[ It's been a while since he's seen Shinji, and he doesn't really message a lot on his communicator. It's always better to actually see people to check in. After searching around a bit, Carl tries the kitchen- which is where Shinji seems to be in the middle of making..something. ]
[What probably smelled so good was the fish, that's he'd gotten down on the planet while they were in the sector, that was roasting in garlic and sesame oil in the oven. The apron he was wearing probably seemed out of place with Shinji's customary black turtleneck and beanie and he started from his dividing of asparagus when he heard the voice.
No one else was supposed to be in here. Nobody ever just wanted into the kitchen in the middle of the day while he was practicing new dishes. Carl's not even part of the damned crew, why the hell is he even-?]
[ Carl doesn't even blink that the guy is wearing an apron, he's in a kitchen and it prevents messes. He moves further into the kitchen, motioning to what Shinji's doing. ]
[ YOU JUST PUT IT IN A POT WITH DOUBLE THE AMOUNT OF WATER AND LET IT BOIL AND THEN TURN IT LOW, SHEESH. ]
Sure thing. [ He helps himself to a pot, measuring out water with one of the measuring cups he finds with a bit of rummaging. The rice goes in next, and a pinch of salt. ]
So what are you making? [ He seems genuinely interested at least? ]
[ Carl does as he's instructed, grabbing the meat from the fridge and setting it on the counter near the stove. ]
Yeah, that was.. something.
[ He didn't really get involved with the shadow monster, he doesn't really have that kind of power, and there were more adept people in the fleet to take care of it. ]
[He nods. Okay, so Carl's wraps aren't perfect, but they're a damned sight better than Fuuka's. That's...not saying much, though.]
Yeah. We call 'em Shadows. They only come out...at a special time of night, though. Maybe...that's what happens when there's nobody around to keep 'em in check.
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Hey. Smells good, whatever it is.
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No one else was supposed to be in here. Nobody ever just wanted into the kitchen in the middle of the day while he was practicing new dishes. Carl's not even part of the damned crew, why the hell is he even-?]
Uh...yeah. Thanks.
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Need a hand?
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You know how to cook rice?
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[ He at the very least knows about how to make rice. That's pretty hard to mess up. ]
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Yeah, okay. Pots are there.
[He makes a motion with his hand before going back to cutting.]
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Sure thing. [ He helps himself to a pot, measuring out water with one of the measuring cups he finds with a bit of rummaging. The rice goes in next, and a pinch of salt. ]
So what are you making? [ He seems genuinely interested at least? ]
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They had this fish down on that planet, sorta like halibut, so I'm tryin' somethin' with it.
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This planet is pretty cool like that.
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[He motions toward the refrigerator.]
Grab the meat in there, kinda looks like brown bacon. It's salty like bacon, too. Coulda done without the shadow monster.
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Yeah, that was.. something.
[ He didn't really get involved with the shadow monster, he doesn't really have that kind of power, and there were more adept people in the fleet to take care of it. ]
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...kinda reminded me of somethin' from my world. Bad shit.
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You have stuff like that in your world?
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Yeah. We call 'em Shadows. They only come out...at a special time of night, though. Maybe...that's what happens when there's nobody around to keep 'em in check.
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That sounds fucked up.. What do you do to keep them in check?
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It's called Persona.