Good food, good day! [Action | Open | Everywhere, literally]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[The weather is getting colder, and warm bodies need food to keep being warm! Champloo has taken it upon himself to look after the Garden cadets... and staff, and faculty, and the SeeDs, and... Champloo doesn't trust any of you lot to feed yourselves properly.]

[So in those hours when he's not holding his HEC classes, the chef has taken to appearing before people in need with food. Food, in this case, could mean a bowl of egg-drop soup, stir-dry, a mug of coffee or hot chocolate, a Greek salad, a grilled cheese sandwich (with four different kinds of cheeses!), or curry. All of it is exquisite. 'Appearing', in this case, means the chef is literally calling out from a place he shouldn't possibly be, or walking up like Batman appearing on a crime scene behind Commissioner Gordon's back.]

[Enjoy?]

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[geritookmyboots.livejournal.com]

[Boy, Mel B really needs something.

...To go home, but hey, surprises work. She likes those. She's kind of just walking around the Garden right now.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

The last noodle in the soup should never feel lonely so long as broth remains!

[A warn, flavorful aroma, faint spice. Curry? Enter Champloo (right out from down a hallway)!]

And you look like you need some warmth.

[He presents her with a platter of fish and chips!]

[geritookmyboots.livejournal.com]

No, not really.

[HOWEVER she does take the fish and chips.]

But, y'know, I will enjoy this. Thanks.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahyahya! It was metaphorical! Still, whatever warmth it may bring you, the enjoyment is paramount!

[geritookmyboots.livejournal.com]

Well, it does remind me of home! [So she's going to get comfortable and eat it. Finally a guy who is fairly awesome.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

It would be a poor chef who cannot cook a meal suited to the tastes of the diner! Of course a chef should also please himself, but I enjoy variety, so that's not hard.

[geritookmyboots.livejournal.com]

Hey, y'know that sounds a lot like singing!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

I take it that is your profession?

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

[Lea hates the cold, which is why even after he's out of class he's going to have his uniform jacket on over his regular clothes, and you'd better bet that scarf is in place.

Because he's not going to sit around inside. C'mon. He's wandering around the Quad trying to find a good place to do homework. You know -- somewhere cool, but out of the wind....]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[A flavorful aroma with just a hint of lemon! Baked fish?]

No matter how well-wrapped the egg roll, it cannot taste good when the inside is freezing cold!

[Champloo steps out of pretty much nowhere, offering up a steaming mug of hot chocolate with a towering crown of whipped cream.]

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

[WHERE DID THAT GUY COME FROM -- He takes a step back, staring, then notices what the guy's offering him.

... Free food!]

Hey, I'm not an egg roll! ... [Reaching out to take the cup.] But thanks.

Who're you?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[Champloo lifts a fist, a fiercely happy smile on his face.]

Fire Chaos Style, Kitchen Fist Master! Balamb Garden Home Economics Teacher! I appear by the name of... Champloo!

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

I can just call you Champloo, right? [Snickering a little, he tries the cocoa.

Not bad. But you seriously can't go wrong with chocolate and whipped cream, so he'll just be over here giving himself a whipped-cream moustache, thanks.]

I'm Lea!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

That is my name, so it would be odd of me to shun it. It is a pleasure to meet you! Let me guess, you're relatively new?

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I got here last month. Nice to meet you too!

...The cocoa's really good.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Food is more than a warmth for the body, it is also a warmth for the heart!

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

[Weirdo. ...But weirdo who gives random cups of cocoa. Lea shakes his head.]

Uh, right.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Cooking is passion! Cooking is about always risking your life! Don't underestimate cooking, Lea!

[Still cheerful, but he's very, very serious about what he's saying.]

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

Hey, I take plenty of risks!

[...It's just better for everybody if a kitchen isn't involved.]

It's not like cooking's that dangerous, though.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya! Ahyahyahya! Not dangerous, he says! Unless your days are lived on the precipice of disaster, the heart of cooking shall always escape you! At the very least, to do any less would be to disrespect the ingredients that gave their lives.

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

[Long, long pause as he stares at Champloo.]

You're really weird.

...But in kind of a cool way! [Grins cheekily.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

If you should someday take my class, then I will instill in you all I can of the heart of cooking. Of course, that isn't much, since I have been studying for two thousand years and I only have students for a quarter, but what're ya gonna do?

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

Two thousand? Come on, now you're just trying to mess with me.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

It might be a little longer. We demons live longer than you humans do.

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

...

You're a demon?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Yes, but do not let that distract you. Demons live in the Netherworld, we have some physical difference, and that is where the differences stop. No matter what a demon or a human or even an angel might tell you, whatever the outside may look like, the inside, the heart, is all that matters.

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay, I can go with that. [His smile looks a little nervous, but hey, he is smiling.] You just surprised me, that's all!

So are you going around giving everybody cocoa or something? [Remembering his cup, he finishes it off in a quick gulp.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

I have a wide variety of food and drinks prepared for this deepening fall weather. A student trying to learn with a cold belly might as well be gnawing on onion rings soggy with grease!