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xp_logsBackdated: Jan 30th midday. Jay & Soorya make lunch. Whoa to teh vegans.
Jay stood at the counter in the lodge staring at the selections he had to make for sandwiches. After working outside all morning, flying where the helicopters couldn't because of the potential of causing another avalanche, Jay had exhausted his strength and his usefulness. Thus he was set to make lunch for everyone, which made him wish he could call his momma and ask her what she would make the rescuers. They would be famished. That much, he was sure. Mayo for starters, he set that to the side, and grabbed mustard. He was doing well for the middle parts, two slices of bread and baloney. That looked simple enough. Who didn't like Baloney?
Sooraya didn't, but only because she was wary of eating things whose ingredients were as mysterious as the strange rooms below the mansion's main floors. Shuffling across the heavily-rugged floor of the main lodge, her attention was caught by the sight of one of the students standing over the countertop with a bottle in hand. Peering closer, she saw that the student was Jay and the bottle was mustard, and next to him stood a stack of bread that was more than one person could hope to eat, even with a mutant metabolism. Curious, she walked over. "That is very much lunch," she remarked quietly.
Bread, meat, may and mustard, slapped together, set aside to be wrapped and the first sandwich was done. This was a snap, and he felt it would take him no time to make all these baloney sandwiches. It was like making a piece of art. Around the fifth sandwich, his attention span had dwindled and he eyed the bag of bread. How many did he have to make? There were a lot of people here and they'd all be very hungry. He considered shaking it up a bit by adding some turkey to the baloney but he didn't know how that'd taste. Sooraya's voice broke through his dilemma. "Huh? Oh yeah, hey, does baloney go with turkey, ya think?"
"I... don't know." Eyeing the lunchmeats dubiously, Sooraya pondered this for a moment, finally giving a small shrug. "I think they will... I cannot think of a reason why they will not. They are both meats."
"Good enough." Turkey and baloney it is then. He decided that it was enough baloney solo and that turkey was a nice addition to spice things up. "Wanna help?" he asked, mostly for selfish reasons to get it done quicker. Not that he minded volunteering, but he would have rather been volunteering with Kevin.
"Yes, I would like that." Sooraya turned up her sleeves, so that they wouldn't trail in the food, and moved over to the sink to wash her hands thoroughly, just as Lorna had stressed every time in cooking class. Thus prepared, she came to stand next to Jay, taking up a knife and the mayonnaise jar and preparing the slices of bread for the addition of meat. "It is very kind of you to make all these sandwiches."
"Huh? Oh ya, well, ya know. Heroes gotta feed heroes. We're like," he paused, thinking for a moment. "--like tha backbone o' heroes. If they don' eat, than they gonna die o' starvation. It's one less problem tha' they gotta worry 'bout right?" course, he couldn't ever think of anything else to say and bullshit seemed to fit well into this scenario. "We're tha base o' tha mountain, know wha' Ah mean?"
"We are?" Sooraya furrowed her brow - she had practice with metaphors in her English studies, of course, but she didn't quite see how feeding someone could make one a backbone. A stomach, perhaps, or a hand.
"Ya, ya know?" Jay glanced over and continued with further explanation. "Think 'bout how hungry these guys are after all that work. Snow ain't light in piles. All that shovelin' an' labor is gonna exhaust 'em. They're gonna need some fuel an' this 'ere is perfect. That way, they can eat an' go back out right away. Air supply don' last long down under snow - which by tha way, was also a great band. Know em?"
The Afghan girl thought hard for a moment, but couldn't recall ever hearing of a band called Down Under Snow before, so she shook her head with an apologetic expression and continued spreading the mayonnaise. "I am sure all the workers will be glad for the food. And the people who are being rescued. If they are found faster it will be better for everyone."
"Sure they will," Jay smirked, mostly to himself. "As long as they ain't vegans."
Jay stood at the counter in the lodge staring at the selections he had to make for sandwiches. After working outside all morning, flying where the helicopters couldn't because of the potential of causing another avalanche, Jay had exhausted his strength and his usefulness. Thus he was set to make lunch for everyone, which made him wish he could call his momma and ask her what she would make the rescuers. They would be famished. That much, he was sure. Mayo for starters, he set that to the side, and grabbed mustard. He was doing well for the middle parts, two slices of bread and baloney. That looked simple enough. Who didn't like Baloney?
Sooraya didn't, but only because she was wary of eating things whose ingredients were as mysterious as the strange rooms below the mansion's main floors. Shuffling across the heavily-rugged floor of the main lodge, her attention was caught by the sight of one of the students standing over the countertop with a bottle in hand. Peering closer, she saw that the student was Jay and the bottle was mustard, and next to him stood a stack of bread that was more than one person could hope to eat, even with a mutant metabolism. Curious, she walked over. "That is very much lunch," she remarked quietly.
Bread, meat, may and mustard, slapped together, set aside to be wrapped and the first sandwich was done. This was a snap, and he felt it would take him no time to make all these baloney sandwiches. It was like making a piece of art. Around the fifth sandwich, his attention span had dwindled and he eyed the bag of bread. How many did he have to make? There were a lot of people here and they'd all be very hungry. He considered shaking it up a bit by adding some turkey to the baloney but he didn't know how that'd taste. Sooraya's voice broke through his dilemma. "Huh? Oh yeah, hey, does baloney go with turkey, ya think?"
"I... don't know." Eyeing the lunchmeats dubiously, Sooraya pondered this for a moment, finally giving a small shrug. "I think they will... I cannot think of a reason why they will not. They are both meats."
"Good enough." Turkey and baloney it is then. He decided that it was enough baloney solo and that turkey was a nice addition to spice things up. "Wanna help?" he asked, mostly for selfish reasons to get it done quicker. Not that he minded volunteering, but he would have rather been volunteering with Kevin.
"Yes, I would like that." Sooraya turned up her sleeves, so that they wouldn't trail in the food, and moved over to the sink to wash her hands thoroughly, just as Lorna had stressed every time in cooking class. Thus prepared, she came to stand next to Jay, taking up a knife and the mayonnaise jar and preparing the slices of bread for the addition of meat. "It is very kind of you to make all these sandwiches."
"Huh? Oh ya, well, ya know. Heroes gotta feed heroes. We're like," he paused, thinking for a moment. "--like tha backbone o' heroes. If they don' eat, than they gonna die o' starvation. It's one less problem tha' they gotta worry 'bout right?" course, he couldn't ever think of anything else to say and bullshit seemed to fit well into this scenario. "We're tha base o' tha mountain, know wha' Ah mean?"
"We are?" Sooraya furrowed her brow - she had practice with metaphors in her English studies, of course, but she didn't quite see how feeding someone could make one a backbone. A stomach, perhaps, or a hand.
"Ya, ya know?" Jay glanced over and continued with further explanation. "Think 'bout how hungry these guys are after all that work. Snow ain't light in piles. All that shovelin' an' labor is gonna exhaust 'em. They're gonna need some fuel an' this 'ere is perfect. That way, they can eat an' go back out right away. Air supply don' last long down under snow - which by tha way, was also a great band. Know em?"
The Afghan girl thought hard for a moment, but couldn't recall ever hearing of a band called Down Under Snow before, so she shook her head with an apologetic expression and continued spreading the mayonnaise. "I am sure all the workers will be glad for the food. And the people who are being rescued. If they are found faster it will be better for everyone."
"Sure they will," Jay smirked, mostly to himself. "As long as they ain't vegans."
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