Log: Sam & Emily - Breakfast of Champions
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xp_logsBackdated to the morning of Friday 20th September 2024, around 6:30am
Emily meets Sam Guthrie, and they discuss food and family
Emily ate contemplatively as she sat at the kitchen counter and stared into space. It was early morning enough that she was still not fully awake but not so early that it was still dark outside.
Living on a farm forced you into being a morning person but she’d been taking advantage of the mansion to wake at a more natural hour.
While she could have eaten in her suite, she’d been feeling lonely since moving here. She missed the chaos that was a farm in the morning where everyone tried to get enough food in before the work started.
The main kitchen was as close as she’d been able to come to that same level of activity.
Sam entered the kitchen still sleep mussed and began pulling ingredients out of the fridge. Once he blinked the sleep from his eyes he turned to look at the girl eating what looked like soggy cereal at the counter.
"You got any dietary restrictions?" He asked, leaning over to look at her more fully. "You want a breakfast that's actually gonna fill you up and get you ready for the day? I'm happy to fix two portions."
Emily smiled as she looked over the newcomer. Too old for her by far but still cute. He reminded her of her Aunties, they hated seeing her eat sugary cereal in the morning as well. Something about Breakfast being too important to waste on sugar bombs.
“No allergies, but you don’t have to if you’d rather not. I’m mostly just being lazy 'cause I usually cook for a mob of hungry farmers, so it’s a bit hard to narrow portions.”
"I like cookin' and it's hardly more work to cook fer two than fer one. Trust me, I was just back at home on the farm and cookin' for almost twenty every mornin'- two is hardly work even with a teenager's appetite." Sam replied easily, Jay had used to fuss at him about making breakfast in the same way, he was used to ignoring the complaints. "You got any favorites? I was thinkin' hoecakes, bacon, and eggs but I'm flexible if yer cravin' somethin' specific.”
Jay, she’d met a Jay. Was this man his brother? Or possibly a cousin? Jay had been nice enough, and anyone offering to cook for you couldn’t be a bad person.
“What’s a hoecake? And um, bacon and eggs sounds great. I’m Emily, just to get that out of the way too.”
Meeting new people was always a little awkward if you didn’t get in with your name right away. There just wasn’t a great number of random places you could drop that into a conversation once you got past the initial small talk.
"Sam." He replied easily. "An' a hoecake is a pancake that's made outta cornmeal. Real good with butter and honey. My Daddy used to make 'em special fer my birthday."
“Oh, but it’s not my birthday,” Emily noted, touched that he’d felt the need to cook a stranger something special. “But I’d love to try them anyway.”
"Don't gotta be yer birthday to enjoy somethin' fillin' that tastes good." Sam pointed out with a small smile, making sure he had all the ingredients and equipment he'd need as he started cooking. "'Sides, it ain't my birthday neither."
“I guess that’s true,” Emily mused as she watched him move about. She could tell he’d had some experience in the kitchen which was always nice to see from a bloke. You could usually tell how toxic or not a guy would be from his behaviour more than anything that came out of his mouth. “Have you lived here long?”
"Since last fall. Lived a while in DX before that, and then was a the Muir Island facility in Scotland for a few years afore that." Sam carefully put the bacon down on the hot plate and then went back to whisking the hoecake batter, he squinted a bit and stuck out his tongue before adding a bit more sugar than he usually did- she was only a kid, she probably liked them how he made them for Cissie and Lewis rather than himself. "Yer pretty new right? And Australian...so.....Alani brought you in, right? I think she mentioned bringin' in an Emily."
“That’s right,” Emily beamed at him and took a sip of the apple and blackberry juice she’d found in the fridge. It hadn’t had a name on it, so she hoped it was community property. “She’s super nice, but I haven’t had a chance to check out the chickens yet. Madin was there too, although they’re a little more intense. They mean well, though. I think they had a really rough time, though. Mum and Dad got me out before they could do anything to me.”
