♤ for Tom and Carl for the headcanon meme? Also for Kit and Nita, because more YW can only be a good thing!
Tom and Carl: Most days Tom does the cooking. It makes sense… He works from home, mostly, when Carl is often in at the office, sometimes until late. Tom doesn’t mind. There’s a process to it, a way of doing things that usually works out well, allows for a little experimentation on occasion. He tends to favour the simple, one dish type dishes that take time. Stews, curries, risotto, chilli, soup, the kind of spaghetti sauce that takes a few hours to get right. The things that you put on the stove and allow to simmer cautiously away as the flavours slowly meld and turn into something different, ones that you only need to keep half a mind on once you’ve set them in motion, where half the work is in the waiting.
It’s the same for bread. Tom makes a good sourdough.
Carl cooks sometimes, too. It’s always… Interesting. Usually in a good way. He tends to go a little over the top when it does it, partially because he does it less, partially because he likes the challenge. Multiple courses, usually, and he’s not always good at keeping the timing of the different dishes in order, so sometimes there’s a bit of a waiting game involved, sometimes a bit of ‘oh god, Carl, what culinary monstrosity are you attempting this time?’
If you are in the neighbourhood, though, and Carl is making dinner… Try to show up. It’s usually worth it, despite the risk. (And what good things don’t carry a little of that?)His desserts are always superb, though, that’s one thing he’s mastered. And If he ever makes you creme brûlée? Don’t even think about skipping out on it. (I’m not saying Tom almost had to sleep on the couch the night he abandoned Carl to two lonely ramekins after getting called out on an intervention a few months back because of this exact issue, but… Well.)
Kit/Nita: Mostly, neither of them cooked particularly often or with a lot of skill, but it’s something that Nita in particular has been picking up more in recent months.
There was a day, a little while after her Mom passed, when Kit came in the back door and into the kitchen to find Nita sitting curled on the floor. A stack of battered and worn cookbooks and notebooks and a little file folder full of cut-out recipes sat in front of her. They were a bit jumbled from being pulled off the shelf. A lot of them were spotted and stained and creased. Some with little notations in the margins or pencil scribbling where a recipe had been doubled or halved as appropriate. Nita didn’t exactly have tears in her eyes, just the scrubbed and bleary face of someone who had been crying and was trying to hide it.Kit sat down next to her, his shoulder supporting hers.
They sat for a minute, looking through them all, shuffling the mess a little."Dad’s working late again." Nita said. "I’ve got to make dinner again, Dair’s hopeless at it, and I just…. I can’t figure out how she did it. Just… Come up with something good and wonderful all the time, something that was… Healthy and filling and just… I thought maybe this would help. Looking at her recipes. But it’s all just a mess, and….”Kit hugged her, cautiously, and they kept sitting for a little while.
After a bit, he plucked a little scrap of paper out of the chaos, and chuckled. “Some of this stuff I swear was saved only for the ridiculous nature of it. Pickled jello salad?”
Nita laughed, despite herself. “Right. I’ll make that one.”
"I’ll help." Kit replied.
They settled on a pasta dish in the end, instead.
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