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[Open] Escapades With A Mad Genius

Who: Senku Ishigami and anyone who wants to spend time with him.
Where: Various
When: Imagination 1-6
What: Senku apparently has all kinds of things to do pre-mission.
Warnings: One prompt is medical in nature, it's not really graphic.

Kitchen

In the absence of a laboratory, Senku appeared to be using cooking to cope. No, he wasn't on the purple team, meaning he wasn't officially cooking, but it was keeping him busy, and no one really wanted him to have idle hands for too long.

From the time they left the platform, until the night before the mission, he could likely be found in there at least once a day working on one project or another.

The first day, he was busy using the new ingredient of honey to make a caramel on the stove, and he had bunches of cilantro and some limes on the counter in front of him, as well as a water carbonatation machine.

After that, he could be found with a few other projects. In one instance he had lemons, honey and coconut oil in front of him. In another, he appeared to be making some kind of marinade with soy sauce and a variety of spice packets and some kind of meat. In a third, he was slicing ginger root and daikon as thinly as he could.

On Imagination day 5, he'd found his way to a few mangoes which since he didn't wear his SCA on the train very often, he didn't get the reminder that peeling mangoes was a bad idea. He'd barely started the first one when he developed a rash on his hands and at least the skin that could be seen swelled up, including his eyes and lips, thanks to urushiol being present between the peel and the fruit. One might stop at that point and deal with the allergic reaction, but Senku proceeded to continue peeling fruit as though he wasn't immensely uncomfortable.

Spa

Senku will likely check out the spa late in the evening when he couldn't sleep one night. For modesty's sake, at least other people's modesty, he will select the requisite orange swimsuit and sink into the water for a little soak. Notably, when wet, his hair collapses into some semblance of ordinary.

He wasn't interested in a massage, but a soak and a steam wouldn't be out of place.

[OOC: Also available, choose your own adventure. Senku haunts most cars, he doesn't sleep a whole lot and he doesn't usually mind company. You can just add whatever you like - don't be afraid of the pre-planned threads, or you can contact me on Discord: Ammeschan#5385 or

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"I was kidding, but..." Senku paused, giving it some thought. "At least, it can't explode in a typical way with you know, a burst of flames, unless you're making something that is definitely not bread."

"Bread can, though, if it's not scored properly burst through the crust and make a mess, if that's what you mean. This recipe isn't like that though, it's more of a mix between bread and cake, kind of, even if we're leaning more on the bread side of things."

He put his yeast to the side to cultivate and grow and get ready while he brought forward his bowl for the dry ingredients. He stopped though to make sure the other two were caught up to him.

Edited 2020-11-15 17:49 (UTC)

Thankfully the other two talking gives Inigo some time to catch up without worrying about bread exploding just yet. It's the hair ruffle, really. Nothing motivates Inigo quite as much as a hair ruffle, hence why he happily gets to work.

But by the time he's grabbing his bowl as well, he hears what Senku is saying.

And that makes him freeze before he can even grab any of the ingredients.

"Wait, so some bread can explode?" Even if it's not in the typical explosion way, that's still wild! That thought is definitely reflected on Inigo's face too, giving the ingredients a wary glance.

He was kidding too! Was his pun not good enough...? Or perhaps what he should be focused on instead, is calming down Inigo who has decided explode means literally, to explode in fire and destruction. Roland shakes his head steadily and hands him a bag of flour, with measuring cups as Senku laid out for them in advance.

"Not quite. He means that when you don't open up the dough before putting it in the oven," - which he hopes is a good enough explanation for scoring! - "It could, burst a little bit? And lose its intended shape?" He demonstrates with his hands, formed into a cylindrical shape that he expands as if melting unto the sides.

"That's what you meant, right Senku?" Roland turns to him, though fairly confident he understood that enough.

"That's what I mean, yeah." Senku smiled and shook his head a little wryly. "Apparently my sense of humour is lost on the two of you." It was fine, he didn't look terribly bothered by that. He amused himself and sometimes that was all that mattered.

