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Fen and his crew had gone out for another mission, not that Hodr could tell you what it was, where it was, or what they were doing. Honestly, it was lucky that he had access without a chaperon to go anywhere within the base. The kitchens at least, weren't somewhere anyone had to worry about him being. Or well, that's probably a questionable statement.

He's trying to learn to cook better so he can better pull some of his weight around the base. Especially since he's not allowed to really do much mission wise while Fen tries to figure out how to trust him enough to let him help with more.

The downside to cooking is that he can only really try when Garm is out with the twins and Fen, otherwise the man has a very vicious territorial claim on the kitchen. Though, considering all of the items around him, the piles of dishes, and even the streak of whatever it was he'd been trying to cook streaked raw across his cheek well... Maybe Garm has a point.

To be fair, he fully has plans to clean up after. So it's almost as spotless as it was when he'd started. Trying anything that comes out of his cooking though? That might be more than a little dangerous. But you'll make him smile if you at least try a nibble.

Well, it's a good thing Hades has not dropped by for the food.

In truth, what brought him around was a face to face meeting that had been arranged for the next day or two. The plan was to exchange information with his favorite band of misfits and resistance fighters and make his way back home.

So far, nothing had happened to disrupt this plan, but well, Hades don't expect it to stay that way..

Now, why is he in the doorway watching this disaster? There's no good answer for that one other than morbid fascination.

"Excuse me," he starts. "Do you need help with...?" He makes a gesture toward the entire scene before him.

You don't know that. It might be good. Maybe.

He's trying at least. Though the voice has him still and turn to glance over his shoulder at the man standing there. He's new enough, that he's still getting used to faces, but he's seen Hades around Asgard too. At Odin's parties. So there's at least a familiar face, and one that isn't generally grumping at him.

"I... maybe. I was trying to maybe help with the cooking but I'm not entirely sure it's going so well." He glances down and frowns. "Do you cook well?"

"Some people think so, though I don't claim to cater to everyone's tastes."

Stepping fully into the space, he takes off his jacket, rolls up his sleeves and really starts to asses the state of the kitchen, as well as Hodr himself.

...Eh, he's seen worse.

Walking over to the pile of dishes, he begins to quickly sort them into things that would need soaking, things that would need to be cleaned fast enough that they won't need soaking, and things that won't fit into the other two categories.

"Do you mind if I ask what it was you were trying to make?"

Once he finishes sorting, he grabs the nearest clean scrub he can find as well as a paper towel and tosses it to Hodr. There's a gesture gesture in the general area where the....Whatever it is he's gotten on his face is and an amused smile to go with it.

By the time Hel arrives for kitchen duty, the state of the kitchen is, well, worrisome. There's a boiling pot of something that looks like a rabid creature frothing in the mouth, a stack of dishes that's barely resisting the forces of gravity, and Hodr cutting something up while holding the knife the wrong way.

Sighing softly, she grabs an apron from the overhead cabinet Garm keeps them in and puts it on, then rushes in to help, dealing with the most life-threatening thing first and working her way down.

She catches Hodr's hand, the one awkwardly clutching the knife. "You're going to end up cutting yourself with that." She takes hold of the other, so she can guide his hands in demonstration. "Away, not toward you."

The moment is short-lived, however, because she hears that dangerously bubbling sound and she abandons her post by his side to turn off the cooker. Then she restacks the dishes into smaller piles; she'd wash them now, but there seem to be far more pressing matters.

"What are you trying to cook?"

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Hodr - The Kitchen at the Resistance - OTA

Because I am oddly curious as to how this goes...

Super interesting!

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