#then she mixes the chocolate with the rice and soup

[osachiyo]

my friend is eating with rice and lentil soup with chocolate right now... idk how to feel about this.

[icarusredwings]

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

[manicplank]

HEY have you done any headcanons about their cooking/baking skills? Like what kind of stuff they make for themselves, are they any good etc. (i ask this because i can’t cook for shit and i feel like the noise would be similar, or at least he would suck at making meals for himself FHDHFH)

I don't think I have

Cooking/baking

Peppino: Amazing cook, always has been. Went to culinary college (still paying back student loans). As for baking, he can't make anything from scratch except pizza dough.

Gustavo: Great cook, makes delicious soups. He also went to culinary college and excelled. He can't really bake all that great, though.

Mr. Stick: Can't cook or bake. Burns everything. Usually goes out to eat or orders delivery.

Pepperman: Okay cook. Not the best, but not the worst. Cooking is an art that he hasn't mastered. Can't really bake.

The Vigilante: Decent cook. Has an old cookbook from his grandma that he uses a lot. Can sort of bake, but it doesn't always come out perfect.

The Noise: Can't cook for shit. It's too fast-paced for his rat mind. Microwave meals are his go-to. He can't bake, either. Even box cake mix will be ruined.

Noisette: She actually can cook decent meals, but she ruins them by adding something completely impractical (ex. peanut butter spaghetti, chocolate corncobs). However, she's an incredible baker. Muffins, cupcakes, cakes, bread, you name it, she's mastered it.

Fake Peppino: He can't cook. He always starts a fire because he doesn't know how fire works. He can't bake, either. Nothing ever comes out edible.

Pizzahead: While he has potential, he has the tendency to spice everything up to make it taste like pizza. Pizza soup, pizza steak, etc. He does the same with baking. Nobody wants their cookies to taste like pizza...

Pillar John: He's not the best cook. He's the kind of guy to use instant things; instant noodles, instant potatoes, instant rice, etc. He is a decent baker, though. He makes a great banana bread.

Gerome: He's an okay cook. It's not the worst, but it's not the best. It's certainly edible, but it's a little bland. His baking skills aren't great. He forgets about things, and they end up burnt.

[francisofgotham1]

Batman Unpopular Opinion

This has been in my brain for quite some time, so I’ll just put it out there: Bruce can cook, just not the way that Alfred does it.

I mean, come on, the man was traveling all over the world while maintaining a low profile. He wasn’t relying on Alfred to pack him lunch ( though it wouldn’t surprise me if he found some trail mix in his luggage). And those that were training him certainly wouldn’t provide anyone to cook for him.

So, he learned to cook from the people and places he met. Which made “exotic” foods (not American or British food) his forte. Also, he’s the master at outdoor cooking. So, while he can’t make Mac n’ Cheese to save his life, his curry, borscht, feijoada, akabenzi, mole, pho, wonton soup, and others are the best in the Manor (rival Alfred’s cooking). This also means he has a high spice tolerance and strong opinions of how rice should be cooked.

This kinda caused the kids to view Bruce’s cooking as “comfort food”: Alfred’s food is amazing and always perfect, but Bruce’s has a touch of something extra that makes them feel at home. So, Damian demands to cook with him because he’s the only one that can make Talia’s shakshouka just right (Jason joins them later on, and they start yelling suggestions in Arabic).

When Dick is feeling down, he asks Bruce to make goulash, to remind him of the circus.

Jason just shows up and with no words exchanged, they go outside and start cooking the bacon and cabbage Mary would make if she was sober.

Cass really likes something with a lot of steps, so Bruce can walk her through it and talk with her the whole time (maybe feijoada).

Steph gets really cozy every time Bruce makes his spicy hot chocolate (and it helps that his spice tolerance is so high).

If you guys wanna add to it, feel free.

[lurinatftbn]

If you’re down to answer another question like the music one, what are the characters’ favorite in-universe cuisines/culinary preferences? Or, are there any fun reasons why some characters like/dislike certain things as we see in the glossary?

Off the top of my head:

Utsu dislikes fish because it's ubiquitous in Itan cuisine and had a lot of it served to her poorly-prepared as a kid. I think it comes up in the text at some point, but her favorite food is layered pasta dishes like lasagna. (I know what you're thinking, and no, I didn't do it on purpose.)

Kam is a vegan, but obviously only for health reasons since they don't slaughter animals for meat in the setting. She likes very spicy food like chilis and curry - her favorite is stuffed jalapenos. She also likes crepes.

Ran also kinda likes spicy food, but isn't super passionate about cuisine and mostly just goes for low-effort stuff. She eats a lot of stir fry and dumplings.

Theo also worries about his longer-term health which is why he's on a low-carb diet, but renders this pointless by eating tons of chocolate and sweets all the time. He likes hot fudge cakes the best.

Ptolema just really likes meat. Her favorite is just a really well-seasoned blue steak, probably with blue cheese, and she also probably really enjoys whatever the equivalent of brazilian barbecue is.

I don't think I ever decided what foods Seth likes best except that he eats a lot of junk food. I do remember deciding at some point that he really likes almonds despite being allergic to them.

Ophelia is a pescetarian for cultural reasons. Beyond that, she loves trying all sorts of foods, though shellfish and mushrooms are her favorite ingredients.

Lilith is a hyper-picky eater and doesn't like most vegetables or anything too complicated or mixed together. She probably most enjoys very simple things like chicken nuggets, and only takes small bites so she isn't overwhelmed.

As comes up in the story, Bardiya is a recovering alcoholic, which is the reason for his preference note. I think I put somewhere that kebabs are his favorite food.

Ezekiel dislikes onions because of their slimy and crunchy texture. He likes really straightforward food like Sunday roasts, which in-setting would mean he prefers Rhunbardic cuisine, though he'd never admit it.

Fang will eat anything under the sun, but also doesn't care that much about food in the grand scheme of things. Left to their own devices, they will cook everything into some kind of omelette and think it's great.

Linos doesn't like shellfish because, like Su, he ate a lot of it prepared badly when he was young. He enjoys participating in prestige/fine dining, especially for Ysaran and Viraaki food, more for the sense of being part of a cultural moment than the actual flavor.

Neferuaten likes foods like beyaynetu (or, like, pizza) designed specifically to be eaten communally. On her own she mostly just eats salad, though she has extremely specific opinions about wine and whiskey.

Durvasa likes to grow and preserve his own food, and his favorite is dal soup. He also has extremely specific opinions, though only about whiskey. He doesn't like red meat because he dislikes the idea that he's eating the flesh of a one-living being, even if it's replicated.

Zeno technically does not have a diet, and is sustained nutritionally by other means. He enjoys the taste of very indulgent foods like foie gras and controversial food like cultured human meat. He thinks Viraaki food is 'stinky' and 'greasy'.

Hamilcar does not eat except with company, which is why his entry says N/A. He can't taste food in the way he could when he was young, and he finds it upsetting.

Anna enjoys sushi, but is too old to eat much at all.

Mehit theoretically likes the kind of high-concept Saoic cuisine described by Ran early in the story, but is not a very good cook, so mostly eats things like baked potatoes and fried rice. This is partly why Lilith is the way she is, but only like, 20%.

