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WHO: Evie and OTA!
WHERE: Kitchen
WHEN: Bassoon Day 3, evening
WHAT: Evie's giving Harry his space to settle down after a small argument. She's also doing some cooking. Nothing too exciting, but she'll feed anyone that shows up. Who wants some cheesy toasted sourdough with tomatoes? You? Cool. Get in here.
WARNINGS: Eh. Talks of life on a prison island are probable? I'll warn you if there is anything truly awful talked about.

Three days in and Evie's settling somewhat into a routine. She gets up, showers and dresses for the day, makes sure her space in the sleeper car is neat. And then there's breakfast, chores. Other boring parts of the day scattered between doing their team chores with the rest of her team. But she hadn't interacted much with Harry, mostly because she wanted to give him time to cool off. But the truth was, she was starting to miss him. And he was a piece of home that she didn't want to just ignore.

Not to mention this had given her time to sit back and think about things.

Two years ago, they'd been on opposite sides. Slightly over two days ago, they'd been on the same side, trying to protect Auradon from Audrey. And now, he was her friend. She was certain of it. Just like she was sure she saw a lot more in him than he probably saw in himself.

Not to mention, they grew up on the same island, in the same situation. They understood each other, even with that gap in years. And that was why she was giving him the distance he needed to breathe and reset himself.

At present, Evie was in the kitchen. Someone had made sourdough. Several loaves of it, in fact, and Evie'd cut into one of the loaves to make something to eat. While she waited for her food to finish cooking,s he'd pulled a chair up to the counter and had her journal out.

With her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, she worked on a few sketches. Clothing designs, if anyone was to peek, and all of them made from the clothes they had now. She didn't have much in the way of plans to actually make these clothes, mostly because she greatly lacked in the tools to do it, but that wasn't going to stop her from planning.

Nearby, a mug of tea steamed away and while she looks entirely lost in thought, she was not going to turn anyone away whether they needed company or food. Or both.

She could do both.

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Romeo made his way to the kitchens. He was hungry and even though he wasn't one of the people who wore red, he wore blue, he hoped no one would be too mad if he made some food. He might make some for Joss too, Joss would be hungry too.

He's been on the train a few days now and was settling in, everyone he had met was really nice and though it was still sad that he was separated from Elfnein... He could only hope that they would find a way to get back to heaven soon. He's been keeping his spirits up and trying to help Joss as well. Joss often struggled to keep his spirits up and he was very sad about being separated from miss Ayumu.

He entered the kitchen, there was another person there and Romeo smiled at her. "Hello miss!"

He hoped she didn't mind him being here!

Evie's first thought is this child is precious and polite and she wants to keep him. She misses her adopted sister, Dizzy, something fierce, and this kid's cheerful greeting reminded her of that vibrant Isle girl from home. So she grins at him in return, clearly not minding his presence at all.

"Hello! I'm Evie. Would you like something to eat?"

"Hello miss Evie! I'm Romeo!" He nodded, "I would, I didn't think anyone would mind if I came to make some!"

The food here seemed to be for everyone, so that was good. He smiled at Evie, she has very cool blue hair!

“I made a lot of grilled cheese sandwiches with tomatoes in them, and I’m not about to eat all of them, so there’s some for you if you want them.”

They’re already stacked on a plate nearby, steaming slightly from beingten out of the oven recently.

“I cook when I need to set aside a problem I can’t work out. It’s a small break.”

Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomatoes sounded really delicious and Romeo grinned and nodded. "Thank you miss Evie! They smell really delicious." He went over to take one before jumping up to sit on one of the counters. It was a jump a child of his height probably shouldn't have cleared so easily.

"Cooking is good for having a break, it's really fun and it means you got to think about that instead of the thing that is tricky." He agrees though he wonders what problem she has. Maybe he can help!

Evie was pretty impressed by the jump, moving just slightly to catch him because for a moment it alarmed her. But he's fine, so she steps back to what she'd been doing, nodding in agreement with what he said.

