vatheon | a ship and a ball of rage + tea and baking

Who: Karkat and the Psiioniic
Where: Karkat's hive
When: May 29th, middle of the night
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[Yesterday may not have been the best day Karkat's ever had, but at least it wasn't the worst, for all it made him wish brain bleach was a real thing. What happened? Best not to ask. But in the time since then, he has settled in mind and stomach, and put his thoughts to other tasks. Like that meeting with the Psiioniic.]

[So it's taken a bit longer than he thought it might. Call it stuff coming up or what have you, but through talk and planning he has finally gotten around to asking the older troll over. So what if it's the middle of the night? He's up whenever, and Psii seemed to have no issue. And anyway, in the time between asking and inviting, he's gotten down that method a certain tea-loving old man taught him to make the beverage.]

[Eridan is out, his sleep schedule not as sleepless as Karkat's but still sparing, thereby leaving the hive for him and his guest. The kitchen is clean and cleared of clutter, save what he needs for tea making. As for what they'll need for the baking, he's asked the Psiioniic to bring it along, since he'd know better. Not like it would be difficult, between the power behind his title and a sylladex.]

[For now, all that's left is to wait for his arrival.]

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[ Neatly secured in his sylladex, the Helmsman arrives at the hive that he's been invited to. He is floating an inch or so off the ground, his posture that odd yet familiar mix of apathetic slouching and obvious anxiousness. He does not like to deter from his set patterns of behavior, and there is something more to it than just changing his routine.

He is distinctly afraid of making Karkat dislike him.

When he knocks on the door, it is with no small amount of trepidation. Though the youth might not understand his importance, he was of the same line as Signless. There was more to it, of course. In those frightening hours surrounding his arrival to Vatheon, there was only one particular fragment of memory that had stuck with him for all these months.

Karkat had wanted to save him. ]

[Oh, Karkat knows enough. He knows the similarity he and the Signless share; he knows that the Signless had visions foretelling his eventual arrival into the world. He knows that if not for them, he would have no lusus, and he knows the story of his sign. If there are things beyond that they are beyond him as of yet, but such things will have to wait a bit - maybe just until later, if they come out during their meeting.]

[For now he has his own nerves. He has seen the Psiioniic before, certainly, and spoken to him more than once. But he's never had him in his own hive, let alone for tea and baking. It's downright homey (hivey?) and domestic.]

[With a guy who used to be hooked up to a spaceship.]

[But Sollux seemed to think it was a good idea, and between him being his best friend's ancestor and a cohort of his own, he has plenty of reason to talk to him, beyond him simply being another troll. Even that last aspect can be trumped, on its own.]

[When the knock hits the door, Karkat answers it soon enough. It just takes a moment, eyes catching on how he's floating, before he steps aside to let the Psiioniic in.]

... Hey. Come on in; Eridan's not here right now so you won't have to worry about him or anything.

[ The Psiioniic tilts his head faintly as he moves in as he is invited inside. He looks around, mismatched eyes very visibly curious about his surroundings. ]

That ith not a conthern, but thank you for thith informathion.

[ His words are stilted. He's always stilted in conversation, but he's trying very hard. ]

If he doeth arrive, we will provide him thuthtenanthe.

[He closes the door after, then walks past the Psiioniic to lead the way into the kitchen, with a quick motion to follow. The stilted tone is nothing new, of course, so it's easier for him to let pass that it might be.]

[Though, he does pause at his latter words, and makes a sort of snort that might be a laugh.]

Provide him sustenance? Hah, no, he can get his own, or he can ask if he wants some of what we're making.

Ith not the purpothe of creating food to feed thothe of the hive?

[ He follows behind him, looking legitimately puzzled. Why would anyone have to ask if there was food already made? It had never occurred to him that someone might have to ask, especially someone that was Karkat's hivemate and quadrantmate both. Once in the kitchen, he looks around to take stock as he pulls a variety of goods out of his sylladex. All of it is neatly wrapped either in parchment paper, neatly bagged, or in the case of the honey in a small clear jar. ]

It doesn't mean I can't tease him either. This is something we're doing between us, alright? If he asks I am fine with sharing, but this is a specific thing.

[There's stuff for tea-making set off to the side, and on the whole the kitchen is clean and well-organized. Karkat is very strict about no wands (fake or otherwise) in the thermal hull, and perhaps surprisingly prone to keeping things in their proper places besides. The only reason he's warmed up to piles are in the context of pale feelings jams, and that took Gamzee's efforts; outside such things, the only ones in the house would be relegated to Eridan's room.]

Now what do we need? Bowls, measuring stuff, pans?

Ah, forgive my mithunderthtanding.

[ He hesitates again. By the end of this, Karkat's patience was going to be tested in a very thorough way. ]

Concave meathuring devitheth. A rectangular glasth cooking vesthel. Weighted thylindrical handled roller.

[ Measuring spoons and cups, a glass cooking dish, and a rolling pin. (Though he has some of those stashed away elsewhere in his sylladex if it becomes necessary.) He doesn't move from his spot, but he does use his psionics snag a sponge by the sink and turn the water on. With a meticulous care, he scrubs down the counter and neatly squeegees the water that remains with his mind to create an ideal preparatory surface. ]

[He waves a hand.]

Dude, it's fine.

[Then he starts listing things - with troll terms! Recipes and cookbooks he's found always use the human ones, short and to the point as they are, but still foreign. As did the man who taught him, John's father, for obvious reasons. This makes for a nice change. He of course has all of them with the many months it's been since he got into the hobby, and the only halt in retrieving them is waiting for a clean, dry bit of counter to put it all on. Measuring things, glass dish, rolling pin, in order.]

There. Do they all look fine for this?

[He can't imagine why they wouldn't, but...]

Yeth, that will be very adequate. We will thoroughly combine eight cupth of flour into a the largetht concave devithe, two cupth of heated water, two thmall thpoonth of vinegar and oil.

[ As he says this, he indicates each item brought along. ]

I will heat water, and altho help you accomplith the 'kneeding' porthion.

[Karkat listens carefully, noting down each amount into mind as best as he can. Nothing out of the ordinary so far.]

Got it. Hand me the flour and I'll measure that out while you heat the water. Do you need a pot for that or can your weird brain powers do it for you?

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