maskormenacelogs | a friend in need's a friend indeed

[ Mostly when Elliot disappears he comes back and doesn't know where he's been, so. It's kind of cool to come back to someone else, though. When he had roommates he mostly retreated to his room and didn't talk to them, but Sarissa doesn't make him anxious like that, so he just wanders into the kitchen with Sudo's bowl and gets the can out of the fridge. The house smells like baking. It's nice.

He glances over at the little cheesecakes, and the corner of his mouth curls up. ]

Sure.

[ He doesn't sound like that is going to be a hardship. ]

Okay. Thanks.

( They're square cheesecakes, cut up like slices for inconspicuous taste testing and easy storage in tupperware for the freezer, because she doesn't really know that leaving Cosima with vast quantities of marijuana cake to consume when Clara can't have any and Bri definitely can't have any is wise. )

Um, I think she wanted... chocolate and peanut butter. So that's what that is, but I made a chocolate and raspberry one, too. And I'm making a uh, a mint one? In case those ones don't work. And mint seems... festive, or something.

( She seems calmer than before, but still faintly frazzled. ) I haven't really cooked with pot before, so, uh. Tread with caution?

[ Elliot blinks at that last bit, like, okay she is offering him a variety of edibles. And then he retroactively wrinkles his nose. ]

Choc-mint mary jane?

[ Gross. He isn't even against peppermint particularly. But he will at least pick up the peanut butter one because that sounds the least horrific. Sit up on the counter and break off pieces with his fingers to pop in his mouth. ]

You use weed butter?

[ He asks interestedly, since the texture feels smooth and cheesecakes. ]

Really? Sounds that bad?

( She looks slightly crestfallen, but not in a oh no I will never be happy again way, more just a crap, I need to brainstorm more way. ) This isn't really my area of expertise. If you have flavour suggestions, mate, I'm open to it.

( Sarissa is halfway to turning away and retrieving more cheese and Supplies from the fridge, when she turns back to Elliot. ) Butter, yeah. Bit in the crust, and a bit into the filling. I have another batch in the works with a different ratio, but, I want to get the balance and stuff right. Flavour, texture, all important, really hard to judge when you can't taste test.

( :c her life is hard )

I mean, I'll try it, but...

[ shrug. ]

I think vanilla might be nice.

[ Anyway he's just going to get a glass of water too so the flavors won't all mix together, like a true gourmet.

The peanut butter was first; he expected to like that the most but instead his mouth twists, nose wrinkling slightly. ]

Okay, I'm not into that. It tastes really... earthy.

[ Like dirt! He swirls some water through his mouth and tries the raspberry one. ]

Oh, hey, this is way better. The acidity cuts it a bit. Could probably do with being sweeter? Maybe? Crust is nice... I guess. I don't know much about that.

Vanilla. Vanilla, vanilla— ( Murmured to herself a few times over, before she sets her hand on some. ) Great. Maybe the sweetness of the vanilla and the um— sharpness, yeah? Counterbalance and crap.

( She is just going to quietly make notes and pop a post-it note reminder for herself of the feedback onto the tupperware container with the rest of the cheesecake in question in there. ) Might get Tiger to try some of these anyway. ( With a brief grin, Sarissa looks towards Elliot. ) Panel of judges, to make the ultimate weed-cake.

( A beat, and she huffs out a laugh. ) I feel like I should get you a novelty gourmet bib, or something.

[ Elliot keeps nibbling as she takes notes. The idea of a bib makes him grin, which is rare enough on Elliot that it's the equivalent of an actual L O L. ]

You can design one. I feel like you're probably good at dumb merchandise puns.

[ It's hard to say if that's a compliment or not.

Anyway, he's left the mint until last, but when he tries it he makes a surprised noise. ]

Okay, I was wrong,

[ He admits with a mouthful of chocmint cheesecake. ]

Hey. I'll have you know I'm great at dumb merchandise puns.

( And then, a slightly dramatised pause, as if only now she has realised that she corrected the wrong part of that sentence. Quelle horreur! Her mouth tugs into a grin, bolstered with a dash of self-aware amusement, and she leans over to inspect the mint chocolate. Earning an Elliot grin makes her feel good. She has accomplished something on this day. )

You know, I might settle for just putting "I was wrong" on your bib, to immortalise this moment. ( But she is jotting down a note on a post it, and putting that near the mint plate. )

So raspberry yes, mint yes... Y'know, I dunno if it's as much of a thing everywhere else, but there's these lollies in Australia that are "pineapple," ( with airquotes, yes ) dipped in chocolate. They're appetisingly called pineapple lumps, of all things. Anyways, seems like it'd fit with the fresh, sharp thing contrasting the chocolate trend, but I am not so sure that pineapple and chocolate would a good cheesecake make.