Balthazar skips breakfast because otherwise he ends up overeating, since he's the type who can just keep going long beyond what's healthy. He's the sort of person who enjoys bizarre high-calorie flavors like fried squid dipped in ice cream.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

unnecessarily specific headcanons for college!AU f1 drivers, part 2

part 1 available here

(and now with more gender diversity because it’s my AU and why not)

pierre

- major: entrepreneurship

- attending on a sports scholarship. is on the diving team

- birth name Pascale but she hates it, someone called her Pierre years ago as a joke (after the founder of the modern olympics) and it stuck

- met charles as a kid on a highscool exchange scuba diving trip and they’ve been best friends ever since

- has made a habit of introducing herself as “from Rouen, not Paris”, so much so that the rest of the gang groans and says it for her every time someone new arrives and she has to make an introduction

- has bars of chocolate stowed in random places. literally all sorts. it’s her bad habit. she and Lando become friends because she hoards good Belgian chocolate (“the real stuff not this Americane or Britishe nonsense”)

- got into a huge disagreement with max over a second year group project. people could hear the dispute from several rooms down in the library. they were called into the dean’s office and let off with a warning

- claims not to be a good cook but regularly bashes out amazing French home cuisine that has half the dorm in tears

- somehow also finds time to snowboard and run half marathons during summer and winter breaks

yuki

- major: he doesn’t go to the university but is in the city culinary school. he is Pierre’s friend and shows up on campus mostly on Fridays and weekends

- the origin story of their friendship changes all the time because they lie about it. it becomes a running gag and nobody knows the actual truth (the truth is they both swiped right on tinder in freshman year, but actually worked out to be better friends than a couple)

- disgusted by most campus food. will bring his own bentos to eat on the quad. can magic up dishes out of seemingly nothing. famous for a hack that somehow involves making omurice in a rice cooker. also does a killer savoury soufflé pancake, and deep fried chicken which the gang request every time they get too sloshed. Yuki obliges because he enjoys cooking for people

- actually enjoys anime but gets annoyed when people ask him about it or when people use weeby topics as a conversational opener with him

- learned English from stage-ing in local kitchens and thus swears like a sailor and knows cuss words in three additional languages (Spanish, Italian, French)

- scar on leg in shape of a cow from falling off a skateboard once

- everyone thinks he and Pierre have something going on but at this point it’s purely platonic

- will start a fight if drunk and people make fun of his height

lando

- major: psychology

- openly nonbinary

- performs well in their field of study but is determined to finish their degree so they can fully focus on their budding career in esports. esports alias is quadrant

- dyes their hair different colours constantly, depending on mood. had a phase where it was really orange when they were mad at an overwatch match that ended badly

- self-taught in three different instruments (guitar, piano, recorder for the shits and giggles). is a better DJ than charles and stops charles from taking the aux chord at parties to play his charlie sadboi mixes all the time

- best Instagram stories of the gang. somehow really well curated but authentic at the same time

- will do standup one day for kicks and absolutely murder the set, and then never touch it again

- shockingly good at the game twister. maybe was a gymnast in highschool but doesn’t like to talk about it possibly due to the gender trauma

- is a little bit abrasive and will tease/clown everybody for their shenanigans. but when shit hits the fan is the first person to show up with a big bowl of soup and some tissues and check if the other person is okay and “do you want to talk about it”

guan yu

- major: software engineering

- always seems on the cusp of some academic disaster but pulls through surprisingly well

- rides an e scooter around campus

- people think he’s in the architecture or design school because he always turns out immaculate fits

- is the person to ask everyone during study sessions if anyone wants bubble tea. (he wants bubble tea. he will order for everyone. he has a phone note with everyone’s favourite order. he judges charles for wanting a jasmine tea flavour but with milk. he will patiently explain to max what a bubble tea is, then it becomes one of max’s favourite drinks.)

- despite his academic ups and downs, already has unconditional offers from at least 3 Silicon Valley late-stage startups and all 4 Chinese big tech firms

- will one day do something so revolutionary with AI and visual design, like the next great CAD system or something, that he never has to work again

carla

- major: history of art

- many aliases. aka Carlita. Kylie. Kiki.

- THE it-girl on campus. manicure always immaculate and always in shades of red. boys (and girls, and even the TAs) always want to talk to her but are sooo intimidated

- always posting Instagram photos of her on a plane or holiday even though she’s studying in her room. never lets people know her next move

- people clown her for her major but she is actually really knowledgeable about art and takes it very seriously. her study notes are extremely organized, whether it’s her macbook or flashcards. she is in general good favour with the profs if she would only stop texting in seminars

- dad’s name is on one of the library wings. everyone realises this on the first day and she’s like “yes… i am a nepo baby. anyway where are we meeting later, i have an in with the promoters at this club if we want to go there”

- secret guilty pleasure is playing first person shooter games on her switch and absolutely decimating people. it is her outlet for aggression. she may also have beaten quadrant/lando at overwatch once but won’t tell anyone because playing overwatch messes with her party girl image

- starts a side hustle doing events and ten years after graduation will be extremely successful in this venture

- stress cries often but pulls it together. prone to scream-singing sad Spanish ballads when drunk. surprisingly knows every single word to a decade’s worth of Pitbull songs

[simply-windy]

all your muses are edible in a good way and i’m bored.. so here’s what i think all your parodies would taste if i ate them :]

stargazer - butterfly pea tea jelly/mousse (more specifically one of the galaxy/space themed ones i see on youtube)

rocket - striking popping candy

buster rocket - ashy blueberry pound cake

PJ rocket - marshmallows and confetti

darkheart - smoke and fresh seafood and probably something i definitely shouldn’t be eating

medkit - tea flavored crunchy edible decorated glass

eggbox - creamy egg custard with a bit of himalayan salt

zuka - BLACK SESAME SOUP with some brown sugar melted in

ban hammer - pork roast with wine but the pork roast is horribly out of shape

valk - lemon crepe cake /pos

firebrand - really hot burning apple strudel

koistaff - (she looks like a calico /pos) sashimi

ghostwalker - burnt ashes and gas

sword - strawberry gelato with strawberry edible glitter and too much metal that half masks the flavor

hyperlaser - a combination of beer, tea, and coffee

broker - a chocolate coin with a taste of metal to it

traffic - dusty chocolate orange and probably a purple chocolate bar /aff

windforce - mango sago or mango sticky rice cake

7mk0 - OHHHHH BOY. the orange parts look like edible orange glass while he looks like he’d be a vanilla cake with dark chocolate foundant with a hint of orange zest. the horns would be hardened dark chocolate with orange bits inside them, with powdered sugar and edible glitter. his wings are edible sugary glass with a small hint of lemon/orange mixed in with them. i think you may have deduced who i am from this one part /silly

rainbox - rain drums, soft melodies (in all seriousness he also looks like he’d taste like blueberries and butterfly pea tea)

jesterspace - ribboned candy apples

slingshot - chia seeds and cupcakes

icedagger - ramune!!

