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[Hi again, Luceti. Normally, Otonashi's face would not appear again so soon—he isn't exactly a social butterfly—but unfortunate events demand it. Behind him are two muttering boys in the kitchen, trying so very hard to figure out the ~mystery~ of instant ramen and microwaved eggs. How many SSS members does it take to cook a meal?

At least three, apparently. Moving on!]

Uh... hi, everyone. I've never had to do this before, but... [He exhales slowly.] I'm here to say that Yotsuba disappeared. She didn't write anyone any notes goodbye, so I don't have anything to give to any of you.

Sorry... but she probably wouldn't have wanted to spend so much time writing to so many friends, right? That's hard work for a little girl, you know... [Otonashi tries to keep it light-hearted, and it kinda works but it's not perfect. In the background, Noda scoffs and mutters something about a wuss, but the rest is just food prep noise. He seems ready to close the feed—]

Eh—? You can't cook ramen with nothing in the pan but... thick oil and noodles! Even I know that! [The blue-haired boy shrugs and stares at the pan, laughing awkwardly. He mutters something.] N-no, no, you have to add water—

Noda, not yet! Get out of the wa—! [... And then there is a thick layer of oil splashed over the journal, clanging, and screaming everywhere.

JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE LOUDEST HOUSE IN LUCETI.]

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frequent_flyer,

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We have eggs, milk, uhhh... [He's going through the fridge in search of food. Food that they actually might be able to handle. With their powers combined, they might make a completely functional adult.] Juiceboxes, but that doesn't really count... Can someone check the cupboards?

(( This can be a complete free-for-all for anyone in the house. Go crazy, friends! ♥ ))

[Noda was never exactly a team player if he's not needed. Cooking? Why should he do something feminine like that?

So he's leaning against the counter by the cupboards, arms folded across his chest, not bothering to move as Otonashi requests.]

... Noda... You could help. [Seriously, you're right there.]

Why should I?

[Even though he's right next to it.]

Because you're right there..! It's not even a difficult request...

[Noda stays quiet for a bit before he voices his opinion.]

Tch.

[And then he goes to open up the cupboard to look for...]

What did you need?

It's not a difficult request... [Otonashi isn't exactly a gourmet chef, nor is he creative when it comes to food.]

... See what there is? We're just trying to figure out a meal. There's only the four of us now, so...

Figure out what to eat? Why not just go down to a stream and catch some fish to roast by the fire?

[Because why sit around and think, right?]

We don't have fishing equipment. [Besides, he needs to make that announcement. It has been a while since Yotsuba has been home. She's gone. She's home.]

And do you want to take time skinning, slicing, and gutting a fish..?

[Well he does have a point. Somewhat. He gives an irritated sigh and starts looking through the cupboards, taking out almost everything from it.]

Here are all the items in the cupboards.

Oh, we have noodles... [You're tempting fate, Otonashi.] And rice, spices...

[They'll have to check the rice for bugs though. Better safe than sorry and he'd rather not have mobile "rice." EW.]

Eh— Noda, why did you get out chocolate chips?

[The early bird catches the worm, but Hinata prefers cereal.]

[The blunette would stumble out of his room at some point in the afternoon, scratching himself inappropriately and yawning loudly enough to draw attention, stretching his arms into the air and popping his back theatrically.]

Ahh... Good morning, Otonashi-kun! [Yes, he sees you, Noda. He's just choosing to ignore you.]

[...Until he sees the bag of chocolate chips in Noda's hand.] ...Are you making cookies, Noda? [You know. Housewife stuff.]

[Noda gives a clearly disgusted face at Hinata.] Why would I be making cookies? You make it yourself if you want them.

[And then he shoves the bag into Hinata's hands, and folds his arms across his chest, back to being the Most Difficult Idiot to Handle.]

Good afternoon... [Except it's not really all that good right now. Thanks Noda.]

No, he's not being helpful! You could try doing something, this benefits you too! Are you worried that cooking is "woman's work?!"

[He takes the chocolate chips as they're thrust at him, looking curiously down at the bag of semi-sweet morsels in his hands. For the moment, Noda's disgust is lost on him, muttering to himself.] What's wrong with cookies..?

Is there anything I can help with, Otonashi? [Noda being unhelpful? How unlike him! ~~Said no one ever.~~]

It is a woman's work! [Noda why... He probably doesn't know how to handle the kitchen like a man anyways.]

What?! No! I'm not cooking alone just because you think it's not... "manly" or something! [AHEM. If they do make cookies, only Hinata gets them for actually trying to not be a big fat jerkface, NODA.]

Ahh... I'm trying to start a meal. We don't have much, though... [Noodles, milk, eggs, chocolate chips, flour, rice seasoning, some old soup stocks...]

[Hinata grabbed the package of instant noodles, looking them over. He could just boil some water and pour it over them... that'd be easy enough.]

[Too easy.]

You know, Noda... [That sly look on his face was dangerous.] Yurippe told me once she's really attracted to boys that can cook...

[What... is he doing.] So I guess you wouldn't be interested in making these? [He waved the package of instant noodles in Noda's face, taunting him with them. Hinata's laziness could be a dangerous thing sometimes...]

[By this point, Kouki is recovering from his draft experience, flicking through the journals idly.

...Ah.]

At least she's home now.

[And yet, Kouki couldn't help but be disappointed. His surprise project for her will be on indefinite hold.]

...How's the cooking adventure on your end?

[It takes a while for Otonashi to get back to the journal. Do they replace journals that have been horribly soiled due to an unfortunate cooking accident?]

yeah Im sorry but Im glad shes finallly safe [He still can't see. HOT OIL IN THE FACE. All things considered, he's doing a passable job writing. It's just crooked and sloppy and wet with oil.]

its not [Not going well, not going well!]

[What is this writing. It's readable, but sheesh.]

Any fires?

[Mercifully, the next delayed message is audio. It's muffled with background commotion, but trying to write in his journal is an insurmountable challenge.]

A-ahh... no! No real fire... but I'll need to—agh—find out how to get oil out of places it shouldn't be... [He should ask Kouki about Yotsuba...]

[Audio's better, even with the background noises.]

Ooooh, gotcha. Good luck with those oils in places it shouldn't land into.

[He is sympathetic! But it's still amusing.]

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Locked to house 40: REQUESTED COOKING THREAD before the actual post

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