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.

Comments

[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."

[summerdude]

"No news is good news," Magnus quips, moving over so he can keep a better eye on the falafel.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Is that a saying? It makes good sense."

[summerdude]

"It is," Magnus says, immediately trying to decide what kind of platitudes-and-sayings guy Lancelot is. It's urgent, first, to determine if Lancelot is more of an old-guy sayings dude or a basic bitch. "I know a lot of sayings. What do you think about 'live, laugh, love?'"

[lanselos_du_lac]

He makes an expression of distaste even as he says, "All good things, but that's hardly advice."

[summerdude]

Magnus cackles, equally relieved and disappointed. "Okay," he says. "'Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get.'"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Again, I don't see how that is helpful-- they come in boxes? Why would one not know what it was?"

[summerdude]

"Okay, so in the future, you can get -- hang on." Magnus goes to hunt through a cabinet until he finds a box of the kind of mediocre assorted chocolates he'd find thrown out in their wrappers a week after Valentine's day. He opens it and offers it to Lancelot. "There are six different kinds here," he says. "Five of them are abominations and one is great."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"They are not simply chocolate?"

[summerdude]

"Nope," Magnus says, popping the p. "There's fillings."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I see," he takes one, examines it, and then bites it in half. It is immediately apparent that he does not like this one, at all, but he gamely eats the rest just so that it will be gone. "Ugh."

[summerdude]

"You can just stick the half-eaten chocolates back in the box," Magnus points out. "It's, like, tradition or whatever."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Good to know. The texture was dreadful."

[summerdude]

Magnus cackles again. "Like I said, life is like a box of chocolates."