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- >You are anon.
- >And it's dinner time.
- >Okay.. Well. not really.
- >It's somewhere around 10 PM.
- >That's why you're sneaking into the kitchen in the cafeteria with your cast-iron pan, some fresh greens, a small container of garlic butter, some fresh asparagus, and an uncooked rib eye in a backpack.
- >The day you've had has been nothing if not drawn-out.
- >A training mission to go track a pack of Grimm south of Vale with Professor Port.
- >Nothing but stories.
- >For three days.
- >And when you finally get back, you find that the cafeteria had just closed for the night.
- >So screw it. You worked all day, you had to listen to what boiled down to pretty much the exact same story all day.
- "When I was (Inset age here) my (Insert family member/friend and name here) and I had to stop a (Insert Grimm species/pack here) right outside of (Insert location here.)"
- >It was enough to make you consider feeding yourself to a death stalker.
- >You deserve a decent goddamned meal.
- >You climb into the cafeteria through an open stained-glass window and squat on the ledge over the ground.
- >You take a moment to look around the room, trying to find a table to jump on within jumping distance.
- >There we go.
- >You drop down onto a table, and hop over a few more.
- >All the floor tiles by the windows, and a few random one throughout the cafeteria are glyphed to keep people like you out.
- >After several near misses, set off alarms, a handful of stern discussions with Professor Goodwitch and/or Oobleck, and a threat or two of expulsion you have figured out the pattern.
- >Haven't been caught in over 7 months.
- >Suckers.
- >After reaching a safe spot, you finally get off the tables and casually walk into the kitchen.
- >What?
- >It smells like... hamburger meat.
- >Someone's cooking.
- >You slide behind one of the long counters in the prep station area and sniff a little bit.
- >Burnt Garlic.. About to be burnt ground beef..
- >Whoever it is.. They clearly aren't the best cook.
- >So chances are it isn't one of the cafeteria staff.
- >You peer around the counter ever so slowly.
- >They're wearing pretty much all black.
- >Definitely not kitchen staff.
- >Wait a second...
- >You peer around the corner again.
- >Long red hair tied up into a ponytail.
- >So tall they almost have to slouch to use the stove comfortably.
- >Bronze crown-looking thing around her head.
- >What the hell is Pyrrha Nikos doing in here?
- >Relieved that you don't have to hide, you quietly stand up as to not startle her.
- *DONG.. CLANK CLANK*
- "EEEEEEE"
- >Or not.
- >That's what you get for not looking up before standing.
- >Stupid low-hanging pans.
- >Pyrrha spins around and reaches for a bread slicing knife and extends it towards you.
- >You put your hands up and start shaking your head no. If she screams again, or (god forbid) turns this into a fight; not only will you lose you'll probably get kicked out of Beacon.
- "Who're you!? And what're you doing here?"
- >Shit..
- >Well here's hoping she's as level-headed as you've heard.
- >"Relax! I'm a student here, just like you. I just wanted to make myself dinner."
- "Prove it!"
- >"Okay! Just.. Put the knife down. The name's Anon."
- >She lowers the knife slightly.
- "What's in the bag?"
- >You slowly take off your backpack and reach in.
- >You glance around the kitchen to find a clean spot to put your food.
- >The entire area is a goddamned disaster.
- >Meat juice, broken egg shells, outer layers of onion, and garlic skins are somehow littered on almost every cooking surface.
- >What. The. Hell.
- >You peer behind her and see smoke rising rapidly out of the pan sitting on the stove.
- >"Uh... Ms. Nikos..? Might want to check that."
- >The realization makes her eyes go wide as she immediately spins around and starts haphazardly turning dials in hopes of turning off the heat under the pan.
- >This.. This is the famous Pyrrha Nikos?
- >After a few moments she still hasn't found the right dial.
- >You walk up to the stove. She backs away as she sees you coming.
- >Third dial to the left. Off.
- >You look down into the now blackened pan.
- >A small mound of completely charred beef is in the middle of the pan.
- >Going through a small Rolodex of recipes in your head, you turn to her.
- >"First time trying to make your own hamburger patty, right?"
- >Pyrrha nods, slightly ashamed.
- >"You giving up on a diet or something?"
