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Who: Duncan Rosenblatt and anyone who wants to bother him
What: Wandering around Orlea
Where: Orlea
When: 3/19 all day
Warnings: None!

[For the millionth time today Duncan glanced at his communicator and shook his head. Still no one familiar from home. Maybe he shouldn't get his hopes up so much and just let it go. It wasn't so bad being on his own after all. Everyone here seemed to be very accepting and he appreciated that. In fact, it let the teen relax a little and not caring who saw his orange scaly skin anymore. Well, almost. He was still a little self conscious about that, but, he was slowly getting better.

Maybe.

So far.

Anyway, he lets out a little sigh and moves away from the tree he had been leaning against. Hands slip into his pockets as he begins to wander around looking for something interesting to do. Or to just see what new people he can meet. Whatever wanders his way. ]

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[ Duncan's nose is right - there was something really off about the smell. The taste too, if he tries it. ]

Really?

[ Already Akane brightens, even though she looks a bit apprehensive. SHe knows her cooking is horrible, but she tries - oh lord how she tries - to cook it well. It's just... she's careless. Especially when she's angry. ]

Well... sure. I mean, at least it won't go to waste this way. What kind of diet do you usually have? [ She holds the box out. ]

There's a little bit of everything.

[ Like. Literally. THe rice is made well, but ... she used soap to clean it. The meat is decently cooked, more over than under, but she grabbed the cinnamon instead of the pepper when she spiced it. There's fish too, and god only knows what she used to glaze -that- because it's kind of purplish in hue. There are some mushrooms and only half of those are even edible - and oh yes. Bits of cutting board are hidden in there. Yum yum. ]

Normally? Charcoal.

[Duncan takes a closer look at the food and now realizes just...why Ranma might go running when it came to this dish. If he ate normal food, he might run too. But, at least there was some wood in there. That's something normal to him at least.]

Yeah, I think I can eat this. Might need to char it a little though.

[Hey, having a stomach that can handle something worse then this comes in handy sometimes.]

Charcoal?

[ SERIOUSLY. What's the vitamin quotient in charcoal? At the latter though, Akane brightens, grinning broadly. ]

Really? Well then, here! I can always make Ranma something later. [ Beam beam. ]

[Hell if he knew. All Duncan knew was his body needed it. Lots of it.]

If you're sure.

[He takes the box, glances around for a few moments before breathing in and then breathing out a thin like of flame into the box and er.. carefully burning everything so he can eat it before starting to pick out the bits that looked the tastiest to him and chowing down.]

Hey, not bad at all.

Uh-huh, I don't mind. [ She blinks in surprise when the food is charred, a bit taken aback - but not in the 'omg freak' manner. Actually that was kinda cool - and ... he can still taste it? That's awesome! ]

Really?

Yeah, why? I mean, it doesn't have the same flavor or texture of charcoal, but it's close.

[ .. is that good? She'll assume it is. ]

Well - I know my cooking isn't...really the best. [ Burning it to that point probably killed all the flavor as it is so ...! ]

[Yeah, we'll go with good.]

Hey, it works for me at least. Dunno why Ranma would be running away from it really. I mean, it wasn't horrible.

He's... had experience with some of my cooking before. It didn't turn out as well as this did. Kasumi did all the cooking at home - or he'd go and mooch off of Ukyou or Shampoo.

...Sound's like a real winner.

You can say that again.

I don't know why I even bother.

...IF you don't know why, then why don't you just stop bothering?

[ Pause. ]

Because I'm going to make him eat his words, every time he insulted my cooking, or die trying. [ Or kill HIM trying, more like. ]

...It sounds like you're just adding to the problem.

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