b u o n e ~ f e s t e

[sharktrash]

Who: Priders! (Basically if you (or your friend, or your dog) has had a positive interaction with anyone from MANTICORE, consider yourself invited, dragged along or sent in someone else's place. And even if you haven't been invited it's totally fine to notice something's going on and show up or  randomly come across this and stay!)
What: Genos and Squalo throw a Solstice dinner party. Italian food for everyone!
When: December 21?ish (forward-dated a bit so it doesn't fall right before irl holidays)
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: MANTICORE Squalo, Carnies, language, minors getting drunk, substance abuse, someone might decide to bone, idk.


[ Fuck the creepy shit, MANTICORE are aggressively throwing a Solstice party! Because why not, and who has the patience to wait until New Years? ]

[ There are locations/prompts in toplevels, but feel free to start your own as well. Generic timeline of the night would be: cooking, dinner, socializing with games and booze and possibly other things, and  a movie marathon into the wee hours of the morning for the ones interested.  ]

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[sharktrash]

[ Safety is important! Which is probably why he swats the side of his knife against hers in what's ought to pass for a fencing move. ]

Well, thinner than this! Fine, I'll demonstrate again.

[ Or, you know, have a fake knife fight first because that seems fun and safe. ]

[magic_to_do]

[She playfully swats hers right back, grinning. Awesome. Fake knife fight it is.]

Alright then, teach me O wise master of knives!

[They need adult supervision...]

[sharktrash]

Two up, two down.

[ He's referring to the knife swats. Probably. ]

Watch closely, young one, this knowledge might save your life one day.

[ wtf is even happening. ]

[magic_to_do]

Two up, two down.

[She repeats solemnly as if she has any idea what he's talking about.]

I'm watching. I won't let you down.

[So determined. To cut onions? Play with knives? Who even knows. Although now I'm thinking that sometime soon she needs to remember that she can actually use throwing knives. ]

[sharktrash]

[ He hits her knife twice while pointing his upward and then again while pointing it down, to illustrate what he just said. But then he's drawing back and finally grabbing an onion. ]

Good.

[ And he's slicing it. Maybe not quite paper-thin, but it's definitely mostly transparent. ]

You can do it like you did before for the salad, but I need a bowl of them like this for cooking the meat.

[ Good call. And Squalo was a child fencing master, so it's sort of close to home for him too. ]

[magic_to_do]

[She does pay attention to both the knife strikes and the cutting. And is suitably impressed.]

Wow, you really are good at this! I guess I've got a long way to go.

[She's pretty dexterous with her hands though, so her next pass at slicing is pretty close to what he did.]

Is that better?

[sharktrash]

That's what happens when you learn from Italian grandmas.

[ he may or may not be joking. he'll watch her, inspect the slices and finally nod in approval. ]

Close enough. I'll need a full bowl in fifteen.

[magic_to_do]

Too bad I didn't have one of those.

[But then she brightens up as a thought occurs to her.]

Oh, but you showed me how to chop onions, so I guess you're the next best thing.

[Congrats Squalo, you can be her Italian Grandma. She keeps slicing away though. That bowl will be full in no time. ]

[sharktrash]

Voooii, I'm not old just because I've got white hair.

[ He sounds more amused than angry, though. He'll get to preparing the meat and crushing the tomatoes while she chops the onions up, then. ]

[magic_to_do]

Hmm...

[It's true, Squalo really isn't quite the age for that. But Trucy doesn't think that's a huuuge problem. She shrugs.]

Well, you can be my young Italian grandma. The white hair makes you look distinguished.

[Yeah, 'distinguished.' That's clearly the look he was going for.]

[sharktrash]

...uh-huh. Sure. That makes sense.




Can't argue with distinguisment, though.

[ "distinguished", adjective: 1. made conspicuous by excellence; noted; eminent; famous. ALL SOUND GOOD TBH. He is the pinnacle of excellence. ]

[magic_to_do]

[She nods in agreement.]

It's always good to stand out.

[Always, Trucy? She's finished chopping the onions by now and holds up the bowl.]

All done! What's next?

[sharktrash]

Great.

[ He'll take it and scatter the onions over the giant frying pan of meat he's got going, then glance back at her thoughtfully. ]

Genos needs help with the potatoes. Or you can try making the salad. The recipe's on the table.

[ makes a vague motion with his head in that direction. ]

[magic_to_do]

Oh, I'll get the salad then! I'm already an expert onion chopper, so that should be no problem.

[Because one lesson makes you an expert? At least she's confident. She plucks the recipe off the table and gives it a once over.]

[sharktrash]

Let's say you're getting decent.

[ But he does like confidence, as long as it's not misplaced. So he'll actually let her at it, though he's still working in the same general vicinity so if something comes up it shouldn't be any trouble. ]

All clear?

[magic_to_do]

I can work with that. Decent is really just a step behind expert.

[Sure, Trucy. She does manage to put together a good salad though.]

All very clear. Check it out!

[She shows off a bowl of nicely sliced and tossed vegetables. She has arranged some sliced tomatoes into the shape of a heart on the top for some reason.]

[sharktrash]

...that's a pretty damn big step.

[ Squalo examines it, not exactly impressed, but he'll give it a nod of approval. ]

Not bad. You didn't forget the dressing, I hope?

[magic_to_do]

Even the biggest step can be climbed with enough determination! And possibly a ladder.

[You know, if it were a giant step or something. They don't pay her to make sense.]

Nope! It's this basalmic whatever stuff in this bottle, right? I put it in right when the recipe said to.

[sharktrash]

[ sry snortlaughing now. ]

You should sell that shit for T-shirts.

[ It's probably just good old olive oil or something but sure whatever. ]

Nice.

[magic_to_do]

That would be an awful lot to put on a t shirt though. Is anyone going to stare at me long enough to read it?

[She taps her chin thoughtfully, then smiles brightly.]

Oh! I bet it would make an awesome motivational poster!

[sharktrash]

Sure. And then you get to kick them in the nuts and go "Eyes up here!"

[ He goes to set the prepared salad on the other table... and returns with a new bowl and a bunch of vegetables. Look there's gonna be a shitload of people here, they'll need more of that. ]

[magic_to_do]

Wow! Set 'em up and then knock 'em down! I bet they wouldn't even know what hit them.

[It's actually pretty funny.]

A little harsh though, isn't it?

[She made the one salad, she can make another. She'll put a star on this one.]

[sharktrash]

Exactly! Good sport, too.

[ ...not that she even has anything to ogle at this age and build. Ah well. ]

[ He's just going to shrug, apparently not thinking it's too harsh at all. And wow, someone's about to unlock all the Salad Chef achievements here. He'll get her a chocolate medal or something. ]

[magic_to_do]

[She really doesn't. Trucy is short and petite.]

I suppose it is party their fault if they fall for the clever trap...

[The clever trap of making people read your wordy t-shirt? Yeah, they should really know better.

In other news she would love a chocolate medal. She could show it off to everyone. And then eat it. All awards should be made of chocolate.]

[sharktrash]

[ Forreals. ]

See? It's all perfectly reasonable.

[ FINE she'll get it later once he's had the chance to slip out and get one, then. ]