throw it into the pit

[dragonmouth]

Who: Talimo and YOU
What: Food shenanigans, mostly
When: The week following the intro log
Where: Around the station, mostly the kitchen and the common areas/greenhouse
Warnings: Stench

[Throughout the week, Tali can be found in the kitchen, where she's generally just sucking a whole lot at cooking. You suck at cooking, Tali. Yeah, you totally suck.

Maybe it's the time she tried to make soup with peanut butter chips. Or the time she sauteed a bunch of carrots in that disgusting alfredo sauce. Or the time she buttered her pan with that WEED BUTTER and then spent the rest of the afternoon eating an entire loaf of bread. Or the time she did not, in fact, measure the correct amount of rice. Or any number of other culinary mishaps. Really, if there's a way to fuck up in some kind of hilarious fashion, she's probably done it.

On Thursday, she makes her way over to the greenhouse, where she spies something sealed behind a bunch of caution signs and protective magical barriers. Okay, "spies" is a bit of a misnomer, more like... smells.

That afternoon the whole station gets a load of a tiny, tiny girl carrying a giant-ass durian into the kitchen before cutting it open with a large and wiggly sword, then carrying a section to the common room and just... kinda snacking on it. Her cat has followed her here, and he looks properly ashamed.

Jesus fuck.]

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BLAZE... IT...?

[photoshooter]

What is that smell?

[Wait. Wwwaaaaiiit. Prompto is twenty. He knows what this is. Is she cooking with that?]

Is that--are you seriously--? Uhh, warn people, maybe? We don't have windows, girl!

[dragonmouth]

[The eggs, miraculously, are perfectly fried and wobbly, but the butter... ]

...come again?

[Guess who didn't know you could butter your weed.]

[photoshooter]

You can't... [He lowers his voice.] You can't make edibles where everyone can breathe it, there are kids here!

[THINK OF THE CHILDREN.]

[dragonmouth]

...oh.

So...that's what it is.

[ She looks down at her eggs.

Yeah she thought that smelled familiar. ]

[photoshooter]

You. Didn't realize?

[Girl...]

[dragonmouth]

Come to think of it, that's likely why it smelled familiar...

[ SHE'S SO EMBARRASSED. ]

[photoshooter]

...Ohhhh, man, was it the weed butter? Not actual weed? Yikes... I guess that's why it's important to read labels, though.

[He comes over to look at her handiwork. Oh, boy.]

At least the eggs look good?

[dragonmouth]

I suppose I... shouldn't let them go to waste.

[ She stares at the eggs with an unsure expression. ]

[photoshooter]

...Are you... old enough for this stuff?

[He is concerned.]

[dragonmouth]

Oh, come on now! I'm almost seventeen. I'm an adult.

[Said in utmost seriousness. Tali, I don't think you're an adult. ]

[photoshooter]

The age of majority where I come from is twenty.

[Probably. Don't ask me.]

[dragonmouth]

...that's preposterous.