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Who: Flamesilocks ( ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
flaredo ) and the Eats Bears ( souperb )
When: ICly sometime after the rescue mission...
Where: Ye Olde Grocery Shoppe, and then Ye Olde Milla's Apartment
What: In the middle of buying ingredients, Yang and Milla's fated meeting turns into a cooking arc. A friendly one. No Shokugekis will be declared here.
Rating/Warning: none!
[ hmph. there's still something very odd about how she's settled into some kind of routine. get up... go to work... talk to (and pretend not to talk to) who she will, do this, do that, plant flowers in animal crossing. the works. honestly, being here was simpler than even back "home", if it could be called that, where they went around blowing up worlds and things... disregarding the more questionable parts of this place, of course.
and that is odd.
yet life goes on.
admittedly, thoughts like that aren't the main priority on milla's mind right now. she's got a basket in hand and is currently scanning the vegetables in front of her with some extreme kind of focus that's probably more fit for thoughts concerning her ~mysterious circumstances~ than thoughts regarding dinner, but right now dinner is the closest thing. she's gotten used to taking things one step at a time.
one step at a time involves staring at the potatoes with enough intensity to cook them, while completely disregarding her surroundings. ]
... Maybe I'd make that if I wanted to eat cardboard. [ ... ] No, that's way too boring.
[ murmured to herself. sorry to anyone waiting to get at those potatoes, milla's currently got 1000% authority over them. ]
flaredo ) and the Eats Bears ( souperb )When: ICly sometime after the rescue mission...
Where: Ye Olde Grocery Shoppe, and then Ye Olde Milla's Apartment
What: In the middle of buying ingredients, Yang and Milla's fated meeting turns into a cooking arc. A friendly one. No Shokugekis will be declared here.
Rating/Warning: none!
[ hmph. there's still something very odd about how she's settled into some kind of routine. get up... go to work... talk to (and pretend not to talk to) who she will, do this, do that, plant flowers in animal crossing. the works. honestly, being here was simpler than even back "home", if it could be called that, where they went around blowing up worlds and things... disregarding the more questionable parts of this place, of course.
and that is odd.
yet life goes on.
admittedly, thoughts like that aren't the main priority on milla's mind right now. she's got a basket in hand and is currently scanning the vegetables in front of her with some extreme kind of focus that's probably more fit for thoughts concerning her ~mysterious circumstances~ than thoughts regarding dinner, but right now dinner is the closest thing. she's gotten used to taking things one step at a time.
one step at a time involves staring at the potatoes with enough intensity to cook them, while completely disregarding her surroundings. ]
... Maybe I'd make that if I wanted to eat cardboard. [ ... ] No, that's way too boring.
[ murmured to herself. sorry to anyone waiting to get at those potatoes, milla's currently got 1000% authority over them. ]