castle_perrault | alas, it's not omelettes

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His stay in this castle has gotten a lot longer than expected.

Which is a bit worrying for a variety of different reasons. But then there's the more practical concerns of being trapped in a magical castle, too--like the fact that most of the food to be found so far consists of either fruits from the garden or cakes from the ballroom, mostly. (Cakes with strange not-edible things inside them...) And that's just...not enough, honestly. A growing boy is a perpetually hungry one, and there's a lot to be said for the lack of actual meals lately.

But today Lucas finally stumbles into a kitchen in his wanderings. It's disappointingly ghost-free, much the way the rest of the castle has been--he wonders what Duster would think of all this--but still, the room is large, and there are pots and utensils hung across the walls, and vegetables in the cabinets. ...Perfectly fresh vegetables. Which is pretty odd, but...everything else about this place is odd already. Lucas sets them out on the counter anyway.

Because he does know how to cook, a bit. Flint would often be away for multiple days at a time, and so Lucas is mostly self-taught, using advice from fellow villagers and experimenting a bit on his own...after three years, putting together a decent vegetable stew isn't too hard at all. There's a wood stove that's easy enough to light a fire in, and there's water here and a large pot there...

And so visitors might be drawn in by a faint but pleasant smell, wafting through the open kitchen doorway. Lucas is found standing at a counter (on top of a tall stool, so that he can actually reach everything), carefully chopping more assorted vegetables with a knife while a large pot simmers gently on the stove nearby. He's humming to himself very softly, but is otherwise absorbed in deep concentration as he tries to get these vegetable chunks just the right size, and doesn't notice anyone coming in or watching just yet.

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Frisk, too, has been dealing with a fairly terrible diet. It's taken them a bit longer to care, since they genuinely like the fruit and cakes and candy they've found around the castle, but just catching the smell of something that's none of those things is enough to get them to follow it.

So they very quietly slide in, watching for a bit.

They at least wait until he's not actively putting the knife near his fingers before talking.

"Making something?"

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At some point they all probably ought to get together and set some sort of consensus about food--maybe take some turns making some nice meals, or something. Out of those of them that could cook, anyway...but with a kitchen at hand maybe things wouldn't be so hard.

Lucas has just paused to quietly appraise the chunks of celery he's just finished dicing up--they all seem to be a good size, now--and then a voice speaks up seemingly out of nowhere, and he jumps a bit, almost slipping off the stool in his haste to turn around. Though the familiarity of the voice does register, belatedly...and he ends up looking over to Frisk with a mixture of surprise and sheepishness.

"Oh--yes." He pauses, and carefully sets the knife down on the counter for the moment. "Found this kitchen just now, so I thought--maybe I'd try something." Lucas shrugs, glancing over to the simmering pot, but when he looks to Frisk again he manages a small smile. Lucas certainly seems in better spirits on the whole, since the last time they'd met--but then, he's a lot less tired now too. "Nice seeing you again, Frisk. ...Are you hungry too?"

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They take a hasty step forward, just in case they need to catch him (again), but he's fine. They end up standing next to the counter instead.

"Hi, Lucas." They grin back. "A little. Had an apple from the garden, but...kind of tired of those."

The stand on tiptoe and try to peer into the pot. "What are you making? Soup?" they guess. "Don't know how to make anything with...this kind of stuff. Mostly just noodles and things in cans, but there's none of that here."

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"Mm...yeah, same here. Don't mind apples, but...there's a lot of them."

As Frisk comes to the counter Lucas turns back towards it, scooping up his pile of chopped celery onto a platter. He leans around Frisk enough to pour the celery into the pot as they peer into it, reaching for a spoon and prodding it in alongside the other vegetables.

"It's soup, yes. Vegetable soup...hoping it turns out okay." He thinks it probably will, though. The smell is promising. He glances at Frisk curiously. "Noodles...like, the kind in cups? ...I don't think I've eaten anything from a can before..." He considers this for a moment as he stirs the soup wth his spoon some more, then perks up. "It's okay if you don't know how, though. Takes practice to start out. ...But I could teach you a bit, if you want?"

