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[didorothy]

[Suffering severe trauma leads to taking an holiday. Taking an holiday leads to intense boredom. And intense boredom leads to the Dark Side Sam Tyler in a waist apron]

Fumie, we're having pasta alla carbonara tonight.

And, uh, if anyone else is hungry... I have a lot of spare time right now. [muttered] Can't believe the satellite and the internet went out at the same time...

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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

You cook?

[didorothy]

Yeah. It's a good skill to pick up, I think, and it's better way to spend my time than staring at the television all day.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

We don't got those things on Gunsmoke. Well, mostly.

What kind of stuff do you cook?

[didorothy]

Gunsmoke?

Lots of things. Pretty international, but I suppose it's a Western focus. Italian, Mexican, French... Never been very good at German. And of course, British cuisine.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

My home world.

[insert polite nodding since he never heard of those cultures] So whatcha got right now?

[didorothy]

What's it like, Gunsmoke?

Well, I've got some carbonara, which is pasta in a mix of cheese, eggs, cured fatty pork, and some spices and vegetables of my own selection. And I've got risotto - it's a rice dish.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

A desert planet with lotsa sand, suns, an' a fair number o' guns.

Sounds good, I just never heard o' 'em before now.

[didorothy]

Sounds a bit like a Western. Like Red Coat's No Man's Land, at that.

Want some?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

So I've heard from others.

Sure! If you can spare any.

[didorothy]

Plenty to spare, actually. [vanishes and returns with a plate of carbonara and another risotto] Here you are! Thought I'd let you try both.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Thanks! [takes the plates and sits down to eat like the hungry grown man that he is]

[didorothy]

No problem. [smiles, for he is happy to feed hungry grown men]