"Aside from making a mess in your oven there's not much dangerous about exploding bread, and this bread isn't going to explode so don't worry about it. I've made so much of this, I could be a professional. If the profession was specifically to make stollen." Senku chuckled.

"We had to make enough for ten months for about forty people."

The last statement coming from Senku doesn't surprise Inigo too much, considering what he's heard from the other about his situation back home and his world.. Not that he knows everything - not by a long shot - but he can imagine why that kind of situation may come up.

But what's much more important than that is making sure to say--

"Hey, maybe you should just be clearer when something is a joke and when it isn't a joke!" Or maybe Inigo should be less gullible.

Either or.

He will gratefully take the flour from Roland though, starting to measure it out. He did it before back when he baked with Taiki, so this is something he can do well enough.

"A term like exploding bread is just unnerving! But I get it now. I think."

He chuckles at the admonition, though it's said in typical teen lightheartedness. Roland rubs Inigo's back reassuringly before returning to dispensing his own flour, keeping an eye on the yeast.

"In any case pup, we've got a master here. You heard him." And just because he can't help it, with the way the conversation is playing out...

"With Senku in charge of the stollen, we won't knead anyone else."

"It's fine, it's fine, no more jokes." Senku promised with a wave of his hand. He was more inclined to be serious anyway, he couldn't blame Inigo for that preference.

He snorted, Roland that was such a terrible joke his Dad would've made.

He passed out the little spice packets he had. "Put about a third into your flour, and a small pinch of salt. Then trade and give them back so I can dump them in mine." Was that a better measurement, Inigo?

No more jokes, Senku says right as Roland makes a joke..

But at least that seems to be one Inigo does catch on to, because it's easy to catch the smell of dad jokes from ten feet away. But you know what? He's a good enough son that he'll at least smile at it. There, Roland, are you happy now.

Don't mind him as he starts trying to get a third out of this packet without making it all spill out at once while he's talking.

"Well, Senku's just the one giving instructions! There's plenty of room for us to screw up still."

BUT NOT TODAY. Because Inigo manages to get an adequate amount of it before passing the rest back to Senku.

What, you can't blame Roland for trying to batter them up with some compliments!

"Then it'll be a baking adventure. Maybe we'll even come up with a whole new bread recipe." There's always a silver lining!

Roland rotates the ingredients as Senku instructs, and follows the same measurements before the trade-off. A pinch of salt later, he nods and checks Inigo's station just in case. All good so far, nothing's going to happen here today kids. ~~Maybe.~~ He also notices a smidge of stray flour on Inigo's cheek, which he tends to instinctively, raising a two fingers to wipe it away gently before returning back to the work at hand.

"Okay, wet ingredients now, I presume?" Roland asks, glancing at Senku. "I bet with all the fruit we're mixing into this, the kitchen car's going to smell amazing."

It was fine for Roland to make jokes, people got when he was doing it. Senku was clearly too deadpan for that with this crowd.

"Yeah, we're going to use about half a cup of milk and some butter to start." Senku explained. It was all set out already. "Then we're just going to add a bit more milk until it's a dough, to try and keep as much moisture out as possible because the fruit's already a bit wet."

Other recipes had eggs, but they didn't have that handy in the stone world so they adapted.

At first Inigo doesn't quite realise what Roland is doing. He feels the sudden touch on his cheek, looks at the other with surprise-- and then after a moment or two it does dawn that Roland must have cleaned his cheek, leaving him blushing slightly, but happily. It's definitely the kind of thing a parent does, huh.

.. but that was just enough of a distraction that Inigo realises he completely missed Senku's instruction just now. And asking about it is sure to give him away, so his brain quickly kicks into gear, trying to think of another way out of this--

Right.

"Ah, Roland, why don't you show us how you do it first?"

GOT IT. No one will suspect a thing. Inigo can just copy what he does!

He's lucky Roland's already weak for Inigo that he'd play along, like a classmate asking him for notes when the teacher isn't looking. Roland smiles knowingly, following Senku's instructions to the tee.