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Hmm.... Is someone cooking?

The pressure is off Mettaton to be a responsible adult now that Toriel has arrived, but that doesn't mean he has any plans to completely relinquish his role as one of Frisk's caretakers. He doesn't know all that much about what humans need to eat to thrive, but he's still fairly certain it doesn't involve endless amounts of candy. What he's smelling seems a great deal more promising.

And besides, as a star with his own cooking show, finding out who's making what is a matter of professional interest.

It turns out the chef du jour is another child, probably around Frisk's age. Mettaton watches from the doorway for a moment until he's set down his knife, then calls out, "Well, hello there, sweetheart! I don't believe I've seen you around before."

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lovetheme

He's managed to dice a whole squash just now--which had been a bit tougher than most of the other vegetables, and so Lucas is feeling quite accomplished at the moment. But just as he steps off his stool with a platter of the squash in hand, headed for the pot, an entirely unfamiliar voice comes in from the doorway. Lucas pauses, turning in surprise--

--and recoils, as metal limbs are the first thing to register. (Robot--) Lucas takes several very quick steps back, stumbling halfway around the counter and nearly dropping the platter of squash...but his wits manage to catch up to him fairly soon. He pauses with half the counter now between them, one hand holding the platter close and the other hand half-reaching for...well, he's not sure. Maybe his stick, if he actually had one right now. But he doesn't.

He's in a castle full of lost people now too, he reminds himself. But Lucas still can't help but stare warily at the robot in the doorway all the same, tense and uncertain.

"...Hi." Words, right. Hmm. "I--I don't think I've seen you before either..."

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Well, now. A hand goes to his hip. That's a reaction he hasn't received for a long time--not since he first reached the surface. Now that he's well on his way to becoming famous with humans, their surprise these days is usually followed by the good kind of excitement.

That's fine, of course. He has no doubts this boy will be another fan of his before they know it.

He spreads his hands, showing that they're empty, as he says, "I can't say I'm surprised. I've only just arrived, myself, and this castle is much too large for the number of people living in it.

"Anyway. I'm Mettaton: pop idol and movie star extraordinaire!" He resists the urge to strike a pose; sudden movements would no doubt scare the poor child, and that would certainly count. "What's your name, darling?"

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...Well. Alright. The robot's made no move to attack just yet, so that's a very good sign already--in Lucas's experience, most robots that plan on attacking at all don't really waste any time doing it. The open-handed gesture is a nice touch too--this guy certainly does seem weapon-free...

Lucas relaxes marginally but visibly, at the words. Hesitates, and then draws forward just enough to set his squash platter safely onto the counter--though he still keeps said counter between the both of them. Mostly just to be on the safe side, but also...because he now has quite a few questions, if the way his expression closes with some faint confusion is anything to go by.

"...I'm Lucas." He pauses, rubbing one of his arms and eyeing Mettaton uncertainly. "What's...a 'pop idol'? --You're not one of Porky's robots, are you?"

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Tauriel is on her way to the kitchen with a basket of herbs when the scent of cooking vegetables reaches her. This is a pleasant surprise; her pace picks up until she reaches the kitchen.

It is the new human child who is responsible, which surprises her again: she had thought she would find the new woman, Toriel. He seems capable and sure, but still, she guesses he would welcome aid.

"Greetings, Lucas," she says as she enters the kitchen.

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lovetheme

He's sweeping a platter of shelled peas into the pot when Tauriel comes in; it's a pretty quiet entrance until she speaks up, and he looks up in surprise. But soon that's replaced with a small and pleased smile, once he recognizes who it is.

"Hello, Tauriel. I mean--greetings. Yes." Well, it's probably the same both ways, but he wants to respond with the right amount of formality. (That came out a bit awkward anyway, but oh well.) He sets his platter down on the counter, and then turns to face her properly, eyeing her basket curiously. "Are you wanting to use this kitchen, too? I think this is almost finished, so that's alright..."

