[-c-] Assist Minoriko. It
is your house, and you don't know how familiar she'd be with the kitchen.
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Best to check up on the one who currently has the greatest chance of burning your house down. As backwards as these two seem to be, even by your standards, you worry at the thought of whether they know how to work the range on a stove. "Don't want them building a fire on top of it either, although I suppose they cannot be
that crude?"
Turning into the kitchen, you are
slightly amused at the sight before you. Having tossed the bags on a nearby counter, Minoriko is now staring curiously at the microwave oven, trying to discern its purpose just by staring at it. After a few seconds of her pushing random buttons and causing it to beep, you clear your throat. "That's a microwave right there. Never seen one of those before, have you?"
The girl nearly jumps in place before turning to face you. "Oh, you again. What in the world is wrong with this kitchen? How do you even have the space to prepare food, much less anything else? Not to mention these odd cabinets?" Pulling on the door of the microwave, she looks inside before taking out a plate. "This seems much too complicated of a device to store a singular plate."
You can't help but to chuckle a bit as you pluck the plate from her grasp and set it back down inside. "That is because it is not for storage. It's designed to heat food. Or rather, to
reheat food."
"?I suppose that might be useful, depending on whether or not that there are plenty of leftovers to consume." Poking it once more, she slams shut the door to yet another beep. "After all, it is quite difficult to reliably reheat food and have it be warm throughout with but a fire."
Oddly confused by the girl's somewhat agreeable tone, you can't help but shrug in response. "It's hardly perfect. And some food doesn't reheat well. Something supposed to be crisp often ends up quite limp. Not that I care too much; food is food."
"Incorrect!" Shoving a finger at your face, her red eyes burn brightly. "It all depends on the quality of goods, how it is prepared, what type of material you use to fuel the fire, the
metal of the
pot?" For a moment she appears willing to continue on her rant, but she manages to calm herself down. "Not that I can call myself an expert at cooking. However, with years of experience?" Shaking her head, she looks about the kitchen. "So, where is the stove?"
"Right behind you." At least she didn't assume that the dishwasher was the stove itself. The woman turns about and curiously begins to examine the stove, apparently not recognizing it at all.
"Very curious? Definitely something that Kawashiro and her kin?" You try and listen closer to her words to get some hint of what she is speaking of, but she spends the rest of her brief examination in silence. Not too long passes until she is done. "Very well, stranger. Where do you keep your wood, so that I may fire this up?"
It takes you for a few moments to realize what she speaks of. "Minoriko, this stove does not use wood."
"Charcoal, then? Interesting choice. Should burn better than wood, at least." Pushing you to the side, and slamming you into the counter with exceptional strength in the process, she makes her way to the pantry and opens it up, looking within. "?None in here. Just a bunch of tin cans?" Taking a few out at random and examining them, she nods approval before sticking them back inside. "Well? I will require fuel if I am to cook anything."
Sighing, you lean up from the counter and rub your back. "?Damn. I was trying to say that it doesn't use a kind of fuel. It uses electricity." At her look, you sigh. "There are no open flames."
"Then how can you cook with it?" Rolling her eyes, she marches back over to the stove, observing it carefully. "?So, how does one work it, then? Or does this take some mechanical magic that you are only capable of?"
"Stop with the dramatics, Minoriko. It's easier than you make it out to be." Reaching over her and turning the dial, you explain. "Turn the dial for the burner you want. The higher the number, the hotter it is." Leaving it on, you point at the stove. "It's the same for there. Turn it to the temperature you want it to be at and wait for it to heat up."
"But how does that make it
hotter?" You almost answer, before she waves you off. "Bah. It must be like something that those new g-
people brought in. Trying to change our entire home and revolutionize it? Always stirring up all sorts of trouble." Heaving her shoulders, she mutters under her breath too quietly for you to hear.
Whatever is bothering her is cast aside in a few seconds before she fixes you with a glare. "Anything else that I need to know of them? Such information would have been pertinent beforehand."
Rolling your eyes, you point at the fridge. "That is where cold stuff is kept. I hope that you are at least familiar with the principle of an icebox?"
"Indeed I am. However, I imagine that you're about to tell me that you do not use ice to keep stuff cold as well." You take a moment to stare at her at the rather blunt statement. "I may not be very knowledgeable about all this, but I am hardly stupid. If you do not use a fuel to warm things up, why would you use something similar to keep things cool?"
"Not all bluster, then?" You clear your throat in order to speak at full volume. "But yes, that's the general idea. The only other thing that you need to be aware of besides that is that the toaster oven is used in a similar fashion, but on a smaller and less thorough scale." Pointing at it, you wait for her to nod. "Oh, and the sink is behind me."
At that, the girl idly nods before opening the refrigerator. "?Letty would like this, I do believe." Not even shivering at the chill, she begins to dig through the stuff inside. "?Such an odd language; rules are so different?"
Again, the questions come to your mind about where they are from. With every other word that you hear, you garner yet more questions instead of answers. Stepping forward, you ask, "Minoriko, what do you?"
"Out." Blinking idly, you try to speak over her, but her sharp words cut your own to pieces. "I need my space if I am to cook. Especially as I know not how anything might turn out, since this kitchen is hardly well stocked by my standards. If I wish to prepare something acceptable, I want to ensure that it meets my standards. So out."
Clearing your throat, you try to put your foot down. "I don't know who do you think you are, but this is my home. So if I want to?"
"And if I am cooking, this is my kitchen. So out!" Brandishing one of the pieces of corn, she pokes you in the chest. "A deal is a deal, yes? You will leave me alone so that I may fulfill my end of the bargain."
At risk of being speared by a yellow grain, you finally relent. "Fine? But if there is any trouble, I am going to have to have words with you." Any glare that you send her way is ignored, though, as Minoriko has begun to rifle through the cabinetry once more.
Shaking your head in derision, you just leave the proud woman to her work. "No arguing with her?" At least she is too busy to bother retorting once you turn back into the living room. That, or she is simply hard of hearing.
Heading to your bedroom, you close and lock the door before grabbing a change of clothes. You might have to head back to work in a few hours, but at the very least you can bother to take a quick shower and rinse off. Now that you're not being bothered by either of the girls, you can tell that you smell quite noticeably. "?They didn't seem to notice. For that matter, when was the last time they bathed?"
It's no matter to you. If they want one, they can ask or figure it out on their own. Grabbing some clothes from your drawer, you head in to take a shower. "They certainly
look like they are clean. So many questions?"
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The hours pass quickly, and you find yourself staring at the clock. Having settled for making a sandwich in the quick thirty seconds that Minoriko allowed you inside, you made best use of the hours you did have.
Now, though, the hands approach five thirty in the afternoon. Shutting the book and removing a pair of reading glasses, you hurry both away to a small bookshelf in your room before taking another good look at the clock. "?Don't have much time left. Should I bother to trust those two here?"
Granted, neither has left either the kitchen or the small cubby you call a porch, but that could just mean that they are well disciplined and patient. Not that either of them seem to have the temperament of thieves. Again, though, you can't be sure?
[ ] Go in anyways. There will be a time when you cannot keep tabs on them sooner or later.
[ ] Go in, but come back as quickly as possible. If they do something, you can catch them in the act.
[ ] Take them with you. Even if it's
technically trespassing?
[ ] Call in and ask off for the night. Though, you do need the overtime.
[ ] Just don't bother going in. The weekend crew can deal with the real messes for once.
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>>48022 That one was, yes. I just would point out that thinking with the wrong head might lead to trouble. Most of it will come later, though. Rule of thumb is never to assume.
There is a route, so don't take me wrong there. I just have to remember that this isn't /forest/.