Constance: Cannibalism (not by choice)

[02:30] With Pluto perhaps nursing a hangover in her own bed, Asma instead focused on Constance's presence with her in order to cook the pancakes. While the Sarradian was partially tempted to inform the girl on what she was putting into them...

She remembered every single time Constance had thrown up during terrible scenes and she finally opted against it.

Instead, an undetermined amount of meat (and flesh) was placed onto a pile before she began to combine the mixture of pancake batter and eggs.

"So, what's special about these pancakes is they have... Erm - bacon in them!" Yes, that would do. "So we need to make the mix first and then include the bacon pieces and then add them in and cook them. If you cane start chopping up the bacon into pieces that'd be helpful." Asma directed her, already beginning to stir the pancake mix itself.

To the untrained eye?

This was an easy and simple recipe.

But for a fleshcrafter? This was a masterpiece.
(Asma)
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[02:44] Partial to her onward distance, there is a return of focus as pale hues glint back into proper sentience.

Oh yeah. Cooking.

"I always thought pancakes usually just went with fruits. Whenever my parents give me scraps of them, they're usually the best, aha..." She hums, eyes gliding across the collected ingredients, blissfully unaware of its depraved nature; well, at least, mostly. "But hey, this looks good though!"

Softly would hands move to pull back whatever hair had clumped before her features. Rubbing together palms invoke an expression of readiness as she steps forth upon the metaphorical batting plate.

A hand careens over the knife, as she were instructed to mince meat for preparation and inclusion into the mix. For a moment, there is a crimson glance upon the sharpened edge, hesitant, pondering. Yet nothing of note to be found, leading the gleeful smile to free itself from its trance handsbegin its march to cooking preparations.

"My parents usually only have me cook soup, so this is all new territory for me. But I think I know what I'm doing... aha..." She mutters, slowly doing the needed job. It would appear she is more of the 'slow and steady wins the race' type of person.
(Constance)
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[02:49] "Well... Usually people eat bacon with pancakes, right?"

Asma asked this, despite knowing the truth. Of course they did! As she continued to mix the batter together to ensure it was lump free she looked over towards Constance as she picked up the knife. The trance was altogether not noticed at all.

"So this is sort of like hmm, a salty and sweet combination for breakfast. Or really any time, if people want to eat pancakes for dinner. But the idea if the bacon will provide the salty part, while the syrup they pour on top of it will add a natural sweetness to it."

"Also you don't need to make the bacon super precisely even or anything - it's okay if the pieces are different sizes!"

After all, she didn't expect Constance to be a perfect sous-chef! Just enough so the work would get done faster.
(Asma)
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[02:54] "Not where I'm from, no." Where being a fit of the slums. No surprises there, considering choices are likely more limited than most. "But if it's what people here are used to, great!"

The thought had seemed alien to her. Where such luxury could find secondary luxury in a singular pot. It were an extravagance she had never experienced.

"Pancake for dinner... dang. You guys live like kings," she utters. It were moreso an overexaggerated and cheeky comment more than anything.

Regardless, as unneeded as it initially had been, there she remains undeterred in making her side of the ingredients as perfected as possible. At least as much within her realm of capabilities.

Which were little.

Eventually, the cutting board is slid over toward the peripherals of the Sarradian, as if a silent call for it to be judged were incurred. Upon it, the minced and bite-sized pieces of meat find itself primed and ready for inclusion. "How's this?"
(Constance)
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[03:02] "Well, no big deal. I'll try to make sure you have a stack for yourself so you can try them."

An oddly kind gesture, of course, which came from the Sarrdian. But Constance never having actually tasted the sweetness of pancakes outside of breakfast - coupled with bacon at the same time - lent her the idea.

As the cosplayer shifted the cutting board over towards her, she offered a small smirk before she nodded.

"Yep, that's it! You should wash your hands since generally you want to do that after touching meat," Asma added, pointing to the basin of water on the other side of the room.

And as Constance would do that, Asma's hand would find itself grasping onto both the jerky and flesh that Constance had cut, imbuing her mana within it. The entire idea was to use the pancakes in order to provide a better boost to those she'd serve it to.

An experiment, more than anything else.

Thankfully due to her extensive practice in cultivating and injecting her mana into living creatures as well as excess flesh, it was easy to do. Once she was satisfied, she easily scooped it all up and included it into the batter before she mixed it further to ensure it was evenly incorporated.
(Asma)
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[03:07] In small movements does her attention shift to fall upon the pristine cleanliness of the pool before her. A few swift dips within allows whatever grime to flee from the pores of her fingertips.

Much so that whatever mumbo jumbo voodoo Asma had invoked would be witnessed by nothing more than her peripherals.

Not that seeing itself would hit any points of intrigue. She had known nothing about the enacted arts.

"So," she hums, scrubbing away before rinsing her grasps free.