"Yeah, Madin ain't bad, just a bit prickly," Sam replied easily, visibly more relaxed now that he was engaged in something that he clearly liked doing. "Alani's one of my best friends. I'm also one a the Gen X mentors so if you need anythin' just let me know, yeah? I do a bit with the greenhouse and the chickens too, I'm a bit outta practice since I left the farm when I was nineteen, you never really forget how it goes, y'know?"
“I’ll make sure to ask,” Emily said with a smile edging its way toward comfort. “What did you do after you left?”
Probably Uni, she supposed. It’s what most people did around that age. It was what she would’ve been doing if it wasn’t for the whole lighting herself on fire randomly thing.
"Oh....I'd graduated school at sixteen so I could get a job to support my family while Daddy was dyin'...so I'd been workin' full-time fer three years at that point. I'd mislaid some explosives at work when I manifested, and then kinda got whisked away to Scotland once my shoulder healed up from the burn." Sam coughed awkwardly, whisking the batter faster. "I didn't...do a whole lot up there. Tended bar some, but mostly jus' worked on controllin' my powers- came back to the states, tended bar in the city. Nothin' excitin'."
Emily’s eyes widened at the seemingly nonchalant way Sam spoke of not just his father passing but the fact he’d had to quit school to get a job. For all that this place was a culture shock, she still has all her family intact.
“Was it hard to learn control?”
"At first." Sam said, thinking of the issues he'd had with 'blasting off' whenever he lost his temper....which was often. "It gets easier. An' it's different for everyone. Everyone's got their own thing that affects how their powers work and we all gotta figure out what makes 'em tick and how to control it."
“I’m learning Enochian,” Emily shared, patting the book bag that currently sat at her feet. She’d have thought magic would be all Latin and Aramaic, and she’d certainly seen texts in Amanda’s teaching room that seemed to match that but apparently, a bunch of occult types really enjoyed writing in Enochian. Something about sticking it to the Catholic Church, she supposed. “It’s um, not bad. Mostly a lot of repetition and um, making sure I’m saying words right.”
Sam nodded, eyes wide as he started pouring the batter onto the skillet to cook. "I- don't know what that is. Possible my brother might- Jay hangs around with the magic excal folks more'n I do. Wanna tell me 'bout it?"
Emily meets Sam Guthrie, and they discuss food and family
Emily ate contemplatively as she sat at the kitchen counter and stared into space. It was early morning enough that she was still not fully awake but not so early that it was still dark outside.
Living on a farm forced you into being a morning person but she’d been taking advantage of the mansion to wake at a more natural hour.
While she could have eaten in her suite, she’d been feeling lonely since moving here. She missed the chaos that was a farm in the morning where everyone tried to get enough food in before the work started.
The main kitchen was as close as she’d been able to come to that same level of activity.
Sam entered the kitchen still sleep mussed and began pulling ingredients out of the fridge. Once he blinked the sleep from his eyes he turned to look at the girl eating what looked like soggy cereal at the counter.
"You got any dietary restrictions?" He asked, leaning over to look at her more fully. "You want a breakfast that's actually gonna fill you up and get you ready for the day? I'm happy to fix two portions."
Emily smiled as she looked over the newcomer. Too old for her by far but still cute. He reminded her of her Aunties, they hated seeing her eat sugary cereal in the morning as well. Something about Breakfast being too important to waste on sugar bombs.
“No allergies, but you don’t have to if you’d rather not. I’m mostly just being lazy 'cause I usually cook for a mob of hungry farmers, so it’s a bit hard to narrow portions.”
"I like cookin' and it's hardly more work to cook fer two than fer one. Trust me, I was just back at home on the farm and cookin' for almost twenty every mornin'- two is hardly work even with a teenager's appetite." Sam replied easily, Jay had used to fuss at him about making breakfast in the same way, he was used to ignoring the complaints. "You got any favorites? I was thinkin' hoecakes, bacon, and eggs but I'm flexible if yer cravin' somethin' specific.”
Jay, she’d met a Jay. Was this man his brother? Or possibly a cousin? Jay had been nice enough, and anyone offering to cook for you couldn’t be a bad person.
“What’s a hoecake? And um, bacon and eggs sounds great. I’m Emily, just to get that out of the way too.”
