House of Many Bachelors, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel's brother had shown up - thankfully not his mother, but Gabi was his own sort of exasperation - so Miguel had ended up sharing his room last night. This morning, he was making breakfast at least in part to escape and get his coffee on, leaving Gabriel in the main room to watch TV or whatever. There was such a thing as too much closeness.

And hey, it meant there would be omelettes, breakfast burritos, and bacon for breakfast.


[OOC: Open to roommates, guests, and anyone who'd drop by!]

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[trollbirb]

"Eh, who're you?" Tsurumaru said, having wandered into the kitchen.

He'd been expecting Mitsutada.

There was someone cooking and it wasn't Mitsutada and this was unfathomable.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel gave him a nonplussed look. "I'm Miguel, I live here. Who are you?"

[trollbirb]

"I'm Tsurumaru, and I don't," he said, completely ignoring Miguel's expression. "I slept here last night, if that counts for anything."

He looked at what Miguel was cooking. "...what's that?"

[what_the_shock]

"An omelet," Miguel said. "Eggs, sausage, peppers, cheese?"

[trollbirb]

"...You made it wrong," Tsurumaru said, who was one hundred percent judging Miguel by Japanese food standards. "Where's Mitsubou? He should be making me breakfast!"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel narrowed his eyes (not that you could tell behind his glasses). "Don't like it? Don't eat it. And get out of my kitchen."

[battlewithstyle]

"You can't just insult people who you don't know," Mitsutada said coming into the kitchen. "Not everyone is going to know who you are, Tsuru-san. And there's nothing wrong with Miguel's cooking, you're just old and fussy."

He'd found his assertiveness overnight, it seemed.

[trollbirb]

"Heeey, Mitsubou, I'm just trying to make sure your friend gets enough surprises in his life," Tsurumaru said. He looked over at Mitsutada with big eyes. "I would never be insulting."

That was 100% a lie.

[what_the_shock]

"Oh, so that was you being not insulting?" Miguel asked sarcastically. "Good to know."

He waved at the stove. "You want to cook for mister fussy, there?" he asked Mitsutada. "Or there're omelets and burritos warming in the oven."

[trollbirb]

"Bu... ri...to?" Tsurumaru repeated, the term unfamiliar entirely.

[battlewithstyle]

"I almost want to watch that," Mitsutada said. "I'd apologize on his behalf, but he wouldn't and he'd been insulted by the idea he needed to. He's old, so please... treat his antics like you would a weird uncle, please."

[what_the_shock]

"Weird uncle, sure." Miguel would try not to strangle him too much.

"A burrito's a flour tortilla wrapped around a filling. In this case, scrambled eggs, onions, peppers, and salsa - a slightly spicy tomato sauce."

Well, Miguel's definition of 'slightly' was probably more than some people's, but he'd done his best to keep them fairly mild. Sort of.

[trollbirb]

"I'm not an uncle," Tsurumaru mumbled as he went to grab a burrito... thankfully not with his bare hands. He blew on it a little and took a bite.

The noise he made was ridiculous. His golden eyes gleamed with excitement. "Hey, Mitsubou, how come you never make this back at the Citadel? I take back everything I said about you, Migu-chan, not that I said anything bad."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel rolled his eyes and smirked. "You can buy a jar of salsa at the T&C and bring it home with you. They've got a couple good kinds." It wasn't homemade, but he didn't like Tsurumaru enough have enough of that left to offer a whole jar.

[battlewithstyle]

"I shudder to think what you'll put salsa on without supervision," Mitsutada said. "He'll probably sneak it into foods without letting people know."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel grinned. "Sounds like fun. Go with a hot one."

[raspberryturk]

There had been too many Tsengs at the hotel, and so Reno had grabbed the one that was most relevant to the business he was dealing with, and he'd dragged him back home so they could have a chat about the fate of some other Gaia.

So, that would be two men in matching suits making their way in, one intent on finding somewhere quiet to speak, the other one immediately being sidetracked by the possibility of breakfast.

"... Omelet day, huh?"

"Reno."

"Yeah, yeah, but food."