- "No Anon... It's.. For a boy."
- >"Trying to impress him?"
- "Yes.."
- >She's either ashamed of the unappetizing attempt at a meal, or still embarrassed about being caught here so late.
- >You take a deep breath and look around the kitchen.
- >At the mess she made.
- >Then your backpack.
- >And then at her.
- >Okay.. She's distraught about the meal.
- >Thinking over your options, it becomes clear that you don't have much of a choice.
- >This guy had better be worth it.
- >Probably isn't..
- >"Clean all this up. I'm going to teach you how to make a meal this guy will really remember."
- "Wait, really? Why?"
- >"Because I 1: don't want the profs to think that there's anyone other than me sneaking in here because that means they'll lock this place down tighter than they already have. And 2: I don't have the conscience to see anyone try to serve something like that to someone they're trying to impress. So clean up while I unpack."
- >You let out a sigh and go to unpack your bag.
- >Everything is still in pretty good shape.
- >Let's set up for a nice meal.
- >You maneuver around the cleaning Pyrrha to get to the stove.
- >Pretty sure you heard her whisper "I'm sorry," as you walked by.
- >It better be for this goddamn mess..
- >You spread the ingredients out on a small area and put your cast iron the stove top.
- >Time to prep this motherfucker.
- >You look around the kitchen and eventually find salt, pepper, and olive oil.
- >Okay. Time for the cooking lesson.
- >"Pyrrha, give the cleaning a break. We'll be here for another hour if-"
- >You turn around and find that her once disgusting workstation is now spotless.
- >Well.. At least she cleans up fast.
- >Maybe there's some hope here.
- >She walks over to you, placing a chef's knife on the cutting board.
- "Okay.. Thank you. Now.. What's first?"
- >"Steak dinner."
- >She recoils a little bit.
- "Isn't that.. A little out of my league?"
- >"Not at all. Pay attention, and you'll be fine."
- >Pyrrha looks away and crosses her arms.
- >For fuck's sake.
- >How the hell is someone this famous this unsure of them self?
- >"Okay. Let's step back for a sec. Who are you?"
- "Pyrrha Nikos."
- >"And you're probably the biggest name of come to Beacon in.. Ever, I guess. Right?"
- >She nods sheepishly.
- >"You didn't get famous for nothing. You trained and worked you ass off. Right?"
- "Yes..?"
- >"And just like anybody else who wants to be a hunter or huntress, you start with the basics."
- >Now she just looks confused.
- >"Look. My point is that this meal is filled with the basics. Things anybody can do, and anybody can understand. And if you can learn the basics of being a huntress, you can learn these too."
- >The look of confusion fades, and is replaced with one of curiosity
- >Think you're up to it?"
- >Pyrhha smiles a little and nods enthusiastically
- >You start turn on the heat under your pan.
- >"Good. Then lets begin."
- >While the pan and oil heats up, you give her instructions on seasoning.
- >She produces a pen and tiny notepad and starts taking down everything you say.
- >Everything.
- >You season the piece of rib eye with salt and pepper
- >"Salt and Pepper are tried and true. There is always plenty of room for experimentation for seasoning. But hold off on that until you feel more confident."
- >The pan is finally hot enough.
- >You delicately place the steak in the pan.
- >Smoke starts to rise immediately.
- "But. Aren't we worried about it burning?"
- >"No. We sear it to lock in all the juice. Turn down the heat slightly before you put the steak on. Once it's on don't touch that, and don't touch the meat."
- "But.. What if it-"
- >It's not going to burn. You're going to have to trust yourself. Wait 3-4 minutes. Flip, and wait another 3-4 minutes for medium rare."
- >She's still furiously writing to keep up with you.
- "What about a side dish?"
- >"That's what these are for.
- >You pull out the asparagus and a container of fresh salad.
- >"Usually potatoes are a go-to with steak. But potatoes take too long to cook, and I'm always pressed for time in here."
- "Why?"
- >She stops for a second, realizing that you both are still trespassing.
- "Oh.. Right. Sorry."
- >God. What is with this girl?
- >The timer on your watch goes off.
- >Okay. Flip that. I'll be right back
- >You clean off all the asparagus stalks and lay them down on the cutting board.
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