Private Come Together

[Colette]

The grease stains were ingrained upon the metal countertop and there was no end to the amount of burn marks on the stovetop's arms where oil and fat had been burnt to a sticky and crisp mess that nothing short of a miracle could get rid of. This was a well-used kitchen in name more than anything else. It had the required hardware to cook something but it was still far from something so crisp and clean as the kitchenette stationed at the very front.

There were two lines with four kitchenettes on each side of the front installation, each manned by a pair of confused students. Jedi might have been good at putting out metaphorical fires, but that didn't mean they weren't capable of starting some very real ones out of ignorance.

This class was a response to a recent mishap involving an overconfident knight and the diplomatic incident caused by their grossly underdeveloped understanding of both dietary needs and fire safety. Tipis were flammable, and so were neighboring tipis. While the knight had apologized profusely, it had taken a little more effort than that to smooth things over. So, here they were.

This lesson was mostly about dietary needs. Fire safety was an overarching element in it all, and this was far from the only class that these particular students would be undertaking. The teacher had assigned each of them to a partner before the class, now was just a matter of waiting for everyone to arrive.

Colette was early, she always was. As Aliris came into view she raised her arm in a wave as if to remind her which kitchen they had been assigned to. Front and center, right smack-dab to the right of the teacher on the very first row.

This would make for an interesting class. Colette figured she already knew most about the topic, or rather that it wasn't all that difficult to really understand. You just ate and then worked out, wasn't exactly rocket science.

"Good to see you." She said as Aliris stepped up to their booth. "Have a good day so far?"

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

These were a far cry from the military drills she went through under the Ashlans.

Aliris stood within the class, smiling faintly as she looked about the room. Cooking. Culinary. After coming to the Jedi, she'd learned a lot about different foods and types. She'd learned some from the Sith, but she was so focused on.. On other things, that she never bothered much with the food. And now there were classes about it. Cooking. And she was the best when it came to cooking (She wasn't)!

She blinked as she heard another voice. Colette. Right. Loomi 's roommate. She smiled, offering a small wave in greeting.

"Hey. Uh. So far so good, yeah. .. How'r you..?"

Colette

 

[Colette]

Aliris Tremiru

"I'm doing alright." Colette nodded and looked over at the teacher. "Surprised that I need to take this class, but I suppose everyone has to, so…" Her shoulders rose in a shrug. "Could be worse."

The teacher for today's class in particular was a nautolan chef. He carried himself with a casual yet oddly strict air; a professional one might've called him if Colette could remember the word. He was dressed in an outfit very much in line with what one would expect from a restaurant kitchen and it most likely was because, well, he was from one. He didn't look or 'feel' much like a Jedi with his presence.

He motioned for the students to take their kitchens and not soon after that a pair of droids began to hand out bundles of food for the students to use. From the smell it was evident that each student pairing had been granted mostly the same ingredients with the difference being that they accounted for different allergies and digestive systems. Dextro with levo? Bad, apparently.

"Ever cooked before?" Colette whispered to Aliris as the teacher began to unfold his cutlery and utensils.

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

"I actually kinda like the class. There's.. A lot more food than I thought there'd ever be."

She smiled faintly, though it wasn't exactly a happy one. There was a lot she wouldn't have known it felt like. She just needed to slow down and look. Like now. She tilted her head before reaching down to jot down some notes. She was.. Somewhat aware of how bad of a cook she was, but she was at least determined to get better. It was one of those things she'd only recently learned to enjoy.

"Oh, yeah. I'm a real good cook! You?"

Colette

 

[Colette]

Aliris Tremiru

"Give me a carcass and I can give you meat," Colette shook her head. "Give me a fire and I can make the meat mostly eatable."

Luckily for the duo, there were medical experts aplenty around here. Some even had the force to help! Colette wasn't a bad cook by her own standards and measures, but those standards were also far below what for some would have called a "good low". She was more of a cook-to-survive kind of person and she had come to understand that not everyone shared this philosophy.

"I don't really enjoy it, I guess is what I mean." She said and began to pull out knives and cupboards for the two of them as the teacher began to do the same. Colette slid a vinylwood board over to Aliris and then began to look at her own equipment. "It's tedious, takes too long. I could spend the time on so many other things that I actually enjoyed like exercise or studies."

If Aliris had seen Colette elsewhere, it was fair to assume that she had seen Colette either giving herself a physical workout or a mental one, or perhaps even both. The archives were not a fan of books with sweatdrops in them, but hey, that was their loss. The kid only had so many hours in a day to catch up with the rest of her peers.

"What'd they get for us to cook with?"