[what_the_shock]

"Food," Miguel agreed. "Yeah, omelets seemed easiest." He nodded to the non-Reno person. "Hey."

Tseng wasn't telling him he was cooking wrong, so he automatically liked him better than the other visitor so far.

[turk_mailman]

"Good morning," Tseng replied, giving Miguel a brisk, businesslike nod. "Apologies, I don't intend to be in the way for lo--Reno."

Reno paused with a piece of cheese halfway to his mouth.

Tseng just raised an eyebrow at him.

Reno ate it anyway.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel mimed a hit at Reno with his spatula. "Those are for cooking, asshole." He opened the oven where several omelets were already keeping warm and slid two onto plates, then held them out pointedly.

[raspberryturk]

"Surprise food inspection," Reno announced, even as he reached for his plate with a grin. "Thanks, yo."

"Thank you," Tseng said, a little more gravely than that. "Your hospitality is appreciated."

Reno rolled his eyes. Tseng.

[what_the_shock]

"You're welcome," Miguel said, giving Reno a pointed look. "Coffee?" he asked Tseng. Reno, you could get your own.

[turk_mailman]

Tseng smiled faintly.

"Please."

"He likes tea better," Reno supplied, already sauntering over to the coffee pot.

"Coffee's fine."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel hesitated, but shrugged and took the guy at his word. "Coffee it is." He took a mug down and grabbed the pot before Reno could, pouring the cup before handing it back to Reno with a smirk.

"Coffee." He set it down on the table at a place with fork and knife. Sugar and creamer containers were in the middle.

[raspberryturk]

"Coffee." Reno stuck his tongue out at Miguel, poured his own cup, and then made his way over to the table, too. "Guess we're eatin' before we talk shop, yo. I can live with that, too."

Reno. You were the reason you'd both detoured to check out the food in the first place.

[what_the_shock]

"Shop?" Miguel asked, interested.

[turk_mailman]

Tseng was giving Reno such a look for that one.

Reno shrugged.

"Ain't nobody gives a shit here, yo," he muttered.

Tseng sighed, reached up a hand, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He still hated this island. Good to know.

"Some dabbling in matters we previously believed were closed," he said, simply.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel held up his hands. "Personal business, I won't ask. Reno knows a bit of what I can do; you need me, let me know."

[raspberryturk]

Reno gave Miguel a thumbs-up as he slid into his seat at the table, and set down his coffee.

"Will do, yo. I got some recon to do first, ain't that always the way? But once I get an idea of what the situation actually is, hell, we might need to call in the cavalry, never know."

It had been a long, long time since he'd had anything to do with a Fandom-style cavalry call.

[what_the_shock]

"Just so long as I'm not actually riding a horse," Miguel quipped.

[raspberryturk]

"Nah, no horses," Reno promised. "It'll be chocobos, yo."

Wark.

[what_the_shock]

"Chocobos?" Miguel asked.

[turk_mailman]

"Birds," Tseng supplied, before Reno could open a mouth full of omelet to answer. "Large birds. Our world doesn't have horses. Chocobo are strong and easily tamed."

[what_the_shock]

"...maybe I'll run," Miguel said.

[raspberryturk]

Reno... just laughed.

Sorry, Miguel. If you couldn't handle a chocobo, you needed to be laughed at. It was the law.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel gave him a dubious look. "I've never ridden anything in my life; I don't think you want me starting now."

[turk_mailman]

Even Tseng managed to muster of a vaguely amused look at that.

"They're not terribly difficult to ride. So long as there are other chocobo around, they tend to flock along with one another. You'd mostly just have to not fall off."

Which, in fairness, could possibly happen.

[what_the_shock]

"That I can do," Miguel said.

He hoped.

Since his method of hanging on included razor-sharp talons, it was anybody's guess.

[raspberryturk]

Please do not cut the chocobo, Miguel.

"If Tseng here can do it, anyone can, yo," Reno replied easily. "Guess we might find out someday, anyway. Ain't like I got a chocobo just runnin' around the island for you to test-ride."

[what_the_shock]

Well, not intentionally!

"I'll take your word for it for now, then."