frankenhammer - grape and lime flavored sponge cake

coil - fizzy soda mixed with gummy worms, an energy drink, and probably some really sweet junk. everyone collectively agrees on said drink being a chemical hazard but some still try it anyway out of morbid curiosity

pirate valk - seaweed soup

captain rocket - prawn crackers and cold soba

rainbeau - GAY CAKE!!!! GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY UHH WHAT ELSE (rainbow crepe cake with all the colors being different fruits)

hellhound - probably the most inedible here but if i had to say something. really dry baked bread/crossiant that’s been in the oven for too long

follower - milk pudding with a sheet of edible glass on the top

the inphinity - collectively watered down milk flavored jelly??

egobworder - strawberry shortcake. his armor is edible chocolate with a silver polish over it

coil 2.0 - wires and crunchy metal and circuits and video games and probably,, some strawberry and blueberry in there too (very faintly)

steampunk - lemon-orange (orange leaning) flavored cookie?? custard?? he would definitely be cookie flavored though

coolerbox - really fizzy soda with 10 energy drinks and probably drugs in it

cozyshot - warm cinnamon/chocolatey pastries straight out of the oven.. hot chocolate

g. zuka - stardust. perhaps lava cake

c. zuka + c. traffic - depression flavored black coffee and an energy drink diluted in hot chocolate respectively

sharkbite rocket - 5 day old shark fin soup and loneliness

dovord - candy hearts, red heart lollipops, and heart sprinkles

blaster rocket - blueberry flavored tiramisu with a hint of depression

pest - APPLE PASTRIES. CARAMELIZED CINNAMON APPLE ROLLS.

mach- a mousse: rich dark chocolate on the outside, rosy and creamy on the inside

hacksaw - tutti frutti flavored ice cream but the sauce is dried blood and the cone is metal

builderman - pound cake with a layer of powdered sugar

john doe - something that shivers and burns in your mouth, eating away at everything until you corrode. regrets of a long forgotten time.

griefer - thorny poisoned stinging nettles. eeewwww /j

the phighting beans - mochi with a fruit corresponding to the bean’s main color (though i’d say they’re too cute to be eaten)

Oh Oh holy fuck anon How did you- How long have you been writing this??? I was stunned into pure SILENCE when I saw this ask holy fuck I am just- Holy shit I need a minute my guy this is so???? Fucking cool???? I understand all of these so well...

[soruset]

(i wish you weren't) not too tired to please; pov lily

* • + • *

lily was more attentive than people thought.

she noticed how alex would gain a competitive grin when someone brought out a chessboard, how bertrand would occasionally swear in french, and sadly how alice would sometimes flinch at certain words, then quickly act as if nothing happened.

she also was also good at reading people’s emotions from their eyes alone.

alex was always filled with motivated fire in his eyes, bertrand often had a tired yet content look with his half-lidded eyes, and alice was always alert.

setra was always tired.

her eyes were always energetic, but there was an underlying tiredness hidden so well lily fell for the happiness nearly every time.

at first, she couldn’t understand why setra was tired. she really seemed like a perfect housewife; up at five, breakfast at six, house clean and shining by noon and lunch a delicious feast.

all of their rooms and anything related to them had meticulous detail, such as the more modern technology in lily’s, alex’s more forest-y wallpaper, so on and so forth.

during breakfast, their preferences were met with great attention, not a single thing out of place. alex had sweeter foods, waffles or pancakes and some hot chocolate with just a tinge of caffeine in it. azine had cup noodles every morning, despite setra’s obvious dislike for ‘that processed slop they call food.’ sethine had his fried egg and rice, even when setra really didn’t know where to get rice- and lily always had her turkish delight.

always, always, always, her mind repeated, always perfect. everything given to her was perfect. as if setra knew everything and anything about her. as if she twisted and turned to do anything for them. oh well, she thought, she might just be nice.

no. no she wasn’t.

one day, when lily had fallen sick, setra busied with her all day – chicken soup at her bedside, meds on the desk, crushed and mixed with water, room sparkling with how cleaned it had been, bed scented like flowers and blankets so soft it was like lily was on a cloud.

comparing it to when the others were sick or injured, they were treated much the same – and setra was the only exception.

despite how much she cared for the others like a mother hen, whenever it was her turn to be sick, no one really did the same. they tried, but setra insisted that she was fine, and on the surface, it really looked like she was.

but one must pay attention to details.

when sick, she was often more.. drunk, somewhat. lily can’t describe it any other way. setra was a little delirious when sick, losing the accent and talking in a southern drawl and sometimes even talking in french- bertrand refused to translate, however, saying some of the things she said were a little.. wrong.

back on track, however, after a little questioning, lily finally got her answer.

from what little she could understand, setra really was always tired. but the reason for her unfailing attention to detail was her determination to please.

apparently, she had an ‘obligation’ to, or else they would ‘go away.’

lily didn’t like what picture that painted.

so the next time setra was unable to do all of her normal tasks, lily decided she’d try and do the same.

she deserved it, anyway. maybe this way, her eyes would show some real happiness.

* • + • *

can you guys tell i don't know how tumblr works yet i don't know how to put italics and bold 😔😔😔

also as someone who wants to be a psychologist i pray my writing of trauma (when i do actually write more traumatic stuff like literal murder and su!c!d3) will be good 😭😭

oh i'm not telling who's unaliving themselves btw but i have a very long description in my head of how

[mysteryprincess05]

To all the inhabitants! What's your favourite food from your native country?

I love tamales! Especially the ones filled with chicken. Whenever a celebration comes around, the missus always makes the best birria.

For my entire life, I've eaten lots of yummy Greek dishes. If I had to choose one, it would be pastitsio, which is basically a Greek lasagna. I also love snacking on pineapple too.

My mom always makes the best onigiri. It's practically my favorite food. However, I do love it when she makes tonkatsu.

Just wait until you taste the dumplings my parents make. They have always been my favorite for as long as I can remember.

Couscous, all the way. Though, I do take care to watch how much rice I eat. Gotta have a healthy and well-balanced diet.

I love sweets of all kind! Especially chocolate and lollipops. I can't help it, I have a sweet tooth. Though, this doesn't mean I don't have a healthy diet.

My wife made the best curry I've ever had. It will always be my favorite. Whenever I'm feeling down, I would make it to comfort myself.

My parents used to make the best dishes ever. So it's hard to choose a favorite. It goes to show just how talented at cooking they were.

I love spaghetti. Though, back in Italy, we actually don't mix the sauce with the pasta together. What we do is place the pasta in a bowl or plate first. Then spoon the sauce on top of the pasta and finally add some grated cheese right on the sauce. I always use Parmesan.

I always love to snack on the durian fruit or any treats that are durian flavored. Despite its foul smell, durian actually as a custard-like texture and it tastes sweet.

Eis: Pretzels all the way. Growing up, I had to be very well-behaved at home and at school in order to be rewarded one. It was worth the effort.

Bruce: I am a fan of comfort foods. But if I had to choose one, it would be tomato soup. Such a savory and delicious dish.

(Sorry I couldn't add photos of Eis and Bruce. I could only add up to ten photos.

