voidtreckerexpress | Hey look, it's a Tony log

Who: Tony and OTA
Where: Kitchen/ Dining car
When: Bassoon 4-ish
What: Tony's cooking meals, making treats, and generally trying to keep himself busy
Warnings: Irreverence and Language? The usual.

The last team had done a respectable job in the kitchen. He'd had few complaints during the last month. However, between himself and the rest of the red team, especially Feanor, people were going to be very well fed this month.

Even though there were plenty of cooks in this kitchen for the month, this particular day Tony had taken over the kitchen. He was only sort of sticking to the recipes he'd been given, preferring to use his own or make them up as he went (shocking, I know). Currently he had three dishes he was working on at once. He had some salmon he was curing to make lox, some gummy candy he was making, and the main dish for the evening meal- whole roasted salmon with herbs and farfalle pasta with asparagus and tomatoes. Thanks to Evie and Feanor, they also had sourdough bread to go along with it and a fancy Elvish dessert.

Off to one side, he had an eggplant out, ready to fix for certain individuals who saw fish and fled in terror.

[ooc: Feel free to catch him at any point of this meal prep, during clean up, or during the meal. Whatever, you guys know I'll tag anything.]

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Fëanor might have said that half-jokingly but the matter is serious and he treats it as such. He wouldn't be haunting the kitchen in the middle of the night if he thought otherwise.

"He does," Fëanor says with a sigh. "Our perception of time is different than that of men." He pauses because that's definitely not all. "But I do worry that's not the only reason." He can't say what is and that just adds to his worry. He hates not knowing and not understanding.

The offer surprises him though. He wasn't expecting it. He's not used to asking for help. To have it offered without asking, even less.

"That...might be a good idea."

"Well, all I can do is try, right? Even if he doesn't take it from me, might be enough of a reminder that he ought to eat." Not that they're really strangers on the train, but while Renee knows Feanor and knows her roommate Curufin's one of his sons, she doesn't know the rest of his family on the train.

Even if this will change that. If this son brushes her off a bit, it's nothing Renee will take personally. She can infer there's history with this one. Even if it's not history with her, she can understand that sort of thing.

Kind of like human-mutant relations, back on her world. One never quite knew what they were going to get.

"You might actually succeed in shaming him into eating. It's quite probable he'll be too embarrassed to say no if offered."

As deceptive as it sounds, it's a win by his standards.

One day Fëanor will have a conversation with his son about the reasons for this situation. The root of the problem. But not yet. He would not shy from it but he's not exactly eager to rush it either. He needs all the friendly people he can get before that happens.

He nods with a smile. "Thank you."

"I'm not sure that's the best idea ever, but hey, I guess it's the spirit behind the thing. He needs to eat." Though that might end up with Renee attempting to ferret out the reason behind why Feanor's son isn't. If it's just forgetting, that's one thing, but there's always the chance it's a different reason. A deeper problem.

Not that she knows that the father's thoughts are following that direction.

"I don't want to shame him. But a little push in the direction of remembering, or eating on his own...encouragement? Sure. I'll do what I can. And you're welcome. I'm gonna...try and sleep again, though. Thank you for the food!"

Renee wasn't sure she'd be able to sleep, but at the moment, she at least felt like trying.

Hey look, it's a Tony log

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