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dramamines( there's nothing that makes a man hungrier than coming out of an incredibly intense battle — it might not be the end of a war, but they're getting close — and he really can only stay cooped up for so long before he starts going stir crazy. yeah, that's right. you heard right. the cabin fever might not be on the same level as, say, lance's fidgeting in his own room in the med bay, but it's at least enough to be on the scale in the first place, and when hunk's nerves get the better of him …
he needs to cook. needs to take his mind off of everything they've just gone through, all the lives lost in comparison to all those they managed to save by the end of it, and they might have been able to take earth back from the galra, but that still leaves the whole rest of the known universe, and if he doesn't find something to occupy his noggin with he's going to end up going batty. he doesn't want to go batty. going batty absolutely does not sound appealing to him at all right now.
which means that when they're all finally released from their captivity ( read: discharged ), if anyone ever finds themselves in search of one ( 1 ) hunkadoodle, all they need to do is check the nearest kitchen.
he tries not to make a menace of himself, staying out of the way in the mess hall as much as he can but he needs something to do and there doesn't seem to be any shortage of food-related things that require his attention. mainly, he'd like to add some new things to the menu that maybe no one else has thought of, things that both cadets and officers can enjoy, and maybe see some of the speedier individuals actually sitting down to enjoy a meal every once in a while. because it isn't really a meal if you aren't enjoying it, right? right.
that was absolutely a rhetorical question.
so. it's a pretty slow evening and he's presently alone in the kitchen, hming and ehhing to himself as he looks over some ingredients he has at his disposal, thinking that he might try some new dessert because everyone loves that sort of thing. seriously. who doesn't love dessert?
that was another rhetorical question. duh, everyone loves dessert.
anyway. he isn't expecting any company at this time of the evening but if anyone could be expected to be wandering about … on his own … at any given time it would be keith, and when the other enters he picks his head up from where he'd been staring at a measuring cup with the kind of scrutiny one might give an ant through a magnifying glass ( except without the impending death by being fried by magnified sunbeam ), and his expression immediately brightens. ) Keith! Hey, what are you doing roaming around all by your lonesome?
he needs to cook. needs to take his mind off of everything they've just gone through, all the lives lost in comparison to all those they managed to save by the end of it, and they might have been able to take earth back from the galra, but that still leaves the whole rest of the known universe, and if he doesn't find something to occupy his noggin with he's going to end up going batty. he doesn't want to go batty. going batty absolutely does not sound appealing to him at all right now.
which means that when they're all finally released from their captivity ( read: discharged ), if anyone ever finds themselves in search of one ( 1 ) hunkadoodle, all they need to do is check the nearest kitchen.
he tries not to make a menace of himself, staying out of the way in the mess hall as much as he can but he needs something to do and there doesn't seem to be any shortage of food-related things that require his attention. mainly, he'd like to add some new things to the menu that maybe no one else has thought of, things that both cadets and officers can enjoy, and maybe see some of the speedier individuals actually sitting down to enjoy a meal every once in a while. because it isn't really a meal if you aren't enjoying it, right? right.
that was absolutely a rhetorical question.
so. it's a pretty slow evening and he's presently alone in the kitchen, hming and ehhing to himself as he looks over some ingredients he has at his disposal, thinking that he might try some new dessert because everyone loves that sort of thing. seriously. who doesn't love dessert?
that was another rhetorical question. duh, everyone loves dessert.
anyway. he isn't expecting any company at this time of the evening but if anyone could be expected to be wandering about … on his own … at any given time it would be keith, and when the other enters he picks his head up from where he'd been staring at a measuring cup with the kind of scrutiny one might give an ant through a magnifying glass ( except without the impending death by being fried by magnified sunbeam ), and his expression immediately brightens. ) Keith! Hey, what are you doing roaming around all by your lonesome?
