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Who: Xue Yang and Anyone
Where: Kitchen
When: Fiddlesticks Day 17
What: Attempting at cooking? Yeah that is it...Feel free to stumble upon his attempts.
Warnings: It's Xue Yang..so there could be talk or actual violence

Xue Yang has some business to take care of in the kitchen. He doesn't know how to cook and he doesn't particularly care if what he is cooking actually turns out. He has made sure to pick a time when it would be quiet, before anyone wants to begin working on anything for breakfast. He had some activities last night that now require the destruction of anything that might tie him to that activity.

The item in question is already laid out in the bottom of the oven, the temperature set at 425 degrees because that just seemed like a decent place to set it. And to make sure things don't seem suspicious in the least, a pan full of uncooked bacon has also been set in the oven. He doesn't know if that's how you actually cook bacon but at least the smell of that cooking might mask the scent of something else burning.

He rummages around until he finds something that he can snack on while he waits for a certain item to no long exist. As he is doing that he notices the smoke that is escaping from around the edges of the oven door. That's either a good sign..or a bad sign. And he's not too worried so he's not going to open that oven until he is sure that the item inside is certainly nothing but ash. At least the room is smelling like bacon so part of the plan is working.

He finds some carrot sticks and munches on them as he waits.

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So now he was on the hunt for several things. In his world there was no such things as storage. You bought what you intended to eat for that day. If you had things that could last a couple days then that was nice, but not necessarily safe. The coffin house they lived in didn't exactly have any appliances and since he often traveled after his time there, he had no need to learn to cook on his own.

After a little rummaging around he finally found the box that keeps things cold. He found the eggs and later a few of the fruits. He brought all of that over and set them on the counter.

As he searched, Sonya took the time to try and get a better scope of the kitchens. The ovens and what could only be stove tops were easy to reach at the very least, however, with only one arm, she doubted she'd be able to do much for food prep.

When he finally placed the ingredients on the counter, Sonya felt her broken arm itch even more in the cast. If she were fully healed, she could manage on her own; as it was, he would still have to do much of the work. Atleast, the bananas and berries would be simple enough.

The water started to boil, and she eyeballed about a third of the oatmeal and some salt, before turning the heat on low.

"If you can crack..say 12 eggs into a bowl, then hand me a frying pan, a whisk, and one of the white spatulas, I'll take care of the rest."

It takes him a couple tries but he finally figures out what a spatula and a whisk are and sets them beside her. He sets to work cracking the eggs and once they are done he places that near her as well.

"How did you get hurt?" He wonders if it happened on that strange place they had been manipulated into assisting. He hadn't particularly cared about helping out but at least he got to kill things.

"Injured in the line of duty." Not completely a lie, since she was Pulled before the stones could crush her further, but that was only at the timing of this place.

She kept an eye on the pot, stirring on occasion to keep it from sticking. "Then found myself here."

There was more of course, but even if they were on the same team, she couldn't bring herself to become that open about what happened. Bad enough she had to face it in her sleep.

She'd set a skillet on the stove, along with some butter to melt while he scrambled the eggs. Every attempt to lift something is brought with suppressed pain, but they had a job and like hell was she not going to help out if she could.

"Thanks.." She poured the eggs into the skillet and started to make scrambled eggs.

"We'll need two platters for the eggs and bacon, the oats could remain in the pot, just kept on the stove." She'll get the fruit set up last.

"Saved by the train. Familiar story." He grabs the plates and sets them on the counter. "I should be dead." And the train whisked him away in the knick of time with all his limbs.

So at least he doesn't have to deal with all of that, but there is still the knowledge that if he ever leaves the train, his story is over. Not that it really bothers him that much. Death doesn't scare him and he deserves it for the things he has done.

He just finds it interesting that of all the people to save..the train chose him.