Cooking With Gladio

[callmegladio]

Who: Gladio and OPEN
What: Gladio cooks. ^^ Come by and eat his food, it's not half bad!
Where: Kitchen, mainly.
When: Fiddlesticks day 8. Afternoonish.


While he may not have been a fancy cook or professional in any way, Gladio wasn't a slouch in the kitchen. He knew his way around and he could rustle something up in a pinch if he needed to. So that's how he ended up in the kitchen with Noct teaching him how to make a simple spaghetti and sauce meal. Though he did go a little adventurous and make meatballs for it as well.

It was strange to make something for so many people though. He normally had a hard time gauging amounts and would often make too much of a thing. Now they were deliberately doing that to make sure that everyone on the train had a chance to eat (and seconds, if they wanted!)

With the train rocking as it was, once the HUGE pan of spaghetti was made, Gladio kept it in the kitchen where it was safe. He had bowls ready. When the guys got hungry, he would be ready.

In the meantime... he decided to make cupcakes as well.

Comments

Making cupcakes!

[sonoflucis]

Noct had had a great time learning to make spaghetti. It actually tasted good, too! When Gladio suggested cupcakes, he was rearing and ready.

"What flavor are we going to make?"

[callmegladio]

The kitchen was pretty well stocked for things like this, much to Gladio's surprise. Though given who occupied the kitchen the most it shouldn't have really.

"What would you like?" Gladio asked as he started gathering the basic ingredients they'd need. "What's your taste buds craving for right now?"

[sonoflucis]

Noct thought about it for a moment, his tongue poking out as he thought. "Why not chocolate for the cake and vanilla for the frosting?"

[wisdominshadows]

There's a knock at the kitchen entrance.

"Excuse me? I heard there was a meal of some sort?"

[callmegladio]

Gladio was just washing up the pans they had used when someone knocked and he laughed.

"Yeah, come on in. Hope spaghetti and meatballs are do your liking?" Or just normal spaghetti. There was a large pan of it without, just in case.

[wisdominshadows]

Sorry, Gladio; this is the Princess of Hyrule, not the Mushroom Kingdom, and no plumbers from Brooklyn have graced her with Italian-American culinary knowledge.

"I'm not sure I've ever-" she looks around, eyes settling on the pan. "Ah. That would be spaghetti?"

[sizedoesntmatter]

"Do you need help with anything?" Yugi felt a little bad at not being able to dive for long periods or be a help, so he had instead tried to focus on being able to help others when he could on the train.

The kitchen seemed like one of the better places to be as there was lots he could do here.

"Even if it's something small."

[callmegladio]

"Only help I need is getting all this food eaten!" Gladio grinned and waved Yugi over. "You hungry? There's plenty to eat."

"And maybe, if you're still interested in helping, washing up after everyone's finished?" He didn't really want to, but since the kid had asked and he knew he wouldn't unless he really wanted something to do, this seemed the better option. "I wash and you dry?"

[sizedoesntmatter]

He shook his head slightly. "Not right now, no." At least on the hunger subject. He knew that it hadn't been all that long since he last ate and knew it would be sometime before he would be hungry again, but he was at least more than happy to help dry at least.

"Sure, I can do that." He said with a smile before going to grab a towel that was needed. "I assume you have been doing the cooking as a way to be helpful right?"

[sensitiveapple]

Misa drags in the latest round of towels that she's been washing pretty much nonstop since this whole "adventure" started. She's seen the food before, and likes the way it smells, but being around this man makes her miss Jocko. They give off the same feeling of safety and security to her.

Humming to herself, she starts folding the towels, and wash cloths that she's been using to clean things with and puts them in their proper place.

"Do you need any help?" She asks, still folding laundry.

[callmegladio]

Gladio was just washing up the last of the pans he's used when Misa made her offer. He smiled and started to shake his head, but then stopped.

"Are you hungry? There's plenty of food." He put the pan on the side to drip dry and grabbed a cloth to dry his hands on. "Are you interested in cooking?"

[sensitiveapple]

She cocks her head to the side. "Some?" She says, cautiously. "Back home at the House, Freema does all the cooking, but the Mistress says that a Mistress needs to know how the entire House runs, and that includes the kitchen." Which means, Misa knows some things about the kitchen, but actually putting food together? Nope. Well, except for the sandwiches Bucky had shown her.