[abbyandhanako]

Favorite and Least Favorite Foods (Eun-min, Leopold, Eva and Rebecca)

Eun-min: Her favorite food is Bibimbap, a Korean mixed rice dish, despite being born into a life of privilege, she likes typically plain food and dislikes anything too rich, her least favorite is miyeok guk, which is soup made from seaweed, she cannot stand the sight of it and doesn’t like the taste.

Leopold: His favorite food is Currywurst, his least favorite is chickpeas, chocolate and peanuts due to his mild allergy to the latter.

Eva: Her favorite food other than chocolate rice cereal is Königsberger Klopse, which is meatballs in a creamy white sauce with capers, her least favorite is Kassler.

Rebecca: Her favorite food is Pepero and Pocky sticks, her least favorite food is Bouillabaisse, a French fish soup.

[dhampiravidi]

my muses' favorite things...

Jayn

Food - peach ice cream & herb-crusted fish

Drink - hot coffee mixed with chocolate OR sangria

Colour - gold & where deep blue meets violet

Season - spring/summer

Scent - lavender

Instrument - violin

Time of Day - late morning

Item - anthology of fiction from her childhood

Movie - Iron Man

Naela

Food - Moroccan-style tagine (stew w/lamb, dried fruit, spices)

Drink - pretty much any fruit juice made fancy (like mimosas)

Color - periwinkle/lavender (like her/her mom's eyes)

Season - summer

Scent - fresh flowers

Music - harp OR anything by Shakira

Time of Day - late morning

Item - her sword(s) OR a worn fantasy romance paperback

Movie - The Princess Bride

Achilles

Food - banana pancakes OR spanakopita

Drink - he just wants gin, a frappuccino, an Italian soda or water

Color - sea green

Season - summer

Scent - the sea

Music - pop (like Britney Spears) & rock (like Nickelback)

Time of Day - noon

Item - a pair of earrings that his mom bought him

Movie - Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith

Jas

Food - Japanese food (sushi, curry rice, mochi)

Drink - peppermint tea

Color - bubblegum pink

Season - spring

Scent - citrus

Music - classical (piano)

Time of Day - noon

Item - her dad’s necklace (Wayland ring on a leather cord)

Movie - A Bug’s Life (her dad took her to see it when she was little)

Skadi

Food - beef pot pie (potatoes, peas, carrots) OR blueberry muffins

Drink - something w/cinnamon (rum/horchata) OR Bai Mu Dan tea

Color - forest green

Season - spring & autumn

Scent - cinnamon OR fresh pastry

Music - low woodwinds & chanting

Time of Day - morning

Item - a Jotnar song her parent taught her

Movie - the LOTR trilogy + Good Will Hunting

Oraia

Food - dolmades (Greek stuffed grape leaves), pizettes (Italian chocolate cookies w/almonds & cinnamon)

Drink - paloma (tequila, lime juice, grapefruit soda) or mojito (white rum, sugar, lime juice, soda water & mint); peach green tea

Color - N/A, though she wears a lot of blue & white

Season - any time that isn't cold

Scent - vanilla

Music - Euopop, modern rock, anything worth dancing to

Time of Day - just after sundown

Item - the knife her mom gave her

Movie - Jumping the Broom OR Disney's Hercules

Hestia

Food - Thai coconut chicken soup OR Bûche de Noël [Yule Log]

Drink - Kahlua & Chai OR Chai Tea Latte

Color - orange

Season - winter

Scent - whatever her lover & her kid smell like

Music - 90s pop (mostly dance songs)

Time of Day - early morning

Item - picture of herself & a bunch of the X-Men outside

Movie - Love Actually

Rose

Food - garlic noodles (also she's a vegan, just sayin')

Drink - bourbon OR green tea (either w/honey)

Color - ballet pink OR white

Season - spring (no solstices & few cold breezes)

Scent - the sea

Music - punk-pop (especially acoustic covers)

Time of Day - early afternoon

Item - magic locket (allows for multidimensional comm w/father)

Movie - The Prestige

Aurelia

Food - chicken vindaloo

Drink - simple stuff. Latte. Tom Collins. CBD oil ;)

Color - jade green & gold

Season - summer

Scent - dewy grass, hot cocoa, woodsy cologne

Music - classic rock (especially The Rolling Stones)

Time of Day - early evening

Item - her wand OR a souvenir scarf from Nigeria

Movie - Die Hard OR Waiting to Exhale

Rela

Food - Jogan fruit OR a simple Chinese-style stir fry (vegetarian)

Drink - doesn’t like alcohol; Royal English Breakfast Tea (w/milk)

Color - the electric blue of a holobook

Season - autumn

Scent - trees & forests in general

Music - acoustic covers & R&B

Time of Day - middle of the night

Item - her late master, Maglos Nerot's, yellow lightsaber

Movie - historical documentaries (w/o reenactments)

Eugenia

Food - carbonara (pasta)

Drink - hates alcohol; Arnold Palmer (tea & lemonade)

Color - maroon

Season - spring

Scent - dewy grass

Music - R&B + 00s pop

Time of Day - late morning

Item - she can't pick (isn't materialistic anyway)

Movie - The Bodyguard OR Legends of the Fall

Shayera

Food - chicken mole enchiladas OR falafel

Drink - Hurricane (3x rum, grenadine, OJ, simple syrup) OR a vaguely fruity thing infused w/some caffeine

Color - hot pink

Season - autumn

Scent - cocoa butter

Music - 90s rap & modern alt (Hozier)

Time of Day - noon

Item - her mace

Movie - The Equalizer OR Rush Hour

Mu Lan

Food - nkwobi (spicy Nigerian stew w/cow foot & fish stock)

Drink - ginger beer (doesn't like drinking often)

Color - crimson

Season - spring

Scent - ginger

Music - violin OR indie folk (The Civil Wars, The Lumineers...)

Time of Day - late morning

Item - petals that she preserves in her books

Movie - Miss Congeniality

Monet

Food - steak (medium) frites

Drink - sidecar cocktail (cognac, orange liqueur, lemon juice)

Color - maroon

Season - summer

Scent - apple pie

Music - 80s pop music

Time of Day - noon

Item - her black trenchcoat (which she sometimes wears as M)

Movie - The Mummy

Fantomex

Food - pretty much anything French that's 4-star quality

Drink - White Russian (vodka, coffee liqueur & cream)

Color - white, sometimes silver

Season - winter

Scent - roses

Music - rap (in French, obviously)

Time of Day - nighttime

Item - a picture Evan (his adopted son/nephew) painted for him

Movie - Casablanca OR Atomic Blonde

Renée Michele

Food - her dad's étouffée OR her mom's lotus root pork bone soup

Drink - vodka & blue raspberry Jello shots OR caramel macchiato

Color - neon colors, typically purple

Season - summer (partly for the thunderstorms)

Scent - chocolate

Music - pop-punk & grunge

Time of Day - noon

Item - her eyes

Movie - Bullet Train

Rhea Livia

Food - cheeseburger w/onions & tomato OR pork broth ramen

Drink - Baya Energy Mango Guava (premade)

Color - electric blue

Season - summer

Scent - chamomile

Music - modern/10s pop

Time of Day - noon

Item - her skateboard

Movie - Scary Movie

Cathan

Food: best described as fish resembling salmon

Drink: Faerie wine (newer the better)

Colour: black, though he says red

Season: summer

Scent: vanilla

Music: 90s pop (he’s been to mundane clubs)

Time of Day: sunset

Item: scarf gifted to him when he was twelve

Movie: Good Luck to You, Leo Grande or Moulin Rouge

[poor-princejohn]

November 10 -- Love Is Stored In The Garlic

tw: mentions of almost drowning but i promise it's brief

John is a small and sickly baby who grows into a small and sickly child. Plagued with croup and whooping cough and tonsillitis and a myriad of ailments that see him spending days, sometimes even weeks in bed. Lucinda can’t explain it. But she knows, when the call comes in from the sands of Steephill Cove, that a near-drowning won’t help.