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lightofthestars

Tauriel shakes her head. "I am in no hurry. Please take your time."

She sets her basket upon the table, then finds a chair and sits so she does not tower over him.

"I was not aware anyone else but Grune knew how to cook in this place."

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lovetheme

"Oh...alright, then. Thank you."

Lucas moves to retrieve his chopping knife as Tauriel sits down, absently grabbing a few tomatoes from a nearby vegetable pile he'd set up and very slowly slicing into them. He does look Tauriel's way at the remark, though, and shrugs somewhat sheepishly.

"I do know how to cook a little bit, yes. Don't think I'm very good at it yet, but..." He glances back over to the pot. "Wanted to try out these vegetables somehow. ...You know how to cook too?" That's not so surprising, actually. Tauriel seems like a very grown up and capable sort of person.

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lightofthestars

"I do, though not with any great skill," she says. "I can cook well enough to sustain myself, but that is all."

She looks to the vegetable scraps, thoughtful. "What have you been using in your soup?"

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"Now what kind of pie should we make today?" Grune asks Sophie as they make their way to the kitchen.

Grune had found the kitchen long ago, and Sophie does a very good job of remembering where it is. It's a good place for baking things, and for making sure Sophie gets her vegetables, so she can grow up nice and strong.

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lostlegacy

Right away, Sophie replies with "Apple!"

That kind of pie is great, and apples are easy to find, so she doesn't have to waste time looking for things to go into the pie when she could be eating it. She makes a face, remembering what happened when she said "blueberry."

While neither Grune nor Sophie are particularly loud, stone hallways tend to draw sound, and so their approach shouldn't be much of a surprise to Lucas--unless, of course, he's concentrating hard.

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lovetheme

Indeed, even when chopping vegetables, voices in a nearby stone hall are harder to miss. Lucas doesn't pay it too much thought until he realizes they're slowly growing louder and closer, though, and then he realizes they might be headed this way. So he pauses, knife poised in hand but not quite starting on chopping a set of carrots at his elbow yet, and peers at the doorway. The voices sort of sound vaguely familiar...

And then there are faces in the doorway to match, and Lucas brightens, turning on top of his stool to face the two. "Oh--hello, Grune. And Sophie too..." Two friends at once, that's pretty lucky. He glances thoughtfully to his carrots, and back to them again. "Were you guys going to cook something? I can move out of the way if you need me to..."

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lostinmyway

Grune's face lights up at the sight of one of her new friends. How lovely!

"Hello, Lucas! Don't worry--you don't need to move. We can wait. Right, Sophie?"

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sansational

Sans is in and out of the kitchen fairly often, since his experiment with the hot dog stand. There's not a lot kept there that interests them, but he's gotten pretty familiar with what's there that does.

He's also gotten used to it being empty, most days, but the smell alerts Sans as he approaches that he's not going to be alone today. He pauses for a moment, weighing up his options...but finally, curiosity wins out, especially since he's not actually sure he recognizes that smell to begin with. A lot of the people in his life had their own ideas of what constituted healthy eating, and a proper array vegetables could be hard to come by in Snowdin.

Sans pauses in the doorway when he recognizes Lucas, but just long enough for comprehension to dawn.

"well. that smells...healthy."

Sans sounds like he isn't entirely sure how to feel about that. But food is a subject of particular interest to most monsters, and so Lucas definitely has his attention.

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lovetheme

Lucas still hasn't quite mastered potatoes yet, as it turns out. Or at least, that's how it feels to him, painstakingly trying to peel a set of them now as the stew simmers away beside him. Mom had always seemed able to peel them almost instantly, but if there's some secret knack to it Lucas has yet to quite discover it. And so it remains a very time-consuming process on the whole...

A familiar voice speaks up behind, and Lucas starts a bit. And then, as he turns, he almost drops the half-peeled (and thus half-slippery) potato in his hand; it's only with a rather impressive bout of frantic fumbling that he manages to snatch it back out of the air before it's too close to the floor.