[gundamofthedesert]

Quatre had stayed with the train when Trowa had gone out. Even though it wasn't his normal team, this being his first mission, he had wanted to stay closer to their home base. Also, Trowa had just gotten that kitten and he didn't want it to be left alone for long periods of time so soon after Trowa had gotten it.

This was certainly a new experience. But he happened upon his bunkmate making food in the kitchen. He heard that he was going to be making it for many others, which was very nice.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

[callmegladio]

"Just eat up!" Gladio laughed and gestured toward the two large pans full of spaghetti, one with and one without meatballs.

He smiled at Quatre as he put away the pants and utensils he and Noct had used.

[gundamofthedesert]

"Thank you. It's very kind of you to make all of this."

He looked at the two pans of spaghetti before deciding to try some from the tray without meatballs.

"You must really like to cook."

[singlefaith]

The smell is wonderful -- definitely different than anything from home, but also different from what's been on the train so far. The aroma attracts Ran to the kitchen area from two cars away.

She pokes her head into the kitchen with her eyes closed, just enjoying the scent -- only to flash immediately somewhere between amused and embarrassed when she opens them and realizes someone's in there already. "Sorry! It smells wonderful."

[callmegladio]

Gladio was leaning against the counter, his own bowl of spaghetti in front of him. He chuckled and waved the girl inside. "Then come in. Made enough for a small army." He joked, gesturing to the two pans of spaghetti, one with meatballs and one without.

"Help yourself." After all, he and Noct had made it for everyone on the train. It needed to be eaten, not just smelled. And even if he did say so himself, it wasn't too bad!

[singlefaith]

A quick wave of the hands. "Only if you weren't already planning on guests!" Because he may well have made it with people in mind already, and it would be impolite to intrude.

[blue_ice]

Kaiba has taken a dive every day. It's interesting work and important, but by the time he gets changed and trudges across the train, he's exhausted. He's lightly dozing in his chair, but he can still blink up at a passerby.

"Smells like someone's busy."

[callmegladio]

Gladio had come through to the dining carriage to check on whether any bowls had been left around and found a few. He grabbed them up, trying not to disturb Kaiba since it looked like the guy was asleep, but clearly wasn't quiet enough.

"Just making myself useful." Gladio replied as he stacked the bowls. "Come try some. Have you eaten today?"

[blue_ice]

Kaiba opened his mouth to answer, but then had to think. Did he...?

"I don't recall," was his reply. He forced himself to stand, inclining his head. He started to follow his nose, tired but...oh. His stomach growled, betraying him.

"Maybe not."

[mayp]

May was always grateful when other people cooked enough food for her to eat. She still somehow hadn't been banned from the kitchen (though if you asked her family she was always banned). As she pushed the door open, she couldn't help but think it smelled amazing.

Spotting someone she hadn't had a chance to talk to yet she approached them. "Hi, I'm May Parker. I heard you were cooking? It smells amazing. Do you mind if I have some?" she asked curiously.

[callmegladio]

Leaning against a counter, arms folded across his chest and eyes on the oven, Gladio didn't really notice anyone had entered the kitchen until they spoke. He lifted his head and flashed a grin. "Hi. I'm Gladio. And sure." He nodded to the pans of spaghetti and the small stack of clean bowls he'd left beside them.

"Help yourself. There's enough to go around." He paused and then laughed. "Probably enough for seconds and thirds honestly."

[callmegladio]

Gladio had heard through the grapevine that there might be people in the medical carriage. So he'd put a tray together. A nice, heaping bowl of spaghetti, a tall glass of lemonade and two colourfully frosted chocolate chip cupcakes. It was a pretty good spread, he though. And he was very proud of himself for not spilling the juice everywhere getting to the medical carriage.

He gave a knock on the door before he entered.

"Hey, anyone in here? I've food if you're hungry?" Gladio called and stepped inside with the tray.

[najaran]

"Food?" Yes, that was enough to rouse Najaran from her coma-like sleep. She... was in bad shape. She hadn't worn her SCA at all so far, and had been doing deep sea diving without that protection and without, pun not intended, training. But she had been determined to help.

Now however, she was determined to eat. And then get back out there. She was bundled up in blankets, trying to free her arms so she could feed herself.