7293/The Rumbles in the Tumbles

The Rumbles in the Tumbles
Date of Scene:	21 April 2019
Location:	Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Melinda May, Darcy Lewis

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Melinda May has posed:
While the cafeteria in the Triskelion is vastly superior to almost any equivalent, it's still either large-batch or short order cooking. And some days, neither appeals. Today is one of those days.

In a large-ish break room close to the residential quarters of the Triskelion -- the one with a mostly adequate kitchen setup for those agents that actually choose to cook -- the smell of cooking food wafts out into the hallway.

It's got a distinctly Asian feel to the combinations of spices and other aromas.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
On this quiet day, still riding the high of her "you Passed" note, Darcy strolls from her apartment looking for food. The smell from the break room reaches out and grabs her nose, and like a catoon character Darcy drifts in along the armora lines.

"Foooooooooooood" she drones like a b movie zombie.

Melinda May has posed:
"Not if you don't wash your hands first," is the reply to the zombie-droning.

Standing at the stove in the break room, May is stirring a pot of something. "Also, get the bok choy out of the fridge, please."

For anyone who knows May, they know that she can and will cook, and has done so on occasion. So it's really not that out of place. It's JUST uncommon enough, and honestly most agents would opt to leave her be over trying to beg some food from her.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy is not one of those who seems to have a sense of self preservation when it comes to May, for she drifts over to sniff sniff sniff over one of May's shoulders and then the other before heading to the sink to watsh up.

"Bok choy's that lettuce looking stuff. rgith?" she asks watching the suds on her hands get washed down the drain.

Melinda May has posed:
"Short, fat, green onion-looking thing." It's almost like May's had to describe it that way before. "Wash it off, cut off the bottom end and the damaged looking part of the green tops, then start separating the sections, please."

If Darcy thinks she's gonna get some of this food, she's gonna EARN it.

"I take it nothing in the cafeteria appealed to you either?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Short. Fat. Onion..? OH! "Found it!" Darcy says happuly from the innerds of te fridge. Bok choy in hand, she falls into easily washing and prepping the veg.

"Didn't make it that far. The smell in here waylaid me," replies Dravy truthfully, grinning as she works. "You?" Why else would May be cooking than if the cafeteria didn't appeal.

Melinda May has posed:
"Too much annoying Easter decoration. If one more person offered me chocolate," May doesn't finish that statement, knowing that of anyone, Darcy would completely understand.

She also doesn't mention aloud that it's honestly a good thing the younger agent showed up. May never learned how to cook smaller portions, and always ends up with enough food for a small army. Like, say, two super soldiers. As the pieces of bok choy are cleaned and separated, she drops them into the pot with everything else. On the counter nearby, a wide and squat electronic cooker of some sort starts chiming 'Twinkle Twinke Little Star'.