15896/Cajun Cooking lesson.

Cajun Cooking lesson.
Date of Scene:	16 December 2023
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Remy and Lorna have a cooking lesson.
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Polaris

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Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau whistles casually to himself as he lays out ingredients already pre portioned, on one of the kitchen counters. He unrolls his personal knife set and sets it aside as well. Prep work done, he now has to simply wait on his student.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane has gradually been dropping in more frequently, perhaps if only to keep up to date on events surrounding her father. After last week's attempt, she's been having trouble sleeping or keeping her mind off of things, and so she came back to the mansion, looking for someone or other.

Pausing by the kitchen, she figured she'd make some sandwiches to take home, maybe help get Alex back on his feet. It's getting pretty late and so she's hoping to leave pretty soon, but as she steps in, she sees she is not alone.

Not terribly chatty in general, she slips in quietly, headed for the fridge, looking for very specific things.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau glances at his watch, shaking his head. Looks like he was stood up for his lesson. Well what do you expect in a building full of teenagers. He sighs as Lorna comes in, a slight grin playing on his lips. "Don' suppose yah lookin' ta learn ta cook somet'ing quick, easy an' guarantee ta impress members of de opposite sex, ehh chere?

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane yawns and rubs her eyes tiredly, peering at Remy rather quizzically. "What are you....?" she sighs, slapping her forehead, "Damn, with everything going on, I totally forgot!" no wonder she's late..Although, this does give her an idea and she smirks, "Free cooking lesson hmm? Quick and easy? Given that I'm on a time limit before I head back to mutant town, that sounds pretty good to me.." she peers warily at him, "But what's in it for you?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins slightly, "Believe it or not? Remy actually enjoy teaching, he enjoy cooking, an' he enjoy de compant of beautiful women, Ah let yah decide what in dis foh Remy, non?" He asks with a grin, "Now warsh yah 'ands an' we get started, non?"

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane raises a slow brow at something he says, shaking her head, "So, this is basically an ego boost for you." she seems amused, but shrugs, shutting the fridge! turning around to face him. "Alright then, guess I could learn to make something nice for a change, fast food gets old quick."

Gambit has posed:
Anot'er good reason." He says with a smirk, gesturing her to the table. "Ah t'ink yah like dis first part best." He gestures to a pair of chicken breasts sandwiched between two sheets of cling wrap. "Yah take dat mallet right dar, and yah pound dese flat."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane peers at the chicken, frowning as she takes the mallet. "Really? Sounds...Violent. I think it's already dead.." but just to humour him, she does pound the living daylights out of the already dead chicken, assuming this is the who,e tenderizing part. "So please tell me I don't have to build a sculpture out of tenderized chicken guys when I'm done?" she quips rather dryly.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit, "Ah make art foh de palate, not de eyes." He says with a smirk, pointing to the first prepared plate. "Now on each breast place a slice of provolone cheese, den 'alfway down de cheese a slice of 'am, den halfway down de 'am anot'er slice of cheese." He nods "Once dat done, roll dem up like yah woul' a burrito an' pin dem taget'er wit' dese toot'picks.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane frowns, grabbing the cheese and ham, "So what, I'm making a glorified sandwich? Don't need any fancy lessons to learn to do that." Ahh she's just full of cynicism tonight..Although she does as she's told, laying the chicken with cheese and ham before rolling it up. "Soo, what's next, are we eating it straight like this or putting it in bread? Adding spices?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smiles a bit, "Cooking, much like being a t'ief, an' also a Princess is all about paitence chere. Now..." He pulls three bowls closer to them, "Dis bowl got beaten eggs an' a splash of milk ta bind dem. Dis bowl got flour, salt, pepper, garlic, an' a lil bit of paprika. Finally, dis bowl is seasoned bread crumbs and parmasian cheese. So Ah want yah ta take each piece, egg wash first, den flour, den egg wash, den bread crumbs den back on de plate. It 'elp if yah use different 'ands foh de wet and dry steps, but dat up ta you."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane chuckles, "Heh, that's a lot of bowls, why not just toss em in all together? Save yourself some trouble.." but there's probably a really good reason why he's a cook and she's not. She sighs, nodding. "Soo, I'm dipping these lovely rolls in the egg mix to bind them, then flouring them then seasoning them?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods "Precicely. De egg make de seasoning cling ta de meat. De second egg dip make it a lil bit crispier." He says with a smile. When she finishes he takes the plate amd says, "Now dey supposed ta rest foh an' 'our but ta save time..." He places her plate in the fridge and withdraws a plate that is identical. Maybe the chicken is a little more tightly wrapped and evenly coated, but still close enough. "Now we drop dese in de deep fry jus' long enough foh de coating ta turn golden brown, den in a t'ree 'undred an' fifty degree oven foh forty five minutes." He says, though rather then do that he places the chicken pieces in a tupperware container. "So take dem back ta yah place, serve dem wit' a nice salad an' impress de 'ell outta yah bot-toy, non?"

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane smirks, "Wow, you weren't kidding about a formal cooking lesson, didn't think you had another already waiting to go." she seems amused and a bit curious as she inspects it, "Sounds tasty. Can't wait to see the finished product." she smiles a sweet, slightly impish smile as she says that, but nods, voice taking on a warmer tone, "I really appreciate you showing me this, Remy, I'm sure he'll love it."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins slightly, "Was mah pleasure chere, Jus' remember me whenevah de law come callin' foh dis poo' innocent t'ief an' Ah come running ta yah for political asylum." He says with a smirk, already begining to clean up the mess.