Meeting new people was always a little awkward if you didn’t get in with your name right away. There just wasn’t a great number of random places you could drop that into a conversation once you got past the initial small talk.
"Sam." He replied easily. "An' a hoecake is a pancake that's made outta cornmeal. Real good with butter and honey. My Daddy used to make 'em special fer my birthday."
“Oh, but it’s not my birthday,” Emily noted, touched that he’d felt the need to cook a stranger something special. “But I’d love to try them anyway.”
"Don't gotta be yer birthday to enjoy somethin' fillin' that tastes good." Sam pointed out with a small smile, making sure he had all the ingredients and equipment he'd need as he started cooking. "'Sides, it ain't my birthday neither."
“I guess that’s true,” Emily mused as she watched him move about. She could tell he’d had some experience in the kitchen which was always nice to see from a bloke. You could usually tell how toxic or not a guy would be from his behaviour more than anything that came out of his mouth. “Have you lived here long?”
"Since last fall. Lived a while in DX before that, and then was a the Muir Island facility in Scotland for a few years afore that." Sam carefully put the bacon down on the hot plate and then went back to whisking the hoecake batter, he squinted a bit and stuck out his tongue before adding a bit more sugar than he usually did- she was only a kid, she probably liked them how he made them for Cissie and Lewis rather than himself. "Yer pretty new right? And Australian...so.....Alani brought you in, right? I think she mentioned bringin' in an Emily."
“That’s right,” Emily beamed at him and took a sip of the apple and blackberry juice she’d found in the fridge. It hadn’t had a name on it, so she hoped it was community property. “She’s super nice, but I haven’t had a chance to check out the chickens yet. Madin was there too, although they’re a little more intense. They mean well, though. I think they had a really rough time, though. Mum and Dad got me out before they could do anything to me.”
"Yeah, Madin ain't bad, just a bit prickly," Sam replied easily, visibly more relaxed now that he was engaged in something that he clearly liked doing. "Alani's one of my best friends. I'm also one a the Gen X mentors so if you need anythin' just let me know, yeah? I do a bit with the greenhouse and the chickens too, I'm a bit outta practice since I left the farm when I was nineteen, you never really forget how it goes, y'know?"
“I’ll make sure to ask,” Emily said with a smile edging its way toward comfort. “What did you do after you left?”
Probably Uni, she supposed. It’s what most people did around that age. It was what she would’ve been doing if it wasn’t for the whole lighting herself on fire randomly thing.
"Oh....I'd graduated school at sixteen so I could get a job to support my family while Daddy was dyin'...so I'd been workin' full-time fer three years at that point. I'd mislaid some explosives at work when I manifested, and then kinda got whisked away to Scotland once my shoulder healed up from the burn." Sam coughed awkwardly, whisking the batter faster. "I didn't...do a whole lot up there. Tended bar some, but mostly jus' worked on controllin' my powers- came back to the states, tended bar in the city. Nothin' excitin'."
Emily’s eyes widened at the seemingly nonchalant way Sam spoke of not just his father passing but the fact he’d had to quit school to get a job. For all that this place was a culture shock, she still has all her family intact.
“Was it hard to learn control?”
"At first." Sam said, thinking of the issues he'd had with 'blasting off' whenever he lost his temper....which was often. "It gets easier. An' it's different for everyone. Everyone's got their own thing that affects how their powers work and we all gotta figure out what makes 'em tick and how to control it."
“I’m learning Enochian,” Emily shared, patting the book bag that currently sat at her feet. She’d have thought magic would be all Latin and Aramaic, and she’d certainly seen texts in Amanda’s teaching room that seemed to match that but apparently, a bunch of occult types really enjoyed writing in Enochian. Something about sticking it to the Catholic Church, she supposed. “It’s um, not bad. Mostly a lot of repetition and um, making sure I’m saying words right.”
Sam nodded, eyes wide as he started pouring the batter onto the skillet to cook. "I- don't know what that is. Possible my brother might- Jay hangs around with the magic excal folks more'n I do. Wanna tell me 'bout it?"
