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[notyourutopian]

Eleanor Lamb

Hello you've reached Eleanor Lamb's voicemail. I'd explain what's next but I can't imagine you don't know what to do at the beep.

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[burningblossoms]

[Still very upset, shaking a little, Yukiko allows herself to be led away from the awful, awful stew. It's really strange how she failed to notice that when she was cooking, but...here it is.]

...I haven't messed up an egg since I was seven.

[Sullenly, she looks back at the sink, swallowing hard, her throat tight and her eyes burning.]

...and what if it's like Anya? She lost the ability to speak English overnight, and now all she really speaks is Russian and very broken Japanese. It's not out of the question.

[Should she just give up on cooking? Probably. At least, that's her logic.]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor had thought of that too, but she had hoped Yukiko wouldn't remember. Well damn.]

It's not. You're not Anya. You aren't going to magically forget how to cook.

[Still leading her further from the smell, out into the living room.]

Besides, the soup was actually pretty tasty, right? It was just the...other bits...that weren't. And you said that was a new recipe right?

[burningblossoms]

The dumplings were awful...

[She admits that much. But it's hard to screw up broth with vegetables...]

The ones in the pot definitely broke apart and ruined the soup...

[notyourutopian]

Yes, but that's still the dumpling's fault...

[Oh this was not going how she wanted at all.]

Come on, sit down.

[She ushered Yukiko to the couch, sinking down onto it next to her.]</small How about this? If it turns out you've somehow completely forgotten how to cook...and I don't believe that at all, but...if you have. We'll learn it together? I mean, you know me, I can't cook much of anything. But we could...I don't know...take a class or something.

[burningblossoms]

...I...really don't want to relearn how to cook.

[She really doesn't. But damn that may be the only choice.]

This sucks. But yeah, you're right I guess.

[She makes another swipe at her eyes with the back of her hand, washing away more tears.]

...and now I'm just hungry.

[notyourutopian]

Well you aren't going to have to, so don't worry about it.

[Eleanor could be optimistic, it seemed. As long as it involved people that weren't her. Oops?]

Well, at least that's one problem I can fix. [She grinned, giving Yukiko's shoulder another squeeze before she stood up and headed over to where she'd put her purse down to fish out her phone.]

Pizza work?

[burningblossoms]

Pizza's fine.

[It's definitely going to be a thing they get more often. Not that it's a bad thing. Just...yeah...]

[notyourutopian]

[And ring ring, pizza is ordered, and then Eleanor is dropping back onto the couch next to Yukiko.]

There. Dinner is saved. Kind of.

[She was aiming for somewhere between reassuring and silly.]