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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[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hm. I can see why," thoughtfully.

[summerdude]

This is so weird, actually! Magnus takes a fortifying swig of his root beer and goes over to check the falafel about it. The oil is starting to bubble a little, so that's probably a good sign?

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot takes another thoughtful sip, and then asks, "How does it look?"

[summerdude]

"It looks like a bunch of balls in a thing of oil."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh, aye," as if Magnus has said something profound.

[summerdude]

He pokes the oil with a fingertip. "Getting pretty warm."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Needs must be very hot, yes?"

[summerdude]

"Yeah, that's the general idea." In fairness, it's probably actually fairly hot, if it feels warm to Magnus.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Well. I can be patient."

[summerdude]

Magnus hoists himself up onto the counter next to the stove so he can keep an eye on things while he has his root beer. "Yeah," he says. "Sooooooo... what's new?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot leans in the corner of the counter, "Very little. Do you know of Lan Noo-boh?"

[summerdude]

"Ummmmm," says Magnus, immediately poised to be extremely jealous. "No? Is that one of Hanguang-jun's people?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"No, he's a--" Lancelot frowns, trying to figure out how to describe Noo-boh, "He is a being of technology, I think. Fuzzy. Ears. He is learning to speak English."

[summerdude]

"A being of technology?" Magnus asks, incredulous.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Crowley said he was a 'toy' but he does seem to be alive." It is probably clear that Lancelot is still pretty confused with regard to Noo-boh.

[summerdude]

"What, like a robot?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Explain 'robot'?"

[summerdude]

"It's a being of technology that's controlled by, like... invisible commands. Some of them talk."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hrm, perhaps. This one seemed to think. Crowley said he was learning. He had a language of his own -- Furbish."

[summerdude]

Magnus blinks. "A Furby?" he says, even more incredulous. "How is he related to Hanguang-jun, then?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh, you know of it! Odd thing. I do not know how he is related to Lan Wangji, but Crowley put him into my care. For now, he is living in the game room."

[summerdude]

"You know that literally none of this makes sense, right?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot shrugs a little helplessly, "Maybe Crowley can explain better."

[summerdude]

"Can he?" Magnus remarks, checking the falafel again. It's still pretty pale-looking, but the oil is definitely hot now. "So. Lan Noo-Boh is new?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Yes. Aside from that, there is not much else, which is well."