New Plan, Step One: Provide For My Community [open]

[summerdude]

Magnus needs something to change, so when a Mansion calendar helpfully informs him that it's International Falafel Day back on Earth, he goes to the library for some cookbooks, and then to the kitchen.

He lays out ten different falafel recipes. He gathers the ingredients they list, as best as he can understand them. He has canned chickpeas and fresh chickpeas and dried chickpeas and chickpea flour and box mixes of falafel that say 'just add water!'

Cripes.

"I can do this," he says, peering at the assorted recipes intently for a good ten minutes, and then takes the dried chickpeas over to the sink to rinse and soak.

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[summerdude]

Magnus laughs - a mirthless snort more than anything. "No," he says. "I met him after I died."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Do you--" Lancelot hesitates. "Do you like your father?"

[summerdude]

Magnus loves his dad, which is part of the problem, and not something he's going to blabber about with Lancelot of all people. "Oh, he's, like, fine or whatever. Could be a lot worse."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hrm. I suppose."

[summerdude]

"You suppose?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I mean-- I do know it could be worse. Fine seems... well enough." He still looks thoughtful, though.

[summerdude]

"He's the god of summer," Magnus says. Are the sprouting chickpeas in front of them just sitting there, totally forgotten? Quite possibly! "And all that entails. And peace and prosperity." The prosperity part is particularly funny to a former street kid. "And the lord of Alfheim, hence, like, the alf seidr. And--" He pauses, brow furrowed. "Like, summer storms. I wonder if I could make it rain?" He's never tried that before, somehow!

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot is still working through something, but he straightens a little and says, "That would be an impressive skill."

[summerdude]

"I'll have to try it sometime," Magnus says. Oh, look, he's remembered the falafel project! He pokes at the mixture.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Is it coming along?"

[summerdude]

"Who knows," Magnus groans.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot lets out a surprised little laugh. "Certainly not me."

[summerdude]

"If I don't know and you don't know, then who's driving this thing???"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I believe that was supposed to be you."

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs. "Dude, I told you up front that I don't know how to cook."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"And I do not believe I have ever claimed to know anything more than how to chop things or wash dishes. We make a very fine team."

[summerdude]

"Great, we have a perfect excuse in case this sucks," Magnus says, going over to look at the recipe. "Wanna try and fry these puppies?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I am willing to try."

[summerdude]

Magnus blitzes the food processor one more time, for good measure. The falafel mixture sure is a texture! Maybe it's even a good texture? He's pretty sure that frying involves oil and pans, so he goes looking for some.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot moves to the food processor to investigate the falafel -- it seems fine to him, a person who has never had falafel.

[summerdude]

"We form it into balls and then we fry it," Magnus says -- of this, he's confident.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Very well. Show me, and I shall shape them."

[summerdude]

Magnus dumps a bunch of oil into the pot and puts it on the stove. "It's like this, I think," he says, and scoops up some of the mixture and squishes it into a ball. The ball he places into the cold oil. Surely you fry things by bringing them to temperature with the oil, right?

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hrm," Lancelot says, watching. He goes to the sink to wash his hands. "That seems easy enough."

[summerdude]

"Yeah, an idiot could do it," Magnus says, with a meaningful eyebrow waggle.