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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout march
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses.. or will be, once the newbies arrive
What: march catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ this is a busy, noisy household. sorry, neighbors. ]

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[liberalarts]

[ It's been a few days since Kasen's traumatic arrival (it was traumatic for him), and so after sulking for a few days straight, he's at least getting back to his normal self. This means that one day, Kasen wakes up and puts on a different oufit, which should signal something to any of the swords, considering there's no fieldwork or horsework to be done.

Kasen is cooking.

And indeed, Kasen leaves in the morning only to return with many hefty bags of groceries, and he gets started to cooking in apartment two. The door is unlocked, since Kasen also knows better than to actually try and keep people out of the kitchen, lest they come up with especially creative ways to break in...

He's not quite stress cooking at this point, but he is working on an especially laborious, elaborate dish for dinner tonight, since he's making enough to feed everyone. Hope you're in the mood for chanko-nabe!

a — Before he actually gets started with simmering the food, there's of course quite a lot of care given to preparation. Kasen is carefully cutting every vegetable, meat, and block of tofu to be both delicious and elegant, since these are things he definitely cares about. You can try and steal a bite, but you're likely to get recruited to help...

b — Once the giant hotpot is starting to simmer, Kasen just sighs and opens the door to the apartment, since he knows once certain people get a whiff of the food, he's not going to be left alone. But he's waiting in the kitchen and standing guard with a ladle in hand. No snacks.

c — If you somehow didn't perish in this amount of time, it's finally dinner time! Kasen has made enough room for anyone that wants a plate to get some, even if they're probably going to be having to just straight up sit on the floor to eat it. Still, Kasen puts a lot of love into his food, so it's surely going to be delicious!

Pick a cooking mama prompt above or make up your own! Even non-swords will be welcome to dinner, since there's plenty of chanko-nabe to go around. ]

b...

[adornmental]

[OF COURSE HE'S GOING TO APPEAR. It's not like he hasn't been well-fed since his arrival or anything, but still! He's missed the cooking of the swords who can actually cook, and since Mitsutada didn't live in the same apartments, he didn't get his fill which is a dang tragedy.

So clearly he's got to make up for that... Which is why he follows his nose over to the next apartment as soon as the smell of Delicious Hotpot makes it over to the one he's in. He may or may not be ready to try sneaking a taste, which is why he may or may not look a little disappointed to see Kasen already standing guard.]

—S'that for dinner tonight?

[liberalarts]

[ As soon as someone sneaks into the apartment ("sneak" being entirely in Kasen's mind, since he does have the door open), Kasen is immediately focused on the intruder, and ready to defend his hotpot to the death.

But luckily, it's just Kashuu! Of the other swords here, Kashuu is at least on of the swords that Kasen trusts to be scared off by his fearsome ladle. Not from stealing food at all, mind you, but a guard is a good enough deterrent. ]

It is, yes. I needed time to relax and acclimate myself to this odd city, but! I thought that chanko-nabe would be a wonderful way for us to eat together once again. I have the distinct feeling that it's been a while.

[adornmental]

[CALM DOWN KASEN!! Kashuu isn't planning on stealing anything now... probably. The ladle is a mighty weapon when in Kasen's hand, he doesn't want to risk it.]

Yeah, it's been a while. I mean— most of us eat together most nights, but it's not really the same, y'know?

[They have jobs! Their schedules don't always align! Ookurikara and the Samonjis live elsewhere! And only half of their number is even here in the first place, so the difference is pretty vast.]

That smells good... [When will it be done???]

[liberalarts]

Ha ha, well... We will just have to change that, won't we? We do not quite keep leftovers, so everyone will have to make time for dinner!

[ Kasen would keep leftovers, but they just never end up having them... Swords are fat and eat a lot, which is why he's going straight for the sumo wrestler's hotpot instead of something more reasonable. ]

Mm, it should be a good meal. It needs to simmer for another hour or two, but that's not too much longer.

[ Or is it?? Kasen makes this wait even worse, since he walks over to the pot and lifts the lid to check on it. Steam billows out, and Kashuu will be able to just catch a glimpse of all the beautiful food inside... ]

[adornmental]

[On one hand, he's quite pleased to hear that they're about to have their first real, big meal in ages! On the other--]

Huh?! Another hour or two?