"Here we go."

Every things that's been mentioned is measured with frightening accuracy. He even holds some of the measuring cups to eye level, teaching Inigo that this would be the best way to see if your ingredients were exactly as they needed to be in quantity. Then, it's mixed dutifully, if not slowly, so Inigo can mimic him. Don't worry, dad's here!

Meanwhile -

"So, Senku. What's your favorite thing to eat? You're always around the kitchen these days. Ramen aside, I mean. Heh."

Inigo, please, he's had to teach a lot of people a lot of things. He knew that trick. However, it wasn't necessary to comment on it, he would just make his own dough through his own instructions.

"Aside from ramen? Hm." He mused thoughtfully.

"Nothing else, I guess, I'll eat just about anything that won't kill me. If I'm going to make something I just use what's on hand. There's some good ingredients this month, lots of daikon and ginger. Also, I like spicy food." That, the train was lacking in his opinion.

!!!

Look at Roland. Isn't he the perfect dad? Going along with it so easily, not to mention that the way he does it is so thorough and clear that there's no way for Inigo to screw up as he's carefully replicating what he's seeing from Roland. He looks weirdly excited too. Not even as much about this whole baking process as much as he's just glad to have a train dad so willing to help him. Look, clearly Senku hasn't even caught on, they're that subtle!

(Just let him live in that dream, alright.)

If Inigo had a tail, it'd be wagging right about now. He does look like an excited puppy as he finishes up the last steps.

"So your favourite food would be something spicy?"

Inigo hums, thinking of what that would be.. It's not exactly like they had a lot of spicy food back in Ylisse, especially not after everything that went down there, so it's hard for him to imagine what a spicy dish may look like.

Edited 2020-12-02 17:52 (UTC)

They are nailing this baking exam, and they're just about finished with the prep work too! It's almost time to knead even, and Roland knows that's where it gets exciting. Nevermind that Senku has caught on to their little dad-son act!

"How spicy are we talking here, Senku?" Roland throws in, while his hands busy themselves by his apron, wiping down flour and wondering if he should start the timer for half an hour for the yeast.

"It's been awhile, but I used to use hot sauce pretty liberally on things. I don't know where on the scoville scale I'd hit my limit." He mused as he pulled out his dough and started kneading.

"The trick is to get it so you don't have big chunks of anything sticking out. To do that you have to knead it kind of quickly. Also, cut your dough in half so you get two loaves out of it."

.. scoville scale?

It's probably better not to ask. It ought to be some weird otherwordly thing..

Besides, there's kneading to be done now. Quick kneading, Senku says, and so Inigo goes right at it. Kneading like a pro, max speed! (You'd think this would cause an accident eventually, considering the way Inigo just.. is.. but it's going fine so far, apparently.)

But of course Inigo can't completely keep himself from asking his dumb medieval questions.

"If there's hot sauce, does that mean there's cold sauce too?"

Roland complies to Senku's instruction with a nod. There's a bread knife a little ways away from their station, which Roland reaches for to carefully slice the dough right down the middle. The other is left to rest while he works on the remaining ball.

They're in the thick of working on the dough as he supplements the answer to Inigo's query, his hands carefully yet hastily folding back and forth like waves just as he was told. Chunky, indeed!

"Hm, not quite pup. But there are sauces that are meant to be cold, like certain dipping sauces, or those for salads." Roland explains smoothly. He enjoys it when Inigo asks questions, because it means he's interested in learning new things. Then he turns to Senku, a small smile on his face. "What's the most challenging thing you've had to make so far?"

Senku hummed slightly. "I mean less the temperature of the sauce and more the degree of spice in it. Most sauces don't have any heat at all, like tonkatsu sauce."

He looked whistful for a moment. Oh. Tonkatsu. That would be so good.

"Most challenging thing...hm..." Senku had to think about that because there were so many to choose from. "Maybe it was the filaments for lightbulbs, because that was real pain in the ass." He decided after a moment.

