[Oh lord, it's the blind leading the blind here... Who let either one of them free without a babysitter?? They're going to get back to cook everything and the first babysitter to lay eyes on their bucket is going to be like what the heck.]
...Well, that's fine! We'll just figure it out as we go. Sample while we cook! And if something doesn't taste good, we can just use it as compost or whatever.
[Compost with dead sea animals and seaweed... Someone hasn't thought this through.]
[ONCE YOU ITALICIZE EVERYTHING IS FINE, YOU KNOW IT'S NOT FINE.]
Good plan.
[Not a good plan but it's the plan he's going with. OFF HE GOES to collect more sealife... Insert montage here of chasing down crabs and digging up clams and grabbing clumps of seaweed and then screaming because it feels awful.
Eventually, the bucket is just full of Junk. Just Junk. But damn, does he look proud...]
well, he doesn't know better. which is absolutely the problem, because even if it seems kind of off to him, all he can do is look at the bucket with his head tilted to one side.]
[STAHN PLEASE DON'T BE THIS BAD AT MAKING HOTPOT.]
Let's head back, then! As much as I'd love sticking around out here a little more, these little guys will probably fry up in the bucket before we can even get around to cooking 'em if we leave them out here for long.
[Appetizing...
He'll gather up their little bucket of treasures after that, in any case, looking so proud. GOOD WORK, TEAM. You did it.]
Yeah, a hot pot with only veggies and seaweed or whatever wouldn't be any good.
[As if one with tiny crabs and little shallows minnows and shit will be any better?! High aspirations for the taste of this dish happening here, apparently.
...
Actually, that brings something else to mind. Something that's probably important.]
...How do you even prepare crabs? Or fish this tiny?
Honestly, that's a great idea and now he's feeling silly for not thinking of it first. Good thing he's not one of the less mature swords in the flock or his stupid ass would probably be over here insisting they do it on their own out of spite.]
[he pauses, very eriously thoughtful for a moment.]
Do you know anyone that's really good at cooking? [he's pretty sure he knows people he could ask, but it may not be that easy to get in touch with them right now.]
[THIS IS WHY THEY CAN'T BE TRUSTED WITH LITERALLY ANYTHING. Kashuu picks up the bucket anyway though and just starts trotting off to the left, nodding in the direction of a strip of beachside eateries.]
[TRULY and yet no one intelligent is here to stop these fools, so away he goes, waltzing into the first shop with his bucket full of tiny seafood like this is totally normal.]
To the back!
[The kitchen door, that is... At least Kashuu has the common sense(??????) to stop here before barging in.]
[As if planning on barging into a kitchen to ask for help cooking sad fish is less rude. HELP THEM...]
Right, right. Okay!
[AND A KNOCK-KNOCKIN HE GOES...
...
......]
...I'm not sure anyone's in there?
[Or, more accurately, they probably just don't hear the knocking over the bustle of the kitchen. Some of the nearby patrons of the restaurant hear though, and they're definitely side-eying.]
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...Well, that's fine! We'll just figure it out as we go. Sample while we cook! And if something doesn't taste good, we can just use it as compost or whatever.
[Compost with dead sea animals and seaweed... Someone hasn't thought this through.]
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it's all fine, they're fine. everything is fine.]
Mm, I guess we can do that too! We can't know unless we try anyway, so I guess we should just try everything!
[because that is totally how it works.]
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Good plan.
[Not a good plan but it's the plan he's going with. OFF HE GOES to collect more sealife... Insert montage here of chasing down crabs and digging up clams and grabbing clumps of seaweed and then screaming because it feels awful.
Eventually, the bucket is just full of Junk. Just Junk. But damn, does he look proud...]
How's this?
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well, he doesn't know better. which is absolutely the problem, because even if it seems kind of off to him, all he can do is look at the bucket with his head tilted to one side.]
I think it's probably okay...?
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Good, good! If it's not enough, we can just add extra eggs and vegetables or whatever.
[Is this going to be a seafood hotpot or a vegetable hotpot with a few sad clams and tiny crabs...]
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stahn's not complaining.]
That sounds good to me! You sound like you really know how to make a good hotpot, Kashuu!
[or maybe stahn just sucks at it that much? who knows, who knows.]
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Let's head back, then! As much as I'd love sticking around out here a little more, these little guys will probably fry up in the bucket before we can even get around to cooking 'em if we leave them out here for long.
[Appetizing...
He'll gather up their little bucket of treasures after that, in any case, looking so proud. GOOD WORK, TEAM. You did it.]
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[even stahn isn't that dumb, he knows that seafood does not last sitting around like that, especially on a hot beach day.
congrats stahn, sometimes you get this much right.]
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[As if one with tiny crabs and little shallows minnows and shit will be any better?! High aspirations for the taste of this dish happening here, apparently.
...
Actually, that brings something else to mind. Something that's probably important.]
...How do you even prepare crabs? Or fish this tiny?
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[somehow, they're going to make a hot pot without actually... knowing how to prepare things.
they're doomed.
someone might die today, it seems.]
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[Someone may indeed die and it'll probably be neither of them, because idiots can't catch colds or die of food poisoning.]
Maybe since they're tiny, it won't matter...
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[someone might die of food poisoning, it could be possible when they're both this stupid.]
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...
Honestly, that's a great idea and now he's feeling silly for not thinking of it first. Good thing he's not one of the less mature swords in the flock or his stupid ass would probably be over here insisting they do it on their own out of spite.]
Who should we ask, though?
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[he pauses, very eriously thoughtful for a moment.]
Do you know anyone that's really good at cooking? [he's pretty sure he knows people he could ask, but it may not be that easy to get in touch with them right now.]
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[REASSURING, CERTAINLY. An "I think so" might be even worse than a "definitely not", honestly.]
But I don't think I can pull 'em into this on such short notice, either.
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Hm.... I wonder if we can find someone else to ask, then.
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[No?? No. Why does he think this is a good idea.]
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[stahn also thinks this is a good idea, and this is exactly why they're both moerons, honestly.]
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We can start here! Shouldn't be too hard, yeah?
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Mm, mm! One of the chefs has to know something, definitely! Let's go, Kashuu!
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To the back!
[The kitchen door, that is... At least Kashuu has the common sense(??????) to stop here before barging in.]
Should we knock first?
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right?
(no, stahn. no, they don't.)]
Probably... it would be rude if we didn't, right?
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Right, right. Okay!
[AND A KNOCK-KNOCKIN HE GOES...
...
......]
...I'm not sure anyone's in there?
[Or, more accurately, they probably just don't hear the knocking over the bustle of the kitchen. Some of the nearby patrons of the restaurant hear though, and they're definitely side-eying.]
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[look at that, he rubbed two brain cells together on this stupid day to piece that much together.
not that the idea he's coming up with is going to. actually help at all.] Maybe we should knock louder...
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Good plan! [Said Brilliant Mind #2, clearly competing for the genius crown.
He knocks louder.
...
And then a busy server comes bustling through the door with their arms loaded with trays.]
Woah—!
[LEAPING BACK but in the process, there go some of their tiny crabs, sailing out of the bucket?!]
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