New Jedi On the Block

[Varindar Asyt]

Varindar was seemingly overburdened by all the duties she had to accomplish as a hotel's general manager these days and the increase in the number of hours spent in the hotel's kitchen, with or without paddies to train. Now, it wouldn't be so bad if the search for a new rôtisseur didn't take that long, but Trandoshans didn't seem to like fine dining much. And, while she could cook meat dishes just fine, today an entremétier just called in sick, presumably from one of those sicknesses that can accrue in the planet's jungles. Today, she would be an entremétière, with the understanding that most appetizers are, in fact, solid: salad, calamari, bread au gratin, to name the most commonly-ordered. So as she would soon start covering the extra hours in the Crown Nebula's kitchen, the student of the day, [member="Kaili Brand"], would soon arrive at the hotel's front desk, with the restaurant's menu, both à la carte and fixed-price (or prix fixe on Barkhesh). Maybe the last swimming coach I had with the Howling Crags was the reason why I seem to be obsessed with the Barkhesh model of restaurant operation, she thought, while realizing that said coach was a failed cook on Barkhesh prior to that person fleeing Barkhesh when the First Order attacked.

"Welcome, young padawan. I trust you have come to learn pyrokinesis and cryokinesis in this hotel's kitchen? Is there a specific item you would like to learn how to prepare and cook?"

 

[Kaili Brand]

Kaili had marveled, uncomfortably, the luxury of the hotel he was...training at. Well, in theory it was training, but for him it was an opportunity to escape the bulk of the Silver Jedi Order for the moment. Many of the masters seemed preoccupied at the moment, either with whatever new conflict was arising with the Mandalorian Empire or the departure of a Grandmaster who Kaili had yet to catch the name of. And bothering a collection of Space Wizards armed with laser swords and the ability to pop him like a zit with their mind with a request for training was not something high on his list of things to do.

Training with the other padawans was also an option, though he hesitated on that front as well. He barely felt his connection to the force as it stood and most....ok, all of the other padawans seemed to have a grasp on it far beyond him. So Knight [member=Varindar Asyt]’s class on basic cryo-pyro kentic techniques was really his best option at the moment, being both out of the way and devoid of other students.

That said, things were still strange in their own way. The kitchen was not like the ones he was used to back home. For one, everything was clean, with the faint neutral smell of disinfectant hanging in the air. Secondly, it served things beyond 'fried nutrient paste chunks in in purposely unnamed soup' and 'meat'. The fact that they actually described what KIND of meat it was is still somewhat a novel concept.

"Uh...s..sure Ma'am..." he finally manages after an overly long second to look over the menu. "P...Probably best we uh...don't do anything with fire at first since....fire. So...The skycorn cob chilled salad with Pta fruit vinaigrette?" He offers, trying to not let his voice betray that the only thing he knew about that dish was that it was cold and probably had some sort of leafy green in it.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"So you have already chosen the first item in today's fixed-price three-course menu"

And he's the the first padawan I took through to the kitchen to have chosen to start with cryokinesis first, she thought, while she understood [member="Kaili Brand"] as ordering a skycorn cob chilled salad with Pta fruit vinaigrette, prior to entering the kitchen. While there were a good deal of ingredients already prepared, such as the vinaigrette, the lettuce, the red onions and the basil, the skycorn is