"Exactly. It's a hobby of mine, so for me, it's kind of like a mental reset. I have to focus on the cooking, otherwise I might burn something or add too much of an ingredient. So it's helpful."

"It's a hobby of mine too miss Evie! I didn't know how to do it at all but I practised really hard and had some really good teachers so now I know how to do it!"

He grins and pauses to eat some of the sandwich. "These are really tasty!"

Maybe he can make something for her later, to say thank you.

Harry generally sucks at holding a grudge. He lives too in the moment to hang on to hurt feelings for too long in most cases, and at the end of the day Evie's all he's got from home anyway, other than his hook. And hooks can't reminisce or just...talk. At all. So eventually he stops trying to avoid her, and finds himself in the kitchen, where he doesn't immediately turn around and stalk off. Instead, he stalks over and hops up on the countertop to investigate the sandwich situation, like the argument never happened.

Evie is aware he’s in the kitchen before she even sees him and she finds herself relaxing some just because he’s around. He’s from home and, she feels, all she has on the train that’s keeping her from missing home too much. A part of it was there, and that was a weird kind of reassurance. She doesn’t look at him right off, but it’s not out of anger. There are a couple small details she’s adding to a dress she’s designed for herself, her usual and preferred bits of flair that make it special. And then the oven timer goes off and she’s on her feet, grabbing an oven mitt and pulling out a new tray of sandwiches.

One of them gets plated, the best looking one from the oven, and she slides the plate over to Harry with a small smile.

As far as she cares, she’s over that argument, too.

“I didn’t make them,” and people should thank their lucky stars for that. “But there is a tray of brownies, too. I had one a little bit ago and they’re amazing.”

He investigates first. Inspects it carefully, like he half expects the bread to be moldy or something else wrong with it, but it looks fine. Looks good, in fact, and smells better, so he picks it up and takes a bite.

"Just the delivery girl, then?"

There's a hint of a tease, but it's something. No sharp edges or residual grudge, only a tease. Food fixes a lot.

“It’s probably for the best,” Evie replies with a smile, moving to lean on the counter beside Harry. She watches him for a moment for signs that he’s not impressed with the sandwich, but so far so good.

“I’m great with cooking. Not baking. That was always mother’s goblins.”

It's better than anything back home; the bread's fresh, and warm, no mold or anything else weird in it. It might actually be the best thing he's ever eaten, which is probably sad but it is what it is.

"I'll try to remember that. Don't eat your brownies. So who made these?"

Evie's aware of the food quality on the Isle, so she might have it in her head already to make sure Harry eats well. Hope he doesn't mind.

He's her friend, and that means he's important to her. Probably more than she'd like to think about at the moment.

"Don't eat anything I've baked. Except for the sourdough you're eating now. That, someone else started, but I knew how to finish. As for the brownies? I don't really know. They're amazing, though." And Evie might be a bit jealous.

"It's a special bread? I figured it was just...not-Isle bread."

Not that Harry really knows much about cooking anyway, it's 'food he puts in his mouth so he doesn't starve', no reason to get too wrapped up in it. Regardless, he scarfs down the sandwich like he hasn't eaten in a few days or expects her to try to take it away.

"At least you won't try to poison anyone."

"There are many different kinds of breads. I had no idea until two years ago."

And it's actually kind of fascinating.

"And marshmallows. We usually just got the stale ones that usually didn't roast right. Remember? They kinda just turned black and fell apart."

"...how many kinds of bread do you realistically need?"

One. One was the answer, as far as he was concerned. It was bread, you only needed it to make sandwiches out of.

But marshmallows? That was something else entirely. He nodded sagely in remembrance.

"Do they have the better ones here?"

"If I listed off all of the ones I knew, we'd be here for years." There are a lot, Harry. A lot. Tons upon tons. It's pretty wild.

"Not here on the train, but I can probably figure out how to make some. It's just basic chemistry." And she is damn, damn good at that.

"I think we'd need..." Give her one second, she knows a recipe or two. "Corn syrup, sugar, vanilla and gelatin powder."

