, but doesn't look so brave anymore as he eyes the bowl with a mix of puzzlement and terror.

"Oh," he states after a moment. "It is not so good anymore. Put together, it tastes wrong."
His eyes travelling to Shannon's sandwich, which - although it contains less ingredients - seems perfectly right and good. So there he goes, imitating what his fellow student just did, just a / few/ mayonnaise on bread, ham. There.

"Oh, yes. This is definitly better," he comments. "You know the recipes."

Nightingale has posed:
     "It's pretty basic stuff, just a ham sandwich," Shannon replies, smiling. "You have some good ingredients there, but it also looks like you just found out the hard way that not everything goes together well in the same bowl." Munching on her own sandwich, there is companionable silence for a few moments. "Olives might even taste good in this sandwich, if you wanted to try something a little different."

     As soon as she is done with her sandwich, Shannon helps clear away the bowl that was Lucas' first brief foray into the culinary arts, coming back with two fresh bowls, spoons, a bottle of chocolate syrup, a can of Reddi-Whip whipped cream, and some vanilla ice cream. "Ice cream's a great treat, too. You picked out a couple things that do go well with it. Strawberry jam on top of vanilla ice cream is really tasty. Add chocolate to that and... ohhhhh yeah!"

Lucas Farmer has posed:
Some people, Lucas observed, seemed to think he's stupid. Because chances to learn about basic things - such as cooking, swimming or riding a bike - weren't given to him, doesn't make him stupid. Ignorant, but not stupid. Since he's been brought to the school, he learned to swim, ride a bike - which earned him a nice scratch on his knee - and now to cook. While it's not exactly first class cooking, it's still better than what he just tried.

His own sandwich is eaten in a few bites, the young man always eating like it's his first meal of the week. Now his attention turned to Shannon's every movements, mental notes taken of what goes with what.

"So, if I get it right, all the sugary goes together. Ice cream, jam, chocolate. What about maple syrup? I tried it, it's very sweet too." This will be a killer treat! But what a massive, sudden, intake of sugar could do to the young man's metabolism, unused to such an amount of sugar?

Nightingale has posed:
     "Mostly, yeah. Sometimes you can put sweet and savory together. Sometimes, sweet and spicy can work. Experimenting with food is like with anything else. Sometimes you'll find a mix that works well, and sometimes, well...." Shannon nods towards the counter nearest the sink, where Lucas' initial foray into different flavor combinations lays, forlorn and alone.

     Canting her head slightly to one side, she considers his question, her wings fluttering and ruffling ever so slightly behind her. "I've heard of maple walnut ice cream, so I guess it could work? Never tried it with strawberry jam and chocolate syrup on top as well... but hey, it could possibly work. Massive sugar rush, though." Grinning, she takes her own bowl, scoops out some vanilla ice cream, and then adds some of each of the aforementioned toppings. "I'll try it if you will."

Lucas Farmer has posed:
If he will try it? Definitly! Besides, could it be worst then what lays in the discarded bowl by the sink, its content unfit even for the trash bin.

"Sure! We try it!" Lucas exclaims, expressing some rare enthusiasm. It's doubtful the young man has any notion of what a sugar rush is, and even if he did, it doesn't seem to concern him at the moment.

Filling his bowl with the same amount of ice cream as Shannon helped herself with, imitating her proportionning of the other ingredients, Lucas quickly finds himself with a very nice sugar-bomb-in-a-bowl.

And then, the young man proceeds to eat. Eating, in his case, seems to mean: to empty a bowl, regardless of what's in it, as quickly as humanly possible.