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[adept]

[ The video feed begins with Yuri, the familiar backdrop of the kitchen behind him. He seems to be talking to someone offscreen, but his voice is too muffled to discern, then he frowns in thought as his attention turns back to the broadcast — and the first clearly audible sound is a resonant thump, jarring and loud after near silence.

This time, the view swings around to reveal a tall, well-muscled blond man having what seems to be an epic battle against some tough bread dough. ]

To think there're recipes that require that strength of yours... It'd be all day, if it was me.

[ If even then. Anyone who knows something about Dimitri's strength would know that's an understatement...if a few fist-sized dents in the metal countertop from his kneading efforts aren't evidence enough. ]

Indeed, it's more challenging than I'd have expected.

[ Yet Dimitri seems to be enjoying himself, the faintest of smiles on his lips as he works. ]

It's got the both of us wondering... You all have any favorites from back home? Universe being as fast as it is, it stands to reason there's a great many dishes one or another of us haven't heard of.

[ Dimitri pauses in his work, shooting a look Yuri's way. ]

Don't forget to mention there will be extra bread.

Right, right... Give us a bit, we'll have some fresh bread here. Recipe's from some realm I'd butcher the name of.

[ ooc: Replies will come from Yuri or Dimitri, your resident medieval men. ]

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[azurelion]

[Dimitri cleans his forehead with a nearby towel, the sweat accumulating on his forehead due to the work, the heat, and the stuffiness of the kitchen at the moment.

The bread should rest, but he doesn't remember for how long.]

How long should I put it in the weird box for?

[He read the recipe, it said to put the dough on a bowl, cover it with a towel (a clean one, of course), and to put it in the metal box that will make it rise. Supposedly. If they pressed the correct buttons.]

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The recipe said it'd be a good four hours or so... Which means we can do whatever we like once it's in there.

[ Dimitri had gotten even more of a workout than Yuri would've expected, thanks to that dough. Who'd have thought? Then again, they've seen all manner of diverse races on those alien worlds, so he shouldn't be quite that surprised. ]

If you'd like to take it easy, I can hold the fort. You did most of the work, as it stands.

[azurelion]

I--

[He doesn't know what to do for four hours. Oops.]

Shall we make some sweets?

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Well look at you, getting all ambitious.

[ Yuri finds himself surprised, but not unpleasantly so. ]

What'd you have in mind?

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Those little ones?

[He means petit fours but doesn't know it.]

Could be easy.

[Easier than staying with his mind for four hours.]

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Little ones...

[ The trouble is the description could mean so many things.

Yuri hums, debating what Dimitri means by that. It isn't long before he gives up, sauntering over to a shelf lined with cookbooks, and tugs one free — a title dedicated to desserts. ]

Let's find these "little ones" of yours.

[azurelion]

[Dimitri watches him, but then gets closer to Yuri when he takes out the book, to look at the pictures of the desserts. He can't taste them, but might as well try them anyway.]

They're the kind Mercedes used to make.

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Oh yeah? I admit, I didn't spend much time around her in the kitchen.

[ So he continues flipping through pages at a measured pace, paying no mind to Dimitri looming over him. ]

[azurelion]

She is really good at baking.

[Dimitri is looking at the book, when something similar to the little ones shows up.]

There, that. the little cakes.

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So that's what you're getting at...

[ Well, that shouldn't be too bad. Daintier than Yuri would expect Dimitri to want to attempt, but if he's feeling adventurous, who is he to discourage him? ]

Alright, let's gather the ingredients then.

[azurelion]

Yes, let's do so.

[He turns to go look for the flour, being very careful to not mix up it with the bread flour he was using before. He sets a 2kg bag on the counter, and then turns to Yuri.]

Where do I get all the other things?

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Let's see... Sugar's in that cabinet over there, for starters. Vanilla's in the next one over, butter's in the fridge like the eggs are...

[ Yuri has by this point strayed away from the book, off to find them measuring cups and spoons. Anything easily broken, he may as well collect to ease their project along. ]

[azurelion]

[Dimitri nods, moving to where indicated, and collecting the ingredients. He watches as Yuri collect the small things Dimitri knows he'll break if he holds one.]

We need the measuring thing again, right?

[The scale, he thinks it's called. And yes, they do need it.]