"No need to look so excited about it. You say chemistry and it just makes it sound boring."

He finishes wolfing down the sandwich and hops down to investigate the brownie situation. Giving him unlimited reign over finding his own food probably isn't the best idea but brownies are involved. It'll be fine. Probably.

"I don't know about boring." She turns to look at him, a faint smirk on her face as she heads to one of the cabinets to look around, try to find what she needs to make the marshmallows. She finds the vanilla and gelatin and speaks again, carrying those to a counter and setting them down.

"The smoke-bombs we used while rescuing Ben a while back were pretty cool."

Guess who made those, Harry?

He watches her without letting on that he is, or at least that's the plan. He's not exactly subtle about much on the best of days.

"Okay, but that's after the chemistry part."

"Oh, no. That was chemistry right before your eyes." And she explains how she made them. How she kept the chemicals separated in the gloves until they were thrown and then mixed upon breaking, and she just barely holds off on explaining how that chemical reaction created the smoke. Just barely.

She was about to ramble and she's sure it's not at all an attractive look. Instead, she finds the last few components she needs to make marshmallows and, after dropping them off with the rest of the supplies, she starts digging for a couple pots.

"Can you do me a favor? There's a bowl of strawberries in the fridge, and I want to try making strawberry flavored marshmallows, but I need at least three of the strawberries. Can you get those out of the fridge for me while I start mixing this stuff?"

"Hi Miss Evie." Kaito comes wandering into the kitchen, clearly looking (like any teenage boy) for a snack.

"Is the kettle still warm?"

"Evie's fine. And yeah, it should be? But we can turn the stove on again, just in case." Evie gives Kaito a smile and shoves one of the grilled cheeses at him. She's made enough for a lot of people, and kind of enjoys making sure people eat.

She's that mom friend in her group.

"Evie then." He grins at the cheese. "New favourite person!" He tips his head to her in thanks.

"I wonder if they have green tea?"

"I looked. I didn't see any," Evie replies. But the kitchen isn't exactly small. There's stuff everywhere. Maybe she missed it?

"Hm." He riffles through the drawers and sighs.

"No, you're right. Oh well. Coffee it is!"

Evie watches him a moment as she picks up one of the sandwiches, taking a bite and looking it over. It was delicious, sure, but from the look on her face she's already thinking of a few dozen ways she could have made this so much better.

Not to mention, there's a distinct lack of tomato soup. She could make some! But it takes a while. A couple hours, if one really wants it done right.

"Coffee it is, then. Though...won't that make it harder for you to sleep?"

"Ehh..." He hums as he pours and stirs, watching her.

"Maybe? I've never really been a good sleeper anyway. It'll probably take more than one cup to do anything. Penny for your thoughts?"

"I think a penny might be a rip-off. My thoughts aren't that interesting, at present."

She's mulling over the issue of being known but not remembering a single soul on the train. It's weighing on her, but since there seems to be no answer at present, she's not going to worry too much on it.

"That bad huh." He makes an interrogative gesture at the cups as he's done - does she want a cup too? - before curling his hands around his.

"Suppose we're all kinda at loose ends here."

"It's pretty bad, yeah." Evie hooks a nearby stool with her foot and brings it over, sitting across from Kaito and reaching for the other cup of tea. She'd love some, thank you. It helps settle her thoughts and steady her nerves.

"I've been approached by a few people in the last couple days, and they all tell me I've been here before. I'm afraid I don't remember them, and it's an awful feeling. And I believe they knew me from before, because when I discovered myself on the platform, I also saw my younger self leaving through the turnstile. It was very confusing."

It still is confusing, the expression on her face suggesting as much with the way her eyes grow larger with concern and her lips purse a bit.

He shifts to let her at the tea.

"Ah... yeah, that would be... odd." He grimaces in sympathy. "Weird how you came and then left without remembering, but I'm guessing this place has something to do with that. It's not exactly a normal location!"

He shakes his head. "Wish I could offer some advice but..."

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