"What's this for anyways?" Perhaps she had assumed this was for a special occasion. After all, it were not common to find one in need of a secondary pair of hands to cook. "Is it for someone's birthday? Aha..."
(Constance)
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[03:10] She blinked as Constance questioned what it was for!

"Ah.... Practice, actually!" She chirped in response. The batter was placed next to the pot and with a pan brought out, it was carefully spooned onto the pan in a quickly growing circle. Big enough for a healthy sized pancake, of course.

"I want to become an excellent cook, so what better way than by practicing recipes and things that people don't usually do?" She asked, holding up the batter covered spoon towards Constance. "Plenty of people make ordinary pancakes, or tea, or even chocolate pudding... But no one really combines jerky and pancakes now, do they?"

Thusly where Asma's own genius came in.

To combine fleshcrafting and her interest of cooking into one medium.
(Asma)
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[03:18] The prospect to perfect the craft of cooking endows a level of equal respect betwixt the two. A sense of understanding shines amidst the glimmer in lifeless eyes. As if the statement on its own had grandly impressed her.

"Woah, so that's why you're doing all this," she responds, gesturing before the space of the workplace before them. "That's so cool."

From one hobby to another.

It were almost too simple for her to feel a sense of empathy for one's determination.

"Well, I think this'll do great anyways," she assures, drying hands as she glances over the mixing batter. "I've definitely never seen this type of pancake before, so I wonder how it'll turn out."

A glint of innocence remains amidst the unknowing figure, partial to witness its end result, awaiting any need for her actions whilst keeping in stand by. "Hopefully the bacon cooks all the way through in the batter. It'll be sad if you bite into raw bacon, aha..."
(Constance)
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[03:23] Asma is careful to watch over the cooking batter upon the pan, even as she chatted idly with Constance now.

"Yeah. I figure you guys can be my guinea pigs, so to speak." Her, Gabriel, Pluto - perhaps even herself. After all, it wasn't as if she hadn't already tasted flesh at this point.

The succulent ability to rend flesh on her own was something she had never experienced before. But now she had. And she wanted more… Yet for now, she'd have to make do with the pancakes!

Flip!

A spatula was procured and slipped under the cooked pancake - before Asma flipped it over onto it's uncooked side to ensure a thorough and even browning.

"I figure this should be enough for roughly four people so once I actually get down to it, you all can taste it and then I can work on the recipe from there, you know?"

Thankfully this second side didn't need as much cooking and thusly after a short while it was taken off the pan. It was, of course, replaced with more battery... And thusly, Asma repeated the long process of cooking pancakes then and there.
(Asma)
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[03:30] Like a watchful child within a festival's puppet show, she gleams and observes with clear interest. Unphased by her growingly apparent lack of chef's skills, there she simply remains in clear awe.

"Woah, you'll let us have some?" She questions, having seemingly assured that none would have been provided to the helping party. Thusly, were she in it more as a form of altruism then? It were hard to tell. "I'd love to try it!"

Almost enamored by the prospect, the weak yet warm smile across her visage shines freely.

"I can't wait to see how it turns out then, aha." Such a luxury of bacon pancakes, as she was led to believe, remains exactly that. Much so that it makes her mouth water. "Are you going to, like, end up wanting to open a restaurant or something then? Or did you mostly just want to do this as a little hobby?"
(Constance)
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[03:34] She paused in the midst of cooking, thinking over the question quietly as pancake after pancake was cooked with careful consideration amidst a growing stack of them.

"Hm... That'd be cool, but I don't think my clientele would be quite large due to who I am."

It was probably a good thing Constance had not seen what she had done earlier to obtain the flesh she had included in amongst the jerky.

Yet, the princess worked diligently and without complaint, even as the heat from the pan and the work of carefully monitoring the pancakes and flipping them came to haunt her. It was hot - but...

She was rather determined to get it done.

"When they're all set to be tested I'll pass them out to people, no worries. So you'll definitely get a taste of them, Constance."
(Asma)
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[03:43] Her head tilts by the remark. Perhaps, there was much to ask, and yet no question dares to free itself from her lips. Instead, she opts for an awkward chuckle laden with nervousness.

Something to diffuse the notion. Whether it were effective or not remains unknown.

Perhaps it were somewhat a relatable statement for her. What were life without oppression? Albeit, perhaps not in the same way that Asma were judged by another, but then again, what did she know?

Instead, there is a shift in focus, passing her glance back to the flipped jacks as they are slowly crisped closed to completion.

After moments, she does eventually speak up again, trapezing past the initial statement, instead focusing upon the latter utterances.

"I'll definitely be there to test it out when it's done," she assures, bringing a hand to cup the side of her cheek whilst the somber nature of her features prove itself once more. "But by looks alone,I think it'll be good already, aha."
(Constance)
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[03:54] Eventually, the majority of the pancakes were complete and now Asma was well on her way to pouring out the last of the batter to create the very last one. Much as she had done for the rest of them, she was just as equally as careful and precise with her cooking on this as she had been with her first.

