case 12 | multiple choice action!

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Scenario A: Inn Kitchen
[Don't ask how or why, but somehow through the magic of politics and sheer scaring the crap out of people, Damian's managed to commandeer the Inn Kitchen for an hour or two to make iftaar for the evening. It's still daylight, so he can't taste or drink the stuff he's making... and it's kind of a problem.

He's thiiiiis close to grabbing the nearest person he sees to ask them to taste-test his food. As it is, though, he's just staring at the recipe book and hoping that Allah_(swt) won't mind it if he got a couple of ingredients wrong.]

Scenario B: Fisherman's Horizon Pier
[It's nighttime and Damian's FINALLY able to break his fast. He's sitting on the edge of the pier, with his date in one hand and fruit juice in the other. After murmuring a prayer, he inhales his date whole and gulps down his fruit juice in literally 2.5 seconds. It doesn't matter how often he's fasted---it still feels good to have something in his stomach after so long.

He doesn't bother to get up, though; he's more interested in feeling the sea breeze. Maybe it's stupid of him to sit and potentially miss Maghrib, but it's actually pretty nice out here!]

[ooc | As always, unfamiliar words can be deciphered by placing your mouse over them. :3 If it doesn't work for you, let me know and I'll translate.]

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A!

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[Zephyr's actually on his way out of the inn to find something to eat when he smells... Well, something being cooked up. The smell's unfamiliar to him, so he wanders over to the inn kitchen to see what's up, only to find the guy he was stuck in the elevator with a little while back.]

Hey. What're you makin'?

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[S'up Zephyr? Damian looks up from his cookbook and gives the guy an acknowledging nod.] Food for tonight. You up for taste-testing anything?

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

...Taste-testing?

[He ambles over and looks at what's on the menu. It's still a giant unknown, but he shrugs anyway.]

Sure, I guess. Any reason why you can't do it yourself?

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Yeah. I'm kind of fasting. [He makes a face, but gestures towards the completed dishes so far. They're pretty simple - just hummus and baked pita chips - but he's planning on frying some zucchini in basan flour too.]

It's... kind of a religious thing back in my world. So if you wouldn't mind?

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[There's a flicker of distaste on Zephyr's face at the mention of religion, but he nods his head.]

You just want me to tell you if it needs more seasoning or what?

[He takes one of the pita chips and stares at what he assumes he's supposed to eat it with.]

And this goes with this, right? [He points at the chip and then to the hummus.]

B! Oh look, CR finally gdi me.

[notasidedick]

It's nice out being next to the ocean like this. There's usually a breeze so the weather is usually pretty nice too.

[His footsteps are quiet, a habit from all the stealth he's done in the cowl or mask. He's sure the other realized he was approaching even before he spoke though.]

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[He nods, resuming his work and dipping zucchini ribbons into the mix of basan flour and water.] If it needs more salt or less salt... if it's too bland... that kind of thing.

And yeah. I guess you've never had it before? [Day's not TOO surprised, if at all; he's grown up being a Token Minority and is thus used to being a walking PBS special.]

ffft it's completely okay! ♥

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Yeah. [Damian noticed, alright, but he's okay with talking to a complete stranger. Putting the date pit into his plastic glass, he motions for Dick to sit next to him.] I think it's been like, a year since I've been able to visit the ocean.

This can only be awkward and beautiful.

[notasidedick]

[Dick takes a seat next to him. He's a little surprised the other doesn't seem to mind the company, but it isn't unwanted. This beats being insulted.] That's a pretty long time. Is that because you couldn't at home or you were stuck here that long?

Pretty much, yeah *o*

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A little bit of both. [He shrugs, glancing over at Dick. This guy looks really familiar, but he doesn't know why.] It'll be a full year in a couple of weeks, but Neo-Gotham wasn't exactly a beach town either.

[notasidedick]

You've been here for awhile. I guess I'm not one to talk though. [Durr Instructor.] Neo-Gotham? Did you come from a later point in time then? It's still just Gotham when I left.

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[Wait. This guy's from Gotham?] Well, yeah... Back home, the year's 2043.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Nope. Don't have a lot of the stuff people seem so used to around here. [He dips the chip and proceeds to munch on it for a while.] Got fewer resources available than most worlds where I come from.

[He points at the hummus.]

It could use a bit more salt in my opinion. The chip things are good though.

[notasidedick]

[Yes. Yes he is.] You're definitely in a farther along timeline then. [Chuckles a bit.] I'm assuming you also go by Damian?

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[He'd express sympathy, but Damian has a feeling this guy wouldn't really appreciate it.] Ahhhh.

Thanks. They're called pita chips... and the dip's called humus. If you like zucchini, you could stick around for the next thing.

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[Suddenly everything's starting to make sense... Damian can't help making faces.] Yeah, but I'm Damian Razem. That Wayne zift and I have nothing in common.

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Hey, I'm not a guy who turns down free food.

[Zephyr grins.]

You teach yourself how to cook all this stuff? 'Cause I'm pretty sure they don't sell this pita chips and humus in the stores here.

A.

[worthyheir]

[Stops when he sees his doppelganger in the kitchen.] Why are you cooking if you can't eat? Are you a masochist or something?

[notasidedick]

[He laughs a little.] I didn't mean anything of it honestly. I just didn't want to end up calling you Damian when your name isn't that. [Rubs his neck sheepishly. Welp, looks like Damian doesn't even get along with himself.] Dick Grayson. I'm an instructor here.

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My mom taught me. [He sounds a little wistful, but that's because he misses her a lot.] She and Dad used to cook this stuff all the time... them and my older sister.

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[So maybe he shouldn't have been so defensive... Damian opens his mouth to apologize, to say---

Wait. Dick Grayson? Sure, he'd heard from Tim that Doc was here, but to see him in the flesh...]

No way. Doc? Like, the old man's first partner and everything?

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Iftaar isn't going to make itself. [He shrugs, wiping his hands on a paper towel as he motions for his other self to come in.] My dad just got out of the hospital, so it's not like I can ask him to help either.

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I'm jealous. [Zephyr settles against the counter and just watches Damian cook.] Bet you had a lotta good meals back at home then.

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I guess so? [He's trying not to smile, but he totally is. Taking out a pan, he puts some oil in it and then turns the stove on. While he waits, he drags the zucchini mix over.] My family was kind of crazy, but they believed in the whole "a family that eats together stays together" stuff.

[notasidedick]

[He's used to Damians being defensive. Or something like that.

He does raise his eyebrow though.]

Woah...Doc? I don't think I'm licensed to be a doctor at all, but alright. You hit the nail on the head for the most part. Minus...the doc part.