[Kasen, why. Why do you want to kill him? What has he done to deserve this? He's but an innocent, hungry sword looking for a little sympathy and perhaps a little food to go. He's even checked up on Kasen while he's cooking like a good samaritan! Surely this is deserving of a reward!!]

That's practically a thousand years!

[liberalarts]

Pa~tience. [ Each syllable is emphasized by a (totally non-threatening) wag of the ladle in his hand, but at least when Kasen speaks, he's not upset. This too is something that he's wholly familiar with. ]

This is not sashimi or gyuunotataki, so you have to wait for the meat to be properly cooked through, Kashuu-kun.

[ But Kasen crosses his arms again, which means the ladle isn't ready to smack hands. ]

If the dish isn't done properly, it won't taste as good. If you absolutely must have a snack, I have some leftover carrots that I had cut into sakura. [ this is only a half step above celery for kanesan ]

[adornmental]

[UGH THE LADLE!! He'll never be able to sneak a taste with Kasen standing there waving a weapon around all menacing-like.

As it is, he doesn't even make a vague attempt because he knows it will be Unsuccessful... Instead, he just huffs out a frustrated sound, shifting from foot to foot briefly and glancing back over toward the pot. He's hungry. Who cares if he doesn't actually need to eat!!

Why carrots, though...]

...I guess that's fine. [He's only saying that because they're cut into sakura.] Where are they?

also b... sorry kasen

[horsepoop]

[AND LO, A WILD NAMAZUO APPEARS. That's the secret to his ahoge; it's actually a sensor for delicious food.]

Oh, Kasen-kun! [Namazuo is polite enough not to barrel past him and dive for the food. In fact, he looks a little worried! This is first time actually seeing Kasen for himself since their arrival.] Are you alright? Tsurumaru-san told me you fell in a dumpster!

[liberalarts]

Ah, Namazuo-kun—

[ Kasen immediately gives him a smile as he enters, since Kasen tends to be biased towards being nicer to the tantous and the wakizashi. Even though swords that are technically older than he is tend to feel like children, though of course the wakizashi tend to be the older, more responsible children. Save for Nikkari, He's in his own category.

...But that cheer quickly turns into a huffy pout, since there's so much rudeness coming from Tsurumaru. ]

I should note that he fell in the dumpster as well. And it wasn't my fault!

[horsepoop]

[Nikkari is too bootylicious for any category, really.

At least Namazuo doesn't seem like he's about to start laughing at Kasen's misfortune. (He did that in private.)] I hope you weren't hurt... what happened?

[Was it the game? Namazuo has Feelings about the game.]

[liberalarts]

[ Kasen sighs as if this was a truly traumatic, horrible experience, because it was, thank you. He'll hear no sass on the matter!! ]

It was that ridiculous, what was it, game! I had finished and completed all its stupid tasks, and so I was free, but then it dropped me into that horrid place! I had no choice in the matter, let me be clear about that!

[horsepoop]

I believe you!

[He does! Really! He may not be Kasen's BFF, but he knows his feelings about elegance. Dumpster diving is not elegant.]

It broke my arm, for a while. [Glitching. He means glitching. But he's trying to sympathize.]

[liberalarts]

What? Namazuo-kun—

[ That at least gets Kasen to switch from Kitchen Guardian Mode (tm) to Team Mom Mode (tm), and his expression immediately becomes one of concern as he looks towards the wakizashi's arms. ]

My goodness, how did that happen? How are you now? Did Haru-dono repair you?

[ If you wanted to sneak food, this is the chance to guilt Kasen while he's weak... ]

[horsepoop]

[D'aww, Cooking Mama Kasen is so nice. Namazuo smiles, holding out both his arms and spreading his fingers wide.]

I'm alright! It fixed itself after a little while. I'm not sure what happened--I was in that awful game, and then when I got out, my arm just kept... flickering. Like-- like a ghost! Scary, isn't it? [Says the sword spirit... 2spoopy

He really is fine, though, and he is hungry... but he's not cunning enough to play the guilt card. All he can do is hope his wakizashi charm is strong enough!]

That smells delicious, by the way! [Puppy eyes...]

a!

