[ Pudding is absolutely, one hundred percent all-in on this meal. She cooks in Beacon every day, sure, has since not long after the flood subsided: always breakfast, sometimes helping Soldat with lunch, makes at least her own dinner. ]
[ But when was the last time she cooked for someone? ]
[ ... That particular cake very entirely notwithstanding. ]
[ And if this is her apology, an olive branch, by god she is going to fucking do this right. ]
[ She leaves a little sign on the bar for anyone following their nose - I've made a private dinner for myself and a friend, but any leftovers are free game! Ask after 9:00 tonight! xoxo Pudding - but she's not serving at the bar. There are a couple little private dining spaces, partitioned more than walled off, and it's in one of these that, just ten or so minutes before the appointed time, she's setting out lidded platters - plural, very plural - made especially for Reiju's palate as much as Pudding knows it. Apples and fish? Done. A fruity cold salmon salad with apples and pears, an apple cider stew with cider Pudding made herself the night before (yes, immediately after their conversation), tuna steaks with a citrus and apple roasted topping on the side, and a baked apple streusel in a warming dish. Even the greens have roasted-dry apple skin shavings mixed in. She's going to take advantage of that fixed portal, thanks. ]
first date - I mean what
[ Pudding is absolutely, one hundred percent all-in on this meal. She cooks in Beacon every day, sure, has since not long after the flood subsided: always breakfast, sometimes helping Soldat with lunch, makes at least her own dinner. ]
[ But when was the last time she cooked for someone? ]
[ ... That particular cake very entirely notwithstanding. ]
[ And if this is her apology, an olive branch, by god she is going to fucking do this right. ]
[ She leaves a little sign on the bar for anyone following their nose - I've made a private dinner for myself and a friend, but any leftovers are free game! Ask after 9:00 tonight! xoxo Pudding - but she's not serving at the bar. There are a couple little private dining spaces, partitioned more than walled off, and it's in one of these that, just ten or so minutes before the appointed time, she's setting out lidded platters - plural, very plural - made especially for Reiju's palate as much as Pudding knows it. Apples and fish? Done. A fruity cold salmon salad with apples and pears, an apple cider stew with cider Pudding made herself the night before (yes, immediately after their conversation), tuna steaks with a citrus and apple roasted topping on the side, and a baked apple streusel in a warming dish. Even the greens have roasted-dry apple skin shavings mixed in. She's going to take advantage of that fixed portal, thanks. ]