They airlift her boy to the mainland, to the specialist hospital, and after a little while they return him to her care. She’s instructed to rest him, and feed him well. Though Lucinda isn’t the best cook – as with most women of her breeding – there are some things she knows. Her grandmother was French; worse, she was Breton. No one was allowed to escape a little light cooking.

She starts with things that are hearty. Things that will line his water-logged chest and warm him from the inside out. She instructs Cook to save the bones from the Sunday roast and she simmers them over a low heat for hours, the scent of the bone broth filling the kitchen, filtering up into the dining room above. It trails behind her as she carries the bowl on a silver tray, which shakes whenever she turns a corner or mounts a step, not used to the weight of it. Some of the broth slops out of the bowl, droplets of fat-flecked liquid like reflecting pools on the polished silver. It’s all for nothing anyways; she manages to get a meager three spoonfuls into her son’s reluctant mouth before he turns green and hides his face beneath the covers.

She tries for tomato soup instead, making sure the tomatoes the gardener picks are the ripest, the reddest, the roundest. She blends them all, red speckles in her pale hair, and adds as much cream as she can before she repeats the same pilgrimage as before. Again, not that it does any good. The bowl of sunset orange is left on the side to cool, and then to sour, before the maids whisk it away.

Lucinda wonders if she’ll have more luck with something sweet. She opts for warm rice pudding, made with fresh jersey milk, from the cows that graze down by the coast. She has to shoo Cook away as she stands for nearly an hour, stirring and stirring, the milky steam curling the hair that frames her face. When the rice is soft she adds a dollop of summer raspberry jam, mixing it until the pudding is a muted pink. This she has more success with: they manage half a bowl before he gives up entirely.

Thus begins the campaign of sweets. She takes out the pastry Cook had prepared for the supper – not stealing, of course, because she owns everything in the kitchen, from the herbs dangling from the rafters to the mice that hunt for crumbs behind the cabinets – and cuts it into ribbons, turning them into crisp Palmiers dusted with thick sugar crystals. She has Cook make the batter so that she can stand at the hotplate and make crepes, telling her eldest son to run along before he burns his fingers trying to steal them away. She slathers them with blackberry jam as the seasons change, slices of plum stacked on top.

Over the winter, his appetite returns. She makes him hot chocolates at christmas, piled high with cream and marshmallows and so much sugar it’s a wonder he isn’t crawling the walls. She brings him breakfast, runny eggs with toast soldiers for dipping, and she resists the urge to grin when he grabs for them with gusto, splattering rich orange yolk on the bedspread. She doesn’t know if it’s because she makes it, but she likes to think so – she delights in the look on his face when she knocks on his door, silver tray in hand, no longer shaking with effort.

By the time his birthday arrives he’s almost back to normal: she arranges a picnic, up on the cliffs. It’s warmer and drier than April usually is, and Lucinda is glad. Her son’s skin is sickly pale from almost a year spent indoors, blue veins like rivers on a roadmap. She’s made the food specially: apricot jam sandwiches, cut horizontally, not diagonally, the crusts removed. Empire biscuits, inexpertly iced, half-glace cherries haphazardly thrown on top. And a birthday cake, crooked and drooping on one side, the icing a paler blue than she had imagined no matter how much food colouring she had mixed in. It doesn’t matter anyways; they go home with an empty picnic basket, smudges of pastel icing on the sides of the tupperware the only remnants of a homemade feast.

[arizona-mary-jo]

Blended

TRIGGER WARNING: Depression, self-deprecation, break-ups.

Blended - Arizona Muse/Arizona Mary Jo/Arizona Metzler

My knuckles hurt, this box is so full and it hurts my arms and my knuckles. My arms are sore and I have to walk up these stairs. Where do I live, I don’t know what apartment its apartment 252 I think I know its 252 right here right her on the left, I found my place. My back hurts, need key from back pocket, no front pocket no back pocket, no lost it no I have it in my front small pocket. New green door, miss my red door, it okay. . it’s okay. . here we are. . this is new . . . this is the new now and it is okay. I'm just going to goinside.

Sigh sigh sigh sigh, it smells, ew, tobacco, wish I can smoke, I can I am an adult, I can do what I want I want to smoke but I don’t want to smoke so it’s okay but I can if I want to because I am an adult but I don’t want to, but if I do its okay and I don’t have to be upset at myself. I don’t want to ruin how good I’ve been. . I don’t want to ruin anything else. . it’s okay. . it’s okay. . I should eat because I am hungry and tired and my knuckles hurt from the glass, from last week, felt good but sad, those frames were nice but its okay because its gone now and can't fix it, cant . . I can't . . maybe it will though . . be okay one day . . it’s okay. . everything heals in time. . this too shall pass, but she used to say that, I don’t have to hate it, it’s true, I'm just mad and that is okay. . it’s okay. . I should eat. I saw blue grocery store down that open street with red sign and taco place with red bench there, on that left there. I’ll go to that blue grocery place there.

Rice, beans, sandwich, soup, spaghetti, soup, ravioli, soup, smoothie, light? I don’t know what I am hungry for I want something light I don’t want don’t want heavy food please so full, I am full but haven’t eaten but ate lunch, lunch was small but I had had it not too long ago. It wasn’t healthy but that’s okay . . . I want to cook but I don’t know how. I burn. I scrap. I mess up. I miss read. I burn. Undercook. Mess up all food, I'm not good. Rice is always raw, chicken is hard I always burn the chicken. I have to get food so easy recipes are good for that. Basic items are easy, corn, can chicken, potato mix, broccoli, milk, cheese, chocolate, chocolate milk, strawberry milk . . sugar . . junk food . . I need real food and I can't just keep eating junk all the time . . her . . she . .

Her face . . anger . .

Cold . . its okay . . I know . . I know . . its

Okay . . I know . . lets keep going

but its okay to do every once in a while because I am an adult and can eat what I want and choose to be better too. Maybe a diet, I will grab veggies, fruits, juice, water, milk, potatoes, canned chicken, get magazine for recipes and diets, where are they? Front, okay, game plan, food, magazines, home, food. I can do this. I see magazines Ill go there first because I see magazines.

