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A New Recipe || Iris & Chase

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It was time to spice things up a little, Iris had thought to herself. She had so many favorite meals, of course, recipes to fall back on and comfortingly familiar ones that always hit the spot. But she felt the need for something new.

Of course, searching for recipes online in Arcadia was laughable, so - while she was over on Leuda for work - she decided to do a little poking around to see what she could come up with.

Which is what led her to the grocery store, with a phone in one hand and a basket on her arm with a can of artichoke hearts, a pack of spinach, and currently eyeing some bacon while having second thoughts. “…a whole pan of lasagna is a lot for two people…”

[oj-forthesoul]

What could be better then a grocery store, there were literally ingredients on every wall waiting to be made into something fantastic. Chase always had a hard time chosing, not everything was fresh but, the arcadian market was something he only really had time to do once a week. So he took what he could get close to home. Knowing muffy wanted cherries, he made his way there first. but after he had a basket of the best ones he could find he headed to the meat section, to see what was going to speak to him today. Scanning the isle, there was a woman looking at ingredients and talking to herself. he almost dismissed her as crazy until he heard she was talking about food. He could never how himself back from joining in when the topic was food.

“Casseroles can work if you want to make use the same ingredents for a smaller serving, what’d you have in mind?” He looked over her basket, already pleased with some of her choices. “Also the spinach they have on hidden with the lettuce is usually fresher then the bagged stuff.”

[vxntulus]

table for one

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A new song Billy had heard recently played in his head while he wiped down a table. There was a somewhat large family that had just left. The kids kept asking him to play his guitar which, as always, was on his back. He would have loved to if he didn’t have to clean up their messes. If only he could get this song out of his head. Not that the kids would have appreciated it anyway.

The door opened and Billy’s head turned to face the direction of the sound. A man with strawberry blonde hair entered. Billy did a quick survey to see if anyone was around to seat him and found that he was alone at the moment. Dropping the towel onto the table, the half-elf walked to the front of the restaurant where the man stood and asked,

“Table for one?”

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Had Chase tried all the eateries on leuda? it had always seemed like it but this place had never crossed his radar. It had a menu out front so it served some kind of food, hoping it was a hidden gem and not missed on purpose, he stepped inside. It seemed quiet, spacious enough, but he was puzzled when the waiter who came to seat him had a gutair on his back. “Yeah, near the window if you could.” He prayed this wasn’t the kind of place that sang you your order, or rhymed words at you. Chase wanted food, not... whatever the fuck people called that, cringe? Taking a seat at the directed table, Chase brushed off the table in front of him, “Water’s fine for now, do you had a drink menu or is it the usual stuff?”

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Orange You Glad [Elli & Chase]

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Chase was undeniably a hard person to get along with. His personality polarized others, leaving most either loving or hating him. Elli was usually in the former party, thinking the man  creative when it comes to the culinary arts and just mysterious enough to seem pretty cool.

She wondered why he didn’t have a job. Such a creative mind would likely improve a kitchen by leaps and bounds. And then she would remember. His personality. Maybe if she had her own kitchen, they’d get along well enough to- Ah, nevermind. She couldn’t afford anything of the sort quite yet. What a shame.

Lucky for her, he’d sometimes come by Oakwood Restaurant for a bite. Just like today. She’d baked a cake just for him in case he came. Part of her wanted his validation. The other wanted to be… friends, she supposed? She wasn’t sure.

With a smile, she brought the box with the homemade cake to his table, along with an orange juice.

“Hi, Chase. I baked you a cake. Hope you don’t mind.”

[oj-forthesoul]

Settling down at his usual table, Chase didn’t even bother to look at then menu that the host had placed beside him, he could come up with dishes much better then anything on there, just depended on whether or not the chef was in a good enough mood to mix things up for him. He hadn’t been in a few days, so hopefully that was enough cooldown.

Before he even bothered asking for his drink of choice it was place down in front of him, along with a box. Puzzled he looked up at the woman who placed them there. He recongized her from around, but couldn’t particularly remember her name. Susan maybe?

“And here I thought rules were not to serve things off menu. Looks like i’m in a bit of luck today.” That is, if it was any good. Chase directed his voice at the door he knew lead to the kitchen before directing his attention to the box in front of him, it was homemade, likely reflecting the dessert on the inside. But the smell didn’t come across as burnt as least with the cover still on. Looking up at the smiling waitress, he didn’t really want to crush her spirit if it was indeed not good, but she looked eager. “I’m willing to try it.” his eyes searched her up and down, and then settled on her name tag, “Elli, but I’m brutal when it comes to feedback, you sure you can take it?” Last thing he needed was to make another waitress here cry, they wouldn’t let him in ever again.

[pretty-needy]

young dumb and broke

* with chase / @oj-forthesoul.

And so it all came down to this moment: Muffy sobbing over being completely broke. She stayed in her bedroom and held onto her box of tissues. Her washed out manicured fingers yanked one every so often to give an elephant-like blow on it. The blonde has always been such an ugly crier. After what seemed to be hours, she did her best to pull herself together. No amount of tears could rewind time, she thought for a bleak moment. The damage was already done. 

How was she going to pay the bills of her precious salon now? She could ask her parents for help, but it would be so horribly unbearably to. How irresponsible is what they would morosely say, as they would pull a wad of cash from their wallets for her.

In the middle of her misery, Muffy heard her bedroom door crack and she could only guess who.

The blonde had long smothered her weeping, but she felt the overpowering gloom return. Dispirited, she turned around. A soft, innocent Oh tumbled out of her lips. “Chase. H-How long have you been standing there?” Even if Muffy had wiped the incoming tears away,  her reddened and puffed-up eyes said it all.

[oj-forthesoul]

Reading a book before bed was the norm for chase, he’d wind down without screen time and then fall asleep, with Muffy as a roommate it meant he sometimes fell asleep to her voice, whether it be on the phone, or getting overly invested on whatever was happening on tv, it was always loud enough to hear from his bedroom no matter how many pillows he used to cover his ears.

But tonight he couldn’t hear the gabbing blonde, and whenever he turned a page it was almost like he heard nose blowing? Was Muffy sick? He knew fully well that Muffy wouldn’t take proper care of herself if she was. With a sigh Chase climbed out of bed, grabbing his tissues off the night stand and heading to the room next to his.

He cracked the door open a bit, just to make sure she was still awake before he entered, but was stopped by the look on her face, Muffy had been crying, like a lot. Not knowing exactly what to do, but knowing he had made it this far. He opened the door further. “Not long, Thought you might need a refill.” He held up the tissue box and surveyed her room for any clues on what had transpired, there weren’t any ripped up pictures or icecream so it didn’t look like a break up... but the blonde was more complicated then he sometimes gave her credit for.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

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