( she makes a face. The face is essentially #yikes. )

Pineapple and cream cheese is really great though,

[ Elliot points out, even if he's not totally certain about Pineapple Lumps. ]

Make a no-bake one.

[ Pineapple and cream cheese and chocolate and weed. Sounds both disgusting and amazing at the same time. ]

It's worth trying out, at least. Once you eat enough edibles everything tastes great anyway.

[ He absolutely still gets the munchies even when he's just eating the weed in the first place. ]

Maybe even weird Australian food.

Can't say I've ever tried it.

( It just raises so many questions. Does the acidity of the pineapple not make the cream cheese curdle, or do you just spread it on there? Are they blended together? Okay, maybe only the two questions, and she considers for a moment. )

Reckon it'd be okay to use canned pineapple? ( Because, I mean, she's writing the idea down. Apparently her own pickiness with regards to food is less strict when it comes to potentially hideous dessert experimentation.

And, still looking down at her piece of paper, she points to Elliot. ) Watch out, I reckon I could make a great vegemite and chocolate cheesecake. Just watch me.

Yeah, see, you only think that because your tastebuds are genetically wired to enjoy gross shit.

[ KANYESHRUG. He's not eating vegemite cheesecake. ]

Oi, yeah but nah. Salt and chocolate is a classic combo. ( And, she looks up, Appropriately Dramatically Haughty. ) And this, when your country invented Cheeze Whiz. That's a food for the self-loathing and broken hearted, I swear.

[ HOLD THE FRONT DOOR. ]

You don't have cheese whiz in Australia?

( The mental equivalent of really screechy train brakes. Sparks flying. Sad scraping noise. )

Pretty sure. We got some fucking nasty version of vegemite with cheese in it, but.

Cheese in the vegemite?

I've changed my mind, man. I don't know if I want to let you cook for me anymore, not when I'm in danger from your Australian tastebuds.

That's too bad, mate, because there's some meatballs resting in the fridge, and they are gonna blow your mind. They got cheese, too, but it's feta.

( She tilts her head, and shoots him a grin, even if it just lasts a second. ) It's bloody terrible though. Had a spoonful once because I thought it was the regular stuff. Almost as bad as bloody Promite, which far as I figure is like some nasty ripoff that people get— well, I guess it's the Australian emotional equivalent of cheeze whiz.

Here I thought the shitty version of vegemite was vegemite.

[ He isn't arguing very seriously though. Seriously how are their IRL conversations exactly the same as their stupid banter online? Just endless arguments neither of them are invested in winning. ]

Oi. Eat your cheesecake. I need a rating out of ten for each of these.

( She goes to the fridge, and pulls out a can of guinness, holding it up, an eyebrow raised at Elliot in a silent question of whether he'd like one. And, with a quick glance to the can, she smiles a little. ) Chocolate and guinness, heaps better than vegemite.

[ He's judging her a little for beer in a can, but also... Elliot has basically never said no to a mind altering substance and he isn't about to start, so he nods and accepts the drink, cracks it open with mild distaste. ]

Beer and edibles, pretty good if you can find the crossfade.

[ He agrees, which makes it obvious he maybe isn't in this for the taste of the foods. Still, he's a lot nicer when he's stoned, friendly to the point of almost normalcy, and he can feel the buzz starting to manifest in a low hum beneath the skin, behind his eye sockets. ]

Choc-mint is the winner. You might have to take it away from me.

[ Because the more stoned he is the better food tastes and the more stoned he's gonna get eating it. ]

( Sir, please, the cans were cheaper. Have mercy. )

And the crossfade will be found. Diligence, determination, some shit like that.

( Or by googling recipes, maybe that. Let other people's diligence etc have paid off. And Sarissa smiles - not a grin, but a bit more real than some of her more ridiculous smiles. )

Do you want me to take it away, or are you bein' polite? 'Cause I don't mind if you demolish this. I can make Tiger a new one.

a friend in need's a friend indeed

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soRRY FOR MY SLOW BROSKI i did the thing of thinking of a reply, and forgetting to write it up :'|

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