Owner	Pose
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir strides into the kitchen confidently, as if it were part of her daily routine. It probably is. She has black, heavily lined and mascara-ed exprssive eyes, wavy dark hair with long bangs that are in danger of covering her eyes. She wears a T-shirt with a band logo (Tonight Alive, today) in black, a grey long sleeved button up (unbuttoned), black tight pants, black converse, and a pair of skintight black leather gloves for which she trades for disposable food service gloves, stuffing them in her black large bag. She goes straight to the closet and opens the door, looks at the door, and grabs the apron off of the middle hook, sliding her long sleeved shirt down a little before dropping it over her head. Immediately, she gasps sharply, closing her eyes and fluttering her eyelashes for a couple seconds, sitting very still and twitching a little bit, leaning on a wall a little bit.
Cindy Larsen	Cindy comes into the kitchen a few seconds later, a bounce in her step and a cheerful expression on her feline features. She heads right over to the fridge, not noticing Erika at first, opens it and leans into it, pulling out a can of soda. She pops it open and is just about to take a sip as she turns and sees Erika leaning up against the wall. "Woah," she says, blinking once, in response to the excessive use of black in the girl's wardrobe. It's followed by a wide-eyed expression and a much more alarmed-sounding, "Woah!" She sets her can of soda down on the counter and rushes over, putting a hand on Erika's shoulder. "Hey, hey, are you alright?" she asks, the blonde-haired leopard-girl sounding rather concerned!
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir blinks a couple times. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a power quirk. It's annoying, but what can you do." She cracks her knuckles. "Anyways! Suddenly, I know how to COOK. Any requests? Usually I just do a stir fry or something quick and seared." She tosses a hair net on in a practiced way and goes to look into the refrigerator to see what's available. She hmms, "I'm Erika. Souvenir if you do the names thing, I don't know if I need to yet. By the way, are you really good at something anyone can learn? I'm always looking for souvenirs. I don't think I have seen you around?"
Cindy Larsen	Cindy exhales a breath and puts a hand to her heart. "Power quirk," she says, nodding, "Scared the crap outta me. I thought you were like, about to have a seizure or something!" Her tail twitches a bit and she catches her breath, letting her heart calm down. "I, uh, I don't really," she says, "I'm just Cindy, to everyone around here. Everywhere else I usually go by 'hey you', or 'mutant freak', or 'get her'." There's a small sigh and a roll of her eyes. "I've been here for, uh, a year I think, but... I usually keep my hood up and my head down." She follows Erika back to the fridge, to grab the can she left on the counter. She takes a sip from it, watching the other girl looking in the fridge. "Is that how your power works?" she asks, "You, uh, touch something and learn how to do their thing?" Her brow quirks slightly, and her tail gives another little flick behind her.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir nods and starts getting ingredients out. Lots of vegetables. "Pretty much, yeah. I have to wear gloves or I get that every time I touch something." She turns on the burner, puts a pot down, and starts adding water and ingredients and spices in a way that looks almost haphazard, but smells good and curry-ish. She grabs a knife off the wall and a sharpening steel and starts sharpening it up. Shing-shing-shing-shing-shing. She puts up the steel and starts chopping vegetables quickly. "Darn. I got jumped by vampires last time I was out visiting my family and I used up my last kung fu souvenir, so I am a little nervous about going out right now. What do you like doing?"
Cindy Larsen	Cindy watches, a little impressed by how easily Erika seems to handle the cooking. She keeps out of the way, leaning against the counter as she drinks her cola. "Not getting jumped by vampires, mostly," she says, "I'm... a pretty good swimmer, and ever since my mutation manifested, I've been a natural at gymnastics. If you wanna be able to do backflips and stuff, I suppose I can lend you a sock or something." She grins a bit. "Though I don't know how much of it is actual skill and how much is my natural agility, anymore."
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir mmmmmhs, "Yeah, that's always super tricky." She stirs the broth, then turns the broiler on and heats a pan, throwing the vegetables in and searing them a bit then putting them in to roast for a bit. Bread is selected and sliced. "What else do you like to do? Is your family okay with you at least? The hoodie thing has to suck." She goes and starts washing the knives she used and the cutting board, and the bowl, letting things cook.
Cindy Larsen	Cindy shrugs her shoulders a little. "I'm getting used to it," she says, "I'm... starting to get more comfortable being seen around here, at least. Nobody really... freaks out like they did at home. My parents..." She pauses, frowning a little. "They took some time to get over it, but they accept it's how I am now. I'm planning to visit them for the holidays. It'll be nice to be home for a little while, even if I have to stay inside." There's a small giggle from the leopard-girl. "At least the snow won't be so much of a bother anymore." She grins, then Cindy takes another sip from the can. She's still watching the cooking, enthralled. "Well, typical stuff, I guess?" she says, "Netflix, listen to music. I play volleyball, too, but... I havent' played in a while. Not since I changed, actually."
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir oohs! "That's so awesome. Volleyball, huh? I thought about playing that, but then there was some weird cult killing thing with them, and.. yeah, I didn't get permission on that one. Did you want any?" She goes for the serving bowls and pauses to see if she's making two servings.
Cindy Larsen	Cindy pauses as she's lifting her soda to her muzzle again. "...Cult killing thing...?" she asks, then shakes her head. "Nevermind, don't wanna know. I, uh, I'd rather not know." She nods her head about the food, though. "Yeah, if you don't mind," she says, "It smells really good, and I should know. I could probably smell that a mile away." She grins a little, her tail giving a small twitch as she pushes away from the counter she'd been leaning against. "Any idea what it's called, or did you just throw it together and let your powers do the thinking?"
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir hmms and tilts her head. "My neighborhood is pretty weird with that stuff." She nods and gets two bowls and plates and assorted silverware, puts the bread on it with the butter and such by it, then starts ladling in cury and arranging the roasted vegetables onto the plate, adding some sour cream in a swirl. "It's a basic curry with roasted vegetables. No specific name, though." She slides a finished and presented plate over to you, then starts cleaning the space and making sure everything is wiped down, quickly washing the dishes and putting them through the wash.
Cindy Larsen	"Mmph, you had me at 'curry'," Cindy says, collecting the plate when it's slid over to her, and grabbing some flatware. She doesn't wait for Erika before scooping up a mouthful of it. "Mmm!" Cindy practically moans around the mouthful, knees bending a bit like they've gone weak. "Ooh, that's so good," Cindy says, "I don't think I've ever had anything this good in my life." The leopard-girl eats another mouthful, savoring it before swallowing. It's pretty easy to notice that she doesn't actually chew her food very much, instead swallowing most of it as-is, save for the occasional larger piece of vegetable.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir grins. "Yeah, it's pretty awesome. The cook here really throttles it back for picky eaters for the stuff they cook for everyone else." She takes some and nibbles a bit. "Hmm, could use a little fresh mint, but I don't see any in here at the moment. I should snip some on my way in next time, maybe." She pulls out a notepad from her bag, putting her regular gloves back on (twitch, twitch) and starts writing some notes for herself about the cooking, pausing to munch on some vegetables in between. "I lose it all when I take the apron off, but I try to take a couple of notes of thoughts that bubble up."