2012-05-08: Frittatas And Pancakes


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Summary: Christopher meets Cale for the first time and the two cook together.

Date: May 8, 2012

Log Title: Frittatas And Pancakes

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Kitchen

This kitchen was designed to feed large numbers of people, and looks it with its bright white walls and stainless steel appliances. The stove, refrigerator, and dishwasher are all larger than normal. There is an island with stools around it for people to sit and eat around along with a table for twelve by the windows in back. Along the wall is a hole in the wall looking into the dining room so food can be passed back and fourth. Anything you want to cook or eat in the kitchen you will find the food and supplies to do so.

Being as it is morning, there's sunlight streaming in through the kitchen windows. Cale looks like he's gotten a great start on his day - though, maybe he forgot to get dressed, being that he's wearing a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and an old Captain Harlock shirt that looks, by the size of it, like it might even have been passed down to him by his dad. The show is certainly old enough for that to have happened… At any rate, he's stirring away at some pancake batter while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Walking into the kitchen carrying a canvas Trader Joes back on one arm and a large cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee in the other is the resident culinary teacher, Christopher. "Hello and good morning!" He greats the new face as he puts his coffee and bag gently down on the island and starts to pull out some breakfast meats, eggs, cheese, vegetables and potatos. "I'm Mr. Parker-Mayfair the culinary teacher here, it's a pleasure to meet you." He offers a hand in greeting.

Cale blinks, taken a little aback as he was just… you know. Fixing breakfast. And still sleepy! The boy idly wipes his hand on his pajama pants, smiling and shaking Christopher's hand. "I'm, um, Cale! It's nice to meet you too. I didn't know this place /had/ a culinary arts teacher." And one that's actually called a culinary teacher too, instead of something lame and 50s sounding like 'home-ec.'

"Yup, since that's pretty much the main thing I can teach is either cooking, how to cut hair or interrior design, cooking was the best choice." Christopher says with a warm smile. "And seeing as how I actually hate interrior design even though I went to school for it, I'd rather not teach it. So what I are you cooking there? I hope you don't mind an additional cook in the kitchen I was just about to make some breakfast for anyone who would like it."

"I like cooking!" Cale nods, smiling, "I was just making some pancakes… nothing fancy," he peers at Christopher curiously, noting the meats he's getting out. "Anyway, it's no big deal! I didn't start yet, so I can put this in the fridge if you're gonna cook something," he curls his fingers around the bowl full of pancake batter. Chris might notice he's painted his nails purple, after his conversation with Robin. Well, not that Chris saw him before that… but…

Christopher does notice the finger nails but doesn't comment at first, after all it's not like he hides the fact that he's gay, which is quite obvious. "Leave it out, we'll see if we have any blueberries or anything, or even some vanialla extract, and make some pancakes to go with everything. I was going to make two kinds of a western sort of egg frittata, one with bacon and one with ham. Then a third with tomatoes, peppers, onions and spinich for the vegitarians around here. I also have some extra maple cured bacon, some breakfast brats, sausage and ham. Then I was going to make a potato cassarole as well so you can help me with pancakes and others if you like." He says reaching out to grab the pancake batter bowl from Cale so he doesn't put it away. "And that purple is a nice colour, I have a bit of a thing for colours." He says with an impish grin as the bowl starts to change colour to match Cale's nails, the colour spreading out from when Christopher's hand touches the bowl.

Cale's face reddens just slightly, but he smiles. "Thanks!" he says brightly, glancing down at the pot, "Actually, I change colors, too. Just, well, not quite like that!" Actually, he's probably never turned purple. But that doesn't mean he /couldn't…/ Hmm. "Anyway," he nods, eyebrows going up slightly as Chris rattles off tons of ingredients. "That sounds pretty fancy." He's not that advanced, quiet yet. "Sure thing, anyway!"

"That's the beauty of it, it sounds fancy but it's a very simple egg casarrole. I just need to dig out some garlic, cream and butter. Excellent, there are some blueberries in here." Christopher says going to the fridge and getting out the additional ingredents he requires. "Though, we should cook up the breakfast meats first. And once the eggs are in the oven we can start cooking some pancakes. So Cale, when did you first arrive at Xavier's?" He asks as he starts to bring out some pans and turning on the burners so he can start cooking up some bacon.