[swordsitter]

[ oh thank god, there are people to help with the cooking again.. and kasen's dishes are always especially pretty and nice.

haru was coming in from his job-hunt when he realized what was going on in the kitchen. he toes off his shoes and goes to wash his hands, then comes back and puts on his apron, pulling his little step-stool out.. ]

What can I do to help, Kasen-san?

[liberalarts]

Ah, Haru-dono, good afternoon—

[ Kasen greets him with a warm smile, since of course he's always happy to see him! Haruji is always welcome in his kitchen, since Haruji also isn't a sneaky fattydingdongs that comes up with elaborate schemes to steal food... ]

Well, I'm working on cutting things into nice shapes at the moment, actually. If you would like to help with that, I would appreciate it.

[ He finishes cutting his carrot round into a cherry blossom shape, then reaches to grab another knife for Haru to use. ]

Ah, I don't remember, do you know how to make the shape?

[swordsitter]

[ haru doesn't smile at kasen, because haru probably has no idea how to actually smile, but his eyes warm fondly at the greeting. ]

Sure, I don't mind. [ rolling his sleeves up as he watches the other man, he glances up at the question. ] Mm.. sort of? I can practice a few times to make sure, I guess. [ he'd suggest that even his screw-ups will still taste fine, but he knows how kasen is about aesthetics. he can just save his practice pieces for his lunch tomorrow. ]

You didn't waste any time starting work.. [ he appreciates it, but he also wouldn't have been unhappy if the spirit had taken a few days to acclimate. ]

[liberalarts]

Then thank you! Even you practice will look good, I'm sure.

[ Maybe... Kasen may be a bit biased for his saniwa, and his biases are a terribly blinding thing. For his part, he's cutting the shapes deftly, which is no surprise, since there's a sizable bowl of them already made. ]

But no, I did not... It's just what I needed, I think. After the terrible welcoming that CERES gave me, I was very upset! But ahh, I woke this morning and had the thought that I might as well make a meal, since you know, I did see Kashuu taking a truly sad lunch the other day. [ It was probably perfectly fine... ] And have you been eating well? I hope someone has at least been making dinner.

c?!

[hoasen]

[Sorry...world...she's been punished for taking too much take out so now she must come down to mooch because being dead tired is no excuse for bad nutrition.

She managed to catch Kasen cooking and serving though, but she was too late to offer help to cook! Maybe she can help clean up.]

O-oh! [She remembered Japan making this before.] How fragrant!

[liberalarts]

[ Kasen is the one serving up bowls, because ever a team mom, he's all about portion control and making sure that everyone is getting a correct portion of the meal. While even some tantou likely could eat as much as Iwatooshi, that doesn't mean they should, in his opinion! ]

Ah, Vietnam-san! Welcome.

[ He remembers her from their Tetris Death Match, and as he had mentioned at the time, he's glad to see her in a less dire situation. He grabs a bowl, then gives her a warm smile. ]

Would you like a serving? There is enough to share.

[hoasen]

[Somewhere, she can hear a million swords and one saniwa relieved that there is someone who is responsible again after Mitsutada's disappearance. He's also very meticulous, more so than the stylish sword.

But he's so generous?! Look how happy he is.]

Kasen! If there is enough, I would like to have some, please. [Shhh this is why she's here.] Did you make this?

[liberalarts]

There is, yes. I always make enough for leftovers, but—

[ He turns away from her slightly, but it's only so that he can start to dip up a bowl. It's a dish that's close to art, certainly, or at least it would seem so when you're hungry... ]

It's always better fresh. I'd rather someone eat it now than later.

[hoasen]

[She watches as he works. He's very careful, making sure that it's presentable. Even though it's something so homely. That and maybe because yes, she's very hungry.]

Then I am glad. I would definitely like to sample your cooking while it is at its most delicious.

[liberalarts]

[ He finishes dipping up the bowl to his satisfaction, and then offers it to her with a bright, warm smile. It's clear that he puts a lot of care into his food, not only with the detail in it, but also with how happy he seems to share. ]

Then please, enjoy.

[ Once she takes it, he looks around, then nods. ]

...Which I do think that very well may be the last of people to get their bowl. Would you mind terribly if I joined you?