Keto, Rachel Ray, vegetarian, pescatarian, 30 minute abs, maybe I can look good, want to feel good for the summer if I happen to see her, I don’t want to see her but I want to look good . . does that mean I want to see her. . it’s okay if I do . . it’s okay. . its okay. . I'm in the store I should not think this, I haven’t read at all, just staring but have been tracking. It okay. . just read. Smoothies? Smoothies are good with burger so I can have a burger and a healthy smoothie. I ruin everything. . this blender will fix that. . it okay. . it’s okay . . I will get blender, put good food in like veggies and fruit and kale and carrots and strawberries and mangos and I will feel good and look good because I enjoy feeling better than . . than now . . .

. . .                                          cold. .  .               .    .    .                     cold   .     .       .

It’s okay. . it is okay. . snap our I have a mission, I need a blender, I will not ruin anything else. I promise I won’t.

Blue, green, blue or green, I like blue, but green is good and I need more color in my white blank apartment, smelly apartment, I want to pain walls of place green so I should get a green blender unless it blends in too well, ha, blends in, blender. I amuse myself, I am funny, but I need a blender so I am going to get the black one and paint my walls instead, unless I find something better.. something better? . . do I need better? Deserve better? . . .

Its okay . . its okay . . I am going to get something nice or different and not care about what is what, I will choose blindly, closing eyes closing eyes, feeling around am blind, pick! Yellow? Like a light yellow like a small flower? Or like grandmas dishes cups and bowls and plats glasses, a light yellow but she had red roses on front on front some pink roses with red, this is yellow blender, familiar, comforting, grandmas perfume,

     small and the last one. No box? No label, I want this blender for some why.

I will keep blender and pass on to my future children, if I have any, I would like

children just like she did . . she did . . I should have then but its okay . .

I am here now and should head our to check our now I have my blender. I'm hungry, want chocolate, but my teeth hurt from so much sugar, she said I needed to eat healthy . . she said id have i would have cavity cavities. . that’s okay . . I'm an adult now for a while and I am big to make my own decisions. . my own . . I can do what I want what I want what I want. . I want . . leave, I have my blender.       I just            I just want to leave .

spinach            carrots             apples              broccoli           oranges            potatoes           . . .

       cold . . .   strawberries    blueberry         milk                 butter   . . .        cold . . .

             heavy .          .           .           .           . I should move           .           .           . people will    ask  . . .        this wrong           .           . burden             . home.

My new apartment is old, smells, grime dinge, reeks. Knuckles sore, groceries not heavy though so I can hold but will put in kitchen, want rest my arms, arms sore from move and all those heavy boxes. Need food, I will eat to feel feel better, that sounds bad in obvious

terms blatant but it’s okay because I am an adult and I can handle it

and I can go somewhere to take care of it if I find the time, . .

Why if,  . . why would I say if if I want to get better, . . . . . It should be will, I will find time and get better, but that is for later, now I must eat, hungry and need energy, I will eat and I will

feel better. Better than what? . .than what? Do I feel bad? I should but that is okay

because I don’t want to feel bad. . I want to feel better . . I want better. I am better

because I say so, I will eat with my new blender and my for myself

I did things myself and I can push push through.

I suffer and my will will push me through because it is the fuel, I will push and do things.

No more thinking, I do, action now, blender now.

Focused, kitchen . . kitchen is very dirty . . is this . . .

No! no no no. Action! Blender. Outlet. Chord. BRIGHT . . . .smoke . . . smoke?

ruined. . . ruined . . . smoke.

no blender . . . no food.

Pizza.

She was right . . . Its all ruined . . . cold.        cold                 why cold.        I can't                          I can't make anything.

Sound. . . sounds ?  . . . heard something, heard something, I am sure, I heard heard something, its okay its okay its okay . . it is okay . .

it is okay. Yea. The kitchen is where where I heard the noise over

in front of me, should not be on floor right now, its okay okay okay, the kitchen. Okay fire? No smoke, no nothing. Burglar? No kitchen is far from door, would hear or see if burglar, okay slow . . . slow. I see . . Movement! Wagging? dog puppy. . Puppy? Yellow? . . . wait.

. . . . Blender?

This, blender, blender! Blender, light yellow, glass metal, small blender, wagging, wagging like a puppy, my blender, all mine, my light yellow, it jumps! Running around. Blender is cute, my blender, my buttercup. Perfect name for the blender blender because light yellow and butter cup is same shade, like grandmas cookware. Buttercup is happy, runs around, circles me, runs running around. can't go outside for running, run inside is good.

I still need eat, does blender buttercup eat? Must get delicious food.

I want buttercup happy so it wont ruin . . be ruined . . .

 I don’t . . don’t want to ruin . . . my new . . .

I don’t want to ruin anything else . . .

its okay.

Pizza! Pizza for buttercup blender would be good food as its new and delicious, blender will love pizza I love pizza. Will call over phone, can't wait I love pizza and so will buttercup.

Pizza time! Time to eat, marinara, good good yum robust smelling spaghetti dinner pepperoni cheese cheese smells so good, blender will love pepperoni pizza. Smells so good with open top, so good just want to only smell the so good smell. Good smells . good smells . mmmm good smells . need plate. Blender! Blender has plate! Blender is good boy very good boy who is helpful, deserves that good good pizza like a good boy.  Blender?          No pizza pizza . . No pizza?   Too hot? Blowing will cool down for blender.          Blender?          Still no pizza for boy?

               Blender does not like pizza. . . . veggies fruit for blender. . . good food for him . . .

good for him. . . . I can be like him . . I think . . . . . I can think I can do it.

Blender is good for me, blender is help and helpful like a good puppy, he is good and I will be good for him because he is so small and nice and cute and I can love him. I love him. I will protect my blender my buttercup. . . I can do that . . . I wont ruin this . . . I wont destroy this . . . I won't.

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[cultivating-wildflowers]

top five recipes to make

Hamburger Helper - I was really into BudgetBytes for a while (still follow her on instagram) and jumped on this grown-up hamburger helper recipe when she posted it. I never add the relish and I play around with the other stuff, but it's a useful base recipe to build on. Sometimes I add rice instead of pasta, but I'm still working out the ratios for that.

Sausage Alfredo - Found this recipe years ago and it became an instant hit with friends and family, so it's my go-to when I need to provide dinner and can't think of anything else. Taught me how to make a proper Alfredo sauce. I always have some cavatappi pasta on hand and I need to start keeping kielbasa in my freezer.

Potato soup - I don't have an actual recipe for this. It was a favorite growing up and the original flavor is not complex, but I've been playing around with it. I can say I don't prefer it with chicken or beef broth but they do add some depth.

Cookies - Finally found and saved a good chocolate chip cookie recipe. Since I always have a bag of chocolate chips on hand, this is one of my comfort snacks. I found if you roll the dough in a coating of flour just before baking it helps the cookies stay soft. Then I stick some chocolate chunks on top and sprinkle it all with coarse salt. And bring it to work, for job security purposes.

Stuffed bell peppers - My stand-by recipe for work potlucks, because everyone but my work mom likes them (she doesn't like dill). Once a month or so I'll grab the ingredients to mix up at home and live off of it for a couple of days. The filling also goes great on bread toasted with olive oil.

