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[porcelainpride]

[One thing can be said for Kurt -- even if he tends a little towards the dainty side, when the chips are down he doesn't mind getting dirty. His beloved yellow jacket has been safely stowed away, and the rest of his clothes are significantly grimier than they were when he arrived.

But he looks as chipper as can be expected -- mostly since he's found his way to the diner and is currently blissful over the fact that, while there isn't a Kitchenaid to be found, at least the stove isn't wood-burning.]

First person to bring me some sort of seafood so I can get this paella off the ground gets to pick dessert.

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[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Paella? What's that?

[porcelainpride]

It's a seafood and rice dish, made with saffron.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle still looks blank, but she understands enough to know that there is cooking happening, and she can get behind that.]

Can I have some? Just to try it? [i.e., just a serving or two and then she'll leave him alone until she's hungry again.]

[porcelainpride]

Of course. Although unless I get some real fresh seafood it's going to be just rice and canned tuna, which is disgusting.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

I don't think I can get seafood for you. I don't know how to fish or anything.

[porcelainpride]

Oh. Can you get me any clams? There might be some by the beach.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't want to say yes, but she's so bored.]

How do I get them? Just, like, are they lying around? I don't like getting wet.

[porcelainpride]

...do you want me to come with you?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Really? [Her optimism fades as a thought occurs to her.]

You won't kill me, will you?

[goodluckkobra]

I heard something about food and now you're my new best friend. Funny how that happens.

[porcelainpride]

There's something magnetic about me, what can I say?

Now, the question is, can you get food out of the ocean and onto a table, because I don't really do "fishing" or "hunting" or "ocean".

[goodluckkobra]

I haven't seen an ocean in years, but we're about to find out.

[He grins.]

Have you checked the fridge, though? There was food in mine. Nothing fancy, but it's better than anything I've had in fucking years.

[porcelainpride]

I did and I can make do with some things, but a truly delicious paella needs fresh seafood.

There's enough to make pain au chocolat though, and for that I'm grateful.

[goodluckkobra]

Dude, I don't know what any of that shit means, but I think I heard chocolate.

Catching a fish in the ocean with your bare hands can't be that hard, right?

[porcelainpride]

It's a chocolate croissant. It's delicious and the perfect remedy for falling headfirst into whatever crazytown this is.

I'd settle for some lobster and shellfish, really. They're a little easier to catch.

[goodluckkobra]

I'll see what I can catch.

If I drown, please get someone cute to give me CPR.

[porcelainpride]

I'll start compiling a list right away.

I'm Kurt, by the way.

[captoftardis.livejournal.com]

Dessert?

[He really should be thinking of other things such as how did he get here, but dessert sounded quite lovely right about now.]

[porcelainpride]

While surprisingly lacking in fresh seafood for a coastal town, the kitchen at the diner here is more than adequately stocked in baking supplies.

My specialty is French pastries.

[captoftardis.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, lovely! I know we should be focusing on other things but that does sound very tempting... A little break wouldn't hurt, right?

[porcelainpride]

Not at all. In fact, I'd submit that it would actually help.

[captoftardis.livejournal.com]

I suppose it would.

Where can I find said dessert? My interest is definitely in!

[porcelainpride]

At the diner. Bring seafood of some sort, please.

[captoftardis.livejournal.com]

seafood, as in.. go fishing right now? Erm, it might be a while...

[porcelainpride]

Not necessarily. Just pick up a few clams or a lobster or crab or something.