Lucas straightens with recovered potato in one hand and his knife in the other, blinking owlishly at the doorway and...the person standing in it.

"Oh...hello Sans." The comment finally sinks in around this time. "Does it really? That's good, if it does smell like that...it's vegetable soup. And Mom--" A slight, almost imperceptible pause. He glances back down to his potato. "--Mom always said vegetables are very healthy for you. Helps with growing."

He turns away long enough to set the potato and knife back onto the counter, before he steps off his stool. "Are you here to cook something too?"

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sansational

Sans has actually grown somewhat used to people having that reaction, when he turns up. Humans just don't see a lot of skeletons, apparently. So he waits patiently for Lucas to recover both his potato and his wits, and then he gives a little wave and a smile to show he means no harm. He just saunters into the room to take a seat at the nearest table, resting his chin somewhat sleepily in his hand.

The mention of a Mom gets a widened eyesocket in the skeletal equivalent of a raised eyebrow, but no comment just yet. Sans doesn't really remember his parents, but he can accept that they're a touchy subject for people. Family in general usually is.

"me? nah." He grins as though the very idea is another good joke. "i was, uh, mostly just here to see what was already laying around and edible. hot dogs and ketchup...that's about it, for me. tried to make a pie, once. it was so bad i left it under a bench and forgot about it." He hadn't been ready for the responsibility. "you still got growing to do, kid? how tall are humans supposed to get, anyway?" Lucas seems to be quite a sensible size to Sans as he is now.

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lovetheme

It's true, such mellow skeletons are still taking just a bit of getting used to. (And, admittedly, Lucas gets really wrapped up when it comes to cooking things too...) But Sans is most definitely a friend, qualified twice-over with Frisk's approval and their last conversation about jokes and hot dogs and history combined. With the initial surprise quickly wearing off now, Lucas is very pleased to run into Sans again, if the small smile he gives the latter in return is any indication.

Family does seem to be a weighty topic anymore. Lucas finds some aspects of it a lot easier to talk about than others, but even after all this time, mentioning Mom offhand still feels--heavy. Even if it'd sort of slipped out before he could think about it, this time. Still, the lack of comment is appreciated for now.

Drifting over to the pot on the stove, Lucas picks up a spoon but glances back over to Sans before doing anything with it just yet, eyebrows coming together in bemusement at the sheer oddness of the question. "Growing? Well--yes, I think so. Most people I know back home are still taller than me because they're older. Like Duster...he's--" Lucas pauses, reaching back in his memory and then gesturing with his free hand, which he raises pretty much full arm's-length over his head. "About up there. And Dad is, too. But they're adults, so it makes sense...I think you stop growing once you're an adult." Absentmindedly, Lucas begins stirring the stew with his spoon, but a small and thoughtful frown crosses his features. "Well...unless you're old Leder, I guess. I'm not sure if he ever stopped growing."

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sansational

Sans watches this little display with a fair amount of genuine curiosity. Lucas is still the second-or-maybe-third human he's ever met, after all, even if his makeshift experiment turned up a couple of others, too. Both of whom had been taller than the kid, but it's nice to get an explanation from a friend.

"i'm an adult, technically." Probably. Maybe. Sans sometimes loses track of how old he is. Most monsters do, after a certain point. It's not like there's any real way to keep track of days to be sure. Either way, he still has to fight not to snort when attempting to refer to himself with such a mature sort of word. "at least, i bet i'm definitely older than you. this is as big as i'm ever getting." He gestures at himself - solidly built, but also short. "my brother, though...i mean, ah, one of my brothers..." Sans stands up on the bench and holds a hand at the height his head is there. S-4 is a bit shorter, but still taller than Sans. "and my other brother." He holds his arm up as high as it will go. Or at least, Gaster had been that tall before he'd been reduced to a somewhat amorphous mess of broken timelines.

"i'm up for counting old leder if you are."

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