How do I even cook?
“Yes, I really, really think so little of your cooking skills.” She replied, stressing the second ‘really’ for extra emphasis. “Do you remember that time when you got rice stuck on the ceiling, to this day I still cannot fathom how you managed to do that with just a pot and the stove.” Aradia laughed, shaking her head as she recounted horror stories of her sister cooking. It had been a great day for their nutritional intake when she had taken over the role of chief. While it was a struggle to find many of the ingredients needed for Japanese cuisine on Skaia, tonkatsu was an easy comfort food to prepare, even if, much to her displeasure, she couldn’t properly deep fry the pork within the kitchen set up. “Yes, it was your turn to go shopping, Feferi had gone prior to you.” She replied to Damara, her scolding quickly becoming halfhearted as she began to prepare the food.
Damara pouted at her younger sister’s words and stuck her tongue out childishly, “It can’t be hoped that no one informed me that it was my turn to shop. And the rice on the ceiling was not my fault… the water boiled a bit more… energetically than I expected. There was no way for me to know that the pressure release hole on the pot lid was clogged.” As the younger Megido began cooking and the scent of burnt food was replaced by the far better aroma of cooked pork, Damara went back to lay on the couch, relaxing as she awaited the meal, “So, how’s your day been, recent events notwithstanding.”
“No one told you it was your turn to go shopping because it is something you should be aware of at this point. Do we really need to put up a chore wheel like we are children?” Aradia chided, shaking her head over her sister’s ridiculous attitude. She worked at a casual pace, the recipe and required preparation coming to her with ease. “It is common knowledge that you have to watch rice carefully when cooking it on a stove top.” She called out as her sister retreated to the couch. In demonstration, Aradia turned back to the stove, checking on the pot of near boiling water and rice. Turning down the temperature, she grabbed the handle and moved around the content with a movement of her wrist. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, she employed a drop and duck tact to depositing the breaded pork into a hot pan of oil. “My day has been fine!” She said, letting out a soft yelp as oil sputtered onto her skin. Clearing her throat, Aradia dropped in a few more pieces into the pan, retreating back a few paces as the oil jumped. “What about you? Any more shenanigans I should be aware of?” She asked, turning her head to look at Damara.
Groaning a bit at her younger sister’s rebukes, the elder Megido sibling threw up a one-finger salute over the back of the couch. After holding her hand up for a satisfactory length of time, she answered, “No shenanigans on my end really, unless you count a run-in with the worst Peixes. Bitch still hasn’t paid me back for that book she ruined or for messing up my hair,” she tapped her chin, thinking a bit more on some of the slights Meenah had piled upon her, “I really should get her back at some point, any ideas sister-dearest?”
Damara would complain loudly and at length any time their roommate’s sister, or whatever relation they had, was brought up. It seemed they shared several classes and the Megido would find some new reason to plot against the Peixes. It had been suggested by some that the two should just kiss and make up, the fixation the older student having seeming to reek of sexual tension to some, not that they ever seemed to bring it up where Damara could hear.
Aradia lifted the lid off of the pot, giving the rice a quick stir to ensure it didn’t stick to the bottom. Replacing the top, she turned her attention back to the pan, flipping the bearded pork in the oil, making sure that each side became a nice golden brown. It was only a shallow fry as opposed to the deep frying that tonkatsu was supposed to go through, but it would be good enough. She looked up to see Damara flipping her the middle finger, which was a pretty common occurrence. “Keep that finger up any longer and you will not be getting at of these delicious food.” She warned, her tone clearly playful in nature. The meat would take a little while to fully cook through and the rice needed about twenty minutes in total. Aradia listened to her sister complain about the middle Peixes. “No way, I am not about to get involved in this little war you two have going on, that would be an unnecessary death sentence.” She said with a laugh, shaking her head slowly and leaning against the counter top. “I swear, you have the biggest hate boner for Meenah.” She quipped, wiggling her eye brows.
Reluctantly lowering her one finger salute at her little sister’s words, Damara reopened her book as she waited on the food, more contemplating her next revenge on Meenah than reading, though she made an effort to keep half an ear on her sister so she could keep up the conversation and hear when dinner was ready. “I have no boners for the fishbitch, just the hate. And its not really a war, more a skirmish, she’s not important enough to war against,” replied the bookworm Megido as her sister spoke, “She just can’t seem to realize that she owes me, an anytime I get my payback, she retaliates instead of acknowledging we’re even, ignorant gaijin she is.”
And of course, each time the retaliation ball was passed between them, they each escalated the confrontation just a little bit more, neither willig to back down to the other. Without someone intervening to make them drop the issue they might even start pulling others into it...
Damara idly turned a page as she plotted, she remembered the spate of pranks back on April Fool’s that had hit everyone in the dorms, what was the name of that underclassman who perpetrated the event again, “Imouto, what was the name of that idiot that pranked literally everyone back on April Fool’s? I’m drawing a blank and I thought he might be a good sounding board on ideas to get even with worst Peixes.”