Patience was the key, and of course knowing the precise time to flip it didn't hurt either!

"Thanks! But you don't even know what they'll taste like. You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover you know," She wisely chimed in response before that one too was flipped for the last of the cooking. "Hm...."

She hummed, thoughtfully - before at last the last of the pancakes had been prepped.

Yet, this particularly one was slid onto a plate and then held out for Constance herself, along with a knife. Syrup was of course, nearby as well.

"Here, since you helped me you can take the first experimental bite!"
(Asma)
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[04:05] There is am ample shine in her visage whence the offer is presented to her. The plate clattering whilst the utensils all set its course before her.

An offer of extravagance. To her, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Woah, you're sure?" She questions, fingers wrapping around the knife and fork as the syrup drips ever so slowly over the consumable before her.

The heat emanates from the product. The foreign contents almost alluring in its masquerade as a delectable treat. Yet in the tormented's eyes, it were all nothing more than a dream come true.

Even with the missing clarification, there she yields a slice of the piece. A notable mouthful, glaring bits of the meat within, all coated with the sugary syrup as it is held up in preparation for consumption.

Not that anything's bound to stop her. What she doesn't know won't kill her, surely.
(Constance)
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[04:07] "Of course."

Asma insisted, as Constance took the plate and the utensils. The syrup ran freely over the single pancake utilized as a taste test, and the woman watched with wide cat-like eyes as Constance took heed of the test.

All the while, there was a simple yet knowing smile on her lips.
(Asma)
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[04:11] Flush of the aroma careens outward as teeth melds with bread and flesh. The consumption comes with no quandaries, almost leaving her in eloped silence as the meal is judged in the first few seconds of its tasting.

There is a still silence. Her cheeks puff and shift with each chew as eyes seems locked upon the pancakes, mesmerized in deep thought.

It were not until the audible gulp that allows air to return to the cosplayer's larynx that she speaks.

"Aha, I think you might've overcooked the meat a little..." She utters, leaving a dispirited expression upon her features. "It's a little chewy."

But then again, the amount of times she's had bacon is probably a bad point of reference as a second bite is taken. "It's... alright apart from that! Aha..." Her meekness returns, yet moreso due to imposing criticism on her part.

It seems she was not used to being in a position like that.
(Constance)
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[04:14] A little chewy? Asma's eyes narrowed, partially, before she turned back to the stack of pancakes. No no - they were perfect as they were, and she knew it.

While she was not a master chef by any means, she was still getting there, and practice only made perfect! A soft smile enveloped her lips at that before she ultimately looked back towards Constance.

"A good idea to keep in mind the next time I make them, of course. No use in making all this batter and meat go to waste after all! Thank you for at least trying one, Constance!"

Yes, she had been a great help indeed.

Even if she didn't fully understand it.
(Asma)
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[04:23] While she may not have finished the meal offered to her, there falls a sizeable amount consumed before the plate is eventually pushed away; the texture likely not to her liking, yet the smile upon her features almost combat any indication of dislike from that.

Like a good friend, she remains positive with the product despite her previous comments.

"Aha, maybe! This was a good prototype still! It's really yummy apart from the chewiness," she assures, bringing forth a few nods as the queasy outcome allows a hand to rub across the side of her stomach. "I can't wait to see it's final form, ehe."

Though the outcome back not be a perfect A+, she would still rate it a good B+. All making her help worthwhile.

All the actions of this hobby had actually brought a thought within her missives. She ponders about it for a moment, eventually concluding with an assured nod to herself.

"Hey, since you got to do all this and stuff, if you're free soon, wanna see what my hobby is?" She asks, cupping her hand to the side of her slips as if to whisper. Not that anyone else is listening, but this seems moreso as a little cheeky habit. "I make cute cosplay clothes. And my next one is gonna be a cloak, aha."

"Usually it's Nic who helps me! But I don't really want to bother him with his new girlfriend and all that..."
(Constance)
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[04:37] Even if the pancake itself was not finished, she didn't necessarily mind it at all. After all, it's what tests were for. Yet as Constance brought up her own hobby of making cosplay clothing, Asma did pause.

A cloak...?

She blinked a few times, quite remembering seeing Nicholas in his getup when he fought Kurai.

"Sure! I don't mind checking that out, honestly. I've never watched anyone make cosplay clothes, admittedly, but I suppose they're the same as normal clothes."

She assumed.
She probably shouldn't have assumed. Regardless.

"For right now I'm gonna rest but when I wake up and stuff I don't mind helping you!"
(Asma)
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[04:37] Constance says, "Of course, thanks for letting me help out! Show me when you have the final product, aha."
[04:38] Constance exclaims, "I'll show you my thing next time!"
[04:38] Asma exclaims, "Will do!"