[peralta-guaranteed]

A five course meal anniversary dinner (idk 15th anniversary for May 15). What is each course? Could be either restaurant fancy or homemade intimate

to be honest homemade would just mean they make all or at least many of their favourites, which are relatively basic given that Jake learned to cook for kids most of all and Amy is never allowed in his kitchen when he can help it. So, like, fancy Mac&Cheese and some good Cuban grub recipe by Camila and a really nice cheesecake for dessert because Jake is a bit of a sugar king.

For the restaurant, though...

Jake

Jake would still stick to 'safer' foods, because he did broaden his palate a bit over the years but he's still a picky eater and most of the menu sounds weird to him so he picked the ones that seemed most familiar / traditional:

Amuse Bouche

(ignore that this is usually decided by the kitchen not the guest maybe they have like a veggie and non-veggie option):

- puffed wild rice chip with lentil foam and fried corn tossed in maple syrup (he's not a fan of lentils but fried corn was too interesting to see how it wouldn't turn into popcorn)

Soup

- heirloom tomato soup with reduced cream, aged cheddar and brioche croutons (so basically... grilled cheese and tomato soup)

Starter

- corn-fed chicken kebap with buttermilk breading, jalapeño-mayonaise, carrot and cabbage in buttermilk dressing (it's chicken nuggets and coleslaw, Ames, they just fancy it up)

Main

-Surf&Turf, house-style. Beef onglet with jus, Jumbo Tiger prawn with yuzu garlic sauce, pommes allumettes, spring vegetables with brown butter (the waitress assured him that despite the fancy sounding names, it was really like surf&turf with fries)

Dessert

- milk ice cream, grilled apricots in apple cider vinegar, honeycomb crumb, whiskey caramel (it's a hot milk with honey, and a shot, with fruit! but in cold! as ice cream! Amazing, Ames!)

Amy

Amy is obviously a bit more adventurous with her food. She loves spices, and after her two pregnancies has discovered a love for some rather unusual mixes, much to Charles’ pride.

Amuse Bouche

(she picked the meat option just for some variety to Jake)

- honey glazed chinese cabbage crisp, braised pork belly, miso and green apple (she loves the more fatty meats and chewy bits, and the cabbage that threw Jake off was actually delicious)

Soup

- chicken consommé with egg confit, garden herbs, hay-smoked garlic oil (she then argued quietly that you couldn't, technically, confit an egg but it was delicious so she's not gonna complain)

Starter

- fennel in 3 variations ~ fennel salad with habañero dressing, fennel-and-walnut filled dumpling, singed fennel stalks, mussel broth (it tastes like medicine and stinky fish Ames - Jake a dumpling is just a fancy pierogi)

Main

- grilled sturgeon with chili-molasses glace, barley risotto, preserved lemon chutney, snow peas and pickled radish (not a single thing on that plate sounds like it should be edible Amy - here look I googled sturgeon, look how funky it is as a living thing, you want to eat that?!)

Dessert

-basil sorbet, mint granité, mixed berries, balsamico-honey syrup, white chocolate ganache (that’s a salad, babe, you missed the dessert page)

[elisaphoenix13]

Bonding With Clay

Tony woke with a soft groan and rolled onto his side to throw his arm around Stephen and buried his nose in the back of his neck. He even hooked a leg over Stephen's and ground his hips against his ass until the younger man hugged and swatted back at him.

"Tony, no. There's a child in our bed and I have to go to Kamar-taj today." Stephen mumbles.

Tony cracks his eyes open and lifts his head to look over Stephen and sighs when he finds Valerie cocooned against the sorcerer. "Doesn't she have her own bed?"

"She had a nightmare."

"What about William?" Tony complains and Stephen chuckles.

"You know as well as I do that there are some things parents can do that siblings can't." The sorcerer pushes Tony's face away. "Go brush your teeth."

"Absolutely not. You have to suffer my morning breath now." Tony laughs and kisses Stephen. It only lasted a few seconds before the younger was pushing him away again with a look of disgust.

"I can even taste it!"

Tony laughs again and rolls back over to get out of bed and shuffle into their bathroom to brush his teeth. As he passed Lucy's crib, he found her wide awake and sitting up, patiently gnawing on her teething ring...which she fondly chucked at his head. It was her way of saying good morning and also her way of showing that she liked someone. Fortunately she only threw soft things at people. The more dangerous items were chucked at something random. Like the lab incident.

So he and Stephen considered themselves lucky. Of course they still tried to get her to stop, but she was stubborn like her parents. Lucy did what she wanted.

"Just a minute Lulu. I've been ordered to wash my mouth and you know how Mom is." Tony says and grabs his toothbrush. Lucy babbles in a way a baby might be offended and Tony looks into the bedroom to look at Stephen as he gets out of bed as well. "Y'hear that?"

"She always has something to say." Stephen scoffs as he fixes the blankets over Valerie. "It'll be you, Lucy, and Valerie today. The kids have school and classes, I have things to check on in Kamar-taj, and everyone else is busy."

Tony spits into the sink after rinsing and frowns. "I don't mind, but Val never seems to enjoy our time together."

"She's getting better." Stephen sighs.

It was true...for the most part. Valerie wasn't completely reliant on Stephen anymore ever since the twins came to live with them. She adored William, and of course she loved Tony, but she and her father had yet to find something to bond over. She loved reading and the piano like Stephen just like Lucy loved being in the lab with Tony. He would figure something out though. Maybe tough out sitting through The Little Mermaid for the fourteen hundredth time? That was Valerie's favorite movie.

"You taking the cloak?" Tony asks.

"Mmhmm." Stephen responds as he brushes his teeth.

"Athena?" Another noise of approval. "Right... we'll figure it out."

"Mmnnbbbftt!" Lucy babbles.

Tony leaves the bathroom and takes the baby out of her crib. "I heard you the first time, bossy."

"If that isn't evidence enough that she takes after you--" Stephen starts until Tony points at him.

"She could have just as easily gotten it from you Duchess."

Stephen chuckles and walks back over to the bed when Valerie sits up and rubs her eyes. While he got ready for the day and explained to the little girl that she would be spending the day with her father and sister, Tony got himself and Lucy ready for the day. His mind was already occupied with how he would spend the day with the girls since Valerie had no interest in the lab, and everything led to Disney movies and tea parties. Not that he had anything against either of those since he was used to it, but he had tried that before and Valerie just didn't seem as interested as she would usually be.

It sort of made him feel like a failure as a father. There had to be something they would enjoy doing together right? Hell, even Lucy enjoyed being run around by Thomas.

"What sounds good for breakfast topolina?" Tony asks as Valerie climbs down from the bed.

"Fwench toast."

Well, that was easy. "French toast it is." Tony says.

Stephen crouches in front of Valerie when he finishes getting dressed and brushes her hair back. "I'll be back later. Have fun with Daddy, okay?"

"Okay."

Stephen kisses her forehead and gets back up to grab his sling ring off the nightstand, and waits just long enough after opening a gateway to wait for Levi to fly into the room and hang on his shoulders. Then he and Athena were through the gateway and it closed behind him, leaving Valerie to stare forlornly at the space it had been. Tony gently pats her head before leading her out of the master bedroom.

"Where's Mooey? Why don't you go get him and you can help me with breakfast." Tony suggests.