"But we typically have trouble with a lot of projects at some point or another. We had a few problems with the ship as well that we had to overcome, the cell phone and I guess the most challenging thing that felt challenging at the time was probably the sulfanimide."

Edited 2020-12-08 00:22 (UTC)

.. Filaments? Cell.. phones..? Sulfanimide..?

Listen, the only word Inigo know there is lightbulbs, and even that was already a struggle of a concept to get into his head. He's starting to rapidly feel out of his depth here with all of this talk - something only Senku and Roland can understand. He's not even sure what to say, because he's kind of worried all he'd do would be asking another dumb question.

So he doesn't. Inigo stays quiet, suddenly seeming even more focused on making sure to knead his own dough as well and quickly as he can. At least he can do that much.

Roland's Inigo radar begins to ping, and without any effort, he easily drapes an arm around his waist to pull Inigo just a little bit closer to his own hip, glancing at his kneading from time to time while Senku talks shop. It's a skill to multitask this way, but he does it strangely well.

"Wow, that's quite a portfolio you've gotten under your belt. I don't even know what sulfanimide is. Heh." But then an idea hits him, with all of Senku's expertise and talent that if he were to be honest, Inigo would be the first to know that Roland is just happy to hear Senku talk about what he loves majority of the time. It's not like Roland can keep up too, not always. He's interested more in Senku's love for his people, inventing things to make them happy.

Speaking of.

"Say, it's probably not a huge challenge to you anymore since you do it for Gen if I recall, but any chance you might be able to teach Inigo and I how to make candy? One day?"

There's a gentle nudge with his shoulder, which might have disrupted that kneading but hey. He remembers what his train son loves to eat from Halloween, and if he can get a recipe down, he'll happily provide the sugar. ~~On weekends only.~~

"It's an antibiotic, typically referred to as sulfa. Far more reliable in production than penicillian which has an element of chance to it, in the beginning." Senku responded because of course he did.

He blinked at the request. "Well..." He considered that. "I typically make him cola, but I can make candy. I've made cotton candy before, which was a very vital test, and I've made fake chocolate before too." Senku mused. "I can probably make a lot of different things if I thought about it. What kind of candy are you looking for?"

Inigo knows what Roland is doing here, really. As easily as Roland can read him, Inigo can read the other guy just as easily in turn. Especially at a moment like this. This kind of gesture is definitely Roland trying to comfort him and make him feel more at ease in the conversation again - especially with that suggestion he's making to Senku.

It makes Inigo blush a little, feeling embarrassed at having been seen through so easily, and at needing this sort of comfort in the first place - he's old enough that he shouldn't be getting upset about not knowing certain things! ... but at the same time, it really is kind of nice.

Inigo is quiet at first, just listening to the other two talk, but then he finally glances up - first at Roland, then at Senku - as he asks: ".. What's cotton candy?" Look, he's trying to involve himself again, shyness or no shyness!

He supplements the excitement easily enough for Inigo, and it's by no means inauthentic. The talk of making cotton candy - a staple in carnivals and fairs - gets Roland to smile warmly at the memory. He turns to the boy linked to his one arm, pausing at the dough for now.

"Imagine delicious, sweet, pink candy...but it's as soft and fluffy as a cloud. It melts in your mouth the minute your tongue touches it. You'll love it." Roland explains, his hands moving about in gestures despite the small flecks of dough stuck to edge of his palms. "What did you need to make cotton candy, Senku?"

He's already allocating future points in his head for the ingredients. It'd be nice to introduce Inigo to more things, baking and bread asisde.

"Here? Just a cotton candy machine." Senku hummed a bit. "We made one that was manual at first, but since it wasn't smooth enough we wound up having to make it smoother with some gears. Aside from that, just some sugar. It works by heating up the sugar and then the warm sugar comes out of little holes like tiny fluffy threads. Then you gather them up and eat them."

Senku went to grab some pans to put their bread on.

"Everyone likes cotton candy. Not me, but." He shrugged. "Then we repurposed the machine to make gold wire, and later carbon wire. We tend to recycle everything."

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