"Oh! A couple weeks ago," Cale leans on the counter, watching intently everything that Chris is doing. Of course, all Chris is doing really is making some bacon, perhaps, so far. But still. If there's one thing you can say about Cale it's his willingness to learn. "I haven't really been here all that long. But it's been pretty great so far!" Place is like, his dream school, pretty much!

"Well it sounds like you're settling in quite nicely." Christopher says leaving Cale to the bacon as he starts to dice up some ham and then the vegetables. "So you said you can change colours as well? You know I haven't met anyone else who can change colours or do you mean you can in a difference sense than I can?" He asks him curiously. "And I love it here, that's why I came back to teach. It's aways been a second home in the best of ways to me."

"Well, sorta like a lizard," Cale puts his hand over the counter, biting his lip. "I can't, really do it on command, kinda. It usually happens on its own. It's like, an instinct thing or something… I can… try…" he looks at the back of his hand, thinking 'hide,' and shutting his eyes. Slowly his hand takes on the coloration of the countertop, blending in nicely. When he opens his eyes it stops, however. "It's hard to do when I don't need to, though. Like, I can't hold it. It's only like, when I don't /want/ someone to see me, or I'm nervous." Which ironically he doesn't feel around Chris…

Christopher gives Cale a warm smile and nods. "That's perfectly normal when most kids get here, their powers are more of a reflex than anything else. Control is one of the things we teach here. It's amazing how much emotion reflects on our powers." Christopher says as he continues to dice up various veggies he bought. "That's a pretty nifty ability to be able to blend in like that. You're already have a good start on it concentration and focus is key. When you start to blend you can always focus on what the sensation is like and try to copy that later."

"Well, like I said, it's easier when I actually have a reason! The hard part is actually /stopping/ it when I get nervous," Cale smiles, watching the veggies get diced. "But yeah, I think that's about right. My friend Mik also mentioned clothes that could shift colors with me. Which would be pretty… neato. You know. 'boss' or whatever," he giggles, tracing his fingers around a crack pattern on the stone countertop. "It's not exactly the only thing, I mean, I can climb walls, too. And I've got this… tongue. Thing. It's um. Like a frog, kinda. Or something."

"I would use the term fabulous." Christopher jokes with Cale. "Those types of clothing aren't common and they are expensive but your uniform will definately work in that fashion and if you wanted one or two outfits made of unstable molecules we can look into it. And Mik, he's a really good kid." Christopher does have a bit of a fondness for him since he helped him get his US Citizenship. "I just wish I could have helped him find out more about himself but I believe that's lost to unfortunate circumstance." He says frowning a bit. "Anway, those powers are quite interesting, but I can understand them being a bit…awkward. The tounge at least." He's not saying in to be cruel but more to be understanding that it's not exactly an easy power to deal with.

"Well, I mean, it's not so bad but… it's kinda gross," Cale grabs one arm with the other, rubbing at it a bit awkwardly. "Well, I mean, it doesn't really bother ME that much, since it's a part of me, but I don't want people to see it and freak the heck out 'cause it's like something out of Aliens or whatever," he pauses at the term 'fabulous,' nodding at Chris a little. He's probably not gonna adopt that term himself, at least, not in the immediate future, though.

"Well I don't think it's gross. I've seen much weirder powers but then again you see a bit of everything being a teacher here." Christopher says as he finally gets a bowl and hands it to Cale along with a carton of a dozen eggs. "Once you're done cracking those, we'll whip up the eggs with some cream and I'll teach you how to make your first frittata." He says grinning. "Well this place is good for the freak out factor, most people here aren't overly judgemental since they know they're just as unique."

Cale nods at Christopher, cracking the eggs as instructed - that's pretty easy, of course! Once that's done, he brings the bowl back over to Chris, nodding again. "Done!" he declares cheerily.

After cracking his own dozen eggs in a bowl, Christopher starts to instruct Cale on how to fluff the eggs, fold in the meats, cheeses and vegetables and then pour into a buttered iron skillet. Once the two are in he smiles at Cale. "And once their done cooking and cooling they'll be ready to eat. And you made your first frittata." He says smiling at Cale.

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