"Can we have fwuit?" She asks softly.

"We sure can." Tony smiles. "We can even have some chocolate chips on our french toast if you want."

Valerie smiles and nods before skittering away to her room to find her stuffed cow. A smile from a promise if chocolate chips was a good start to their day, and he would make sure they had a fruit salad with all of her favorites. So with that thought in mind, he descends the stairs to the kitchen where he deposits Lucy into her high chair and answers her demands when she smacks her hands on her tray.

"You are your mother's daughter...but don't tell him I said that." Tony mumbles and searches through the cupboards for the baby cereal puffs. "Look at that! Apple cinnamon flavor, your favorite!"

He pulls out the container and opens it to pour a dozen pieces onto Lucy's tray and she immediately grabs one and pops it into her mouth, humming happily. Lucy would be fed some proper breakfast later, but the puffs would tide her over until he and Valerie cooked and ate their own food. When he started to grab all they would need to make breakfast, Valerie finally joined him with Mooey in one of her arms, and he grabbed a step stool for her to use.

He gave her the easier tasks such as cracking the eggs and putting some cinnamon in them before it was whisked, and while he cooked the french toast, she washed the fruit. Strawberries, grapes, bananas, and even some kiwi were thrown into a bowl after Tony helped her cut them into pieces, and Valerie carefully mixed them together before stepping down from the stool and carrying the bowl to the table. It was amazing how independent Valerie was already being in her own way. She loved helping any way she could and even got a little upset when something was beyond her capabilities. Like when Stephen got sick. She was able to help make him soup but not much else and hated that there wasn't more she could do to make her mommy feel better.

William had to distract her most of the time, and the other times he had to reassure her. Tony and Stephen didn't like the girls to go into their room if one of them were sick because they didn't want them to get sick too.

"Here we go. Piping hot toast with…" Tony makes a show of topping Valerie's french toast with a few chocolate chips and she giggles. "Chocolate chips as promised. Buon appetito."

"Tank you Daddy," Valerie says softly when he places the plate on the table in front of her. He cuts it up for her before kissing her temple and then gets his own plate before sitting across from her.

"Want syrup?" He asks and grabs the syrup dispenser he had filled with warm syrup and pours a little bit on her toast.

"Ba!" Lucy reaches out and Tony chuckles and puts a drop on his finger to stick in her mouth.

"There. Like it? You don't get anymore." Tony says as Lucy sucks on his finger.

Tony made quick work of his french toast and fruit so he could feed Lucy before she started to demand more syrup. He grabbed a jar of chicken and rice--which made him gag a little when he opened it-- and a spoon, then offered a spoonful to the infant. He really didn't understand how babies could like the meat purees. He didn't dare try it in case it tasted as bad as it smelled, and the vegetables weren't much better. Tony was seriously considering giving the task of feeding Lucy her meat and vegetables to the Avengers.

Or the boys if they misbehaved. He knew for a fact the smell hit Peter harder.

"All done." Valerie announces.

"Great job." Tony glances at her plate. "You sure polished your plate. Go ahead and go watch your movie while I finish feeding your sister."

"Kay."

Valerie gets down from her chair and grabs her plate, carrying it to the sink and carefully lifting it up to drop it in. She checked her hands to see if they needed to be washed, found them clean, and shuffled to the living room and asked Friday to put on her favorite movie. Tony smiled and finished feeding Lucy and cleaned her up before taking her to the playpen in the living room, and then returned to the kitchen to clean up the mess. With how quiet things were, Tony honestly would have forgotten that Valerie was even there. All he heard was the tv and Lucy...and the water running.

How Stephen and William remembered her when she was this quiet was nothing short of amazing, but the thought sounded terrible to him at the same time. He didn't forget about Valerie, not by a long shot, but if someone told him they came by and took her to do something, he would be inclined to believe them. But she was sitting on the couch with Mooey clutched in her arms when he finally finished cleaning up and sat on the couch next to her.

"So...I thought of an idea." Tony smiles when Valerie looks up at him.

"Idea?"

"Yup. I think Tibbs is around here somewhere and he's due for his next pedicure."

Valerie's eyes brighten and she giggles. "Dia and Cassie do that!"

"Well I think it's our turn."

The little girl hopped off the couch to go find the pet safe nail polish and Tony looked around for the cat. It didn't take long to find Tibbs dozing in a patch of sunlight on the floor and the feline protested with an annoyed meow when Tony scooped him up.

"I don't know why you bother throwing a fit." Tony snorts as he carries Tibbs back over to the coffee table where Valerie was already waiting. "What color is he getting today topolina?"

"Purple!"

Tony laughs. "Purple it is."

Once Tony sets Tibbs down, Valerie gently takes one of the cat's paws and carefully applies the polish to each nail. Tibbs, the ever chill cat, sat calmly after yawning and patiently let the little girl do his nails. He was more than used to letting the girls do stuff like this to him and knew eventually they would finish and let him go so Tony wasn't worried about him scratching. All the other animals got pedicures as well.

Even Emir.

"Tibbs gets tweats!" Valerie says after finishing.

"He sure does. You know where they are." Tony says and Valerie gets up to retrieve the cat treats.

She shook the bag as she returned from the lower cabinets in the kitchen, and Tony laughed when the cat's ears perked up. Tony helped his daughter open the bag and she grabbed a small handful which she held out and let Tibbs eat straight from her hand. While the cat purred contently, Tony glanced over at Lucy to find the baby fast asleep with her teething ring still in her mouth.

"Where's the Play-Doh Uncle Steve got you?" Tony asks and Valerie points towards her room. "Go get it. We'll make some sculptures."

"You too?" She asks.

"Me too. You can show me how to make flowers."

Once again, the little girl scurried away, leaving Tony with The Little Mermaid to fill the silence, but soon enough, Valerie came back with an armful of containers of Play-Doh. She sets them down on the coffee table before sitting on Tony's lap, and he smiles as she starts opening the containers and taking out the clay. They spent the next couple of hours shaping the clay into different things, from flowers to Tony's suits, until they were rudely interrupted by Lucy's teething ring. Specifically when it sailed into the air and hit the side of Tony's head.

"I'm guessing it's time for lunch." Tony snorts and lifts Valerie out of his lap, groaning as he gets up from the floor. "Daddy's getting too old for this."

"Burro di arachidi e gelatina?" Valerie requests.

"Yes ma'am. With milk." Tony says as he walks over to the playpen and picks up Lucy. He sniffs and grimaces. "After I change your sister."

Valerie wrinkles her nose. "Yucky."

"You said it. You finish your sculpture and then we can make lunch and watch a movie. Sound good?" Tony asks.

"Uh-huh."

Tony couldn't believe he was worried about this just this morning. He enjoyed playing with the clay with Valerie, and he was pretty sure she enjoyed herself too. He made a mental note to think of more things to do for the future days like this, with another side note to think of things that Lucy could eventually join in on. The baby was growing up fast and wouldn't be content to stay in the playpen forever.

"Phew." Tony reels back a little when he opens the baby's diaper once he gets her on the changing table in the master bathroom. "Are you taking lessons from Harley?"