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]

"Oh, totally."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot just makes a thoughtful sound.

[summerdude]

"What? You don't believe me?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I do not."

[summerdude]

"So suspicious," Magnus says, shaking his head and tsk-ing.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I've learned it's to my benefit to doubt you, at least a little."

[summerdude]

"My dude, why would you ever doubt me?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"At times, you tease me or give me information that is meant as joke. For sport."

[summerdude]

Magnus gives him his trademark shit-eating grin. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a little guy."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"You certainly do know," but he's chuckling.

[summerdude]

"Anyway," says Magnus, going over to check the falafel again. The oil is bubbling vigorously now, so probably they should be done imminently? "My point is I'm very wise. Also everyone who looks like we should be the same age thinks I'm old as dirt. 'Crumbly,' I think the going phrase is."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Cumbly, is it? Then I must be ancient."

[summerdude]

"Oh, probably," says Magnus, serenely. Is the oil spitting over the edges of the pot? Should it be doing that?

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot has no idea what it should be doing. He assumes Magnus has it under control.

"You do have your moments of wisdom," he allows.

[summerdude]

"Only moments? I'm wise all the time, asshole." It's a fond 'asshole,' almost like he knows for sure that this isn't actually Lancelot's name.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah, well, perhaps I am not wise enough to perceive it."

[summerdude]

"Probably not," says Magnus, brightly. The falafel is starting to look really weird? He grabs a chopstick and pokes at it; the oil hisses back.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"What's the matter?"

[summerdude]

"Dude. Heck if I know." He pokes at a falafel and it breaks apart. "Um, can you get a colander? A... strainer? Like for pasta?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Yes," he says, and starts rustling around to find one. It only takes a minute or so. "Here. But be careful."

[summerdude]

"Great!" Magnus knows exactly what to do. He (carefully) places it in the sink and (somewhat carefully?) dumps the entire pot of boiling oil and falafel into it.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot winces -- it seems dangerous, and he's wishing now that they had the help of someone who knew more about cooking.

[summerdude]

"Aw, man," Magnus says, as he picks up one of the falafel and breaks it open. "Something went wrong." It looks like the wrong texture inside, greasy and mushy and not what he was hoping for.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hrm-- what should it be like?"

[summerdude]

"Crunchy outside. Soft middle." Magnus pokes another one; it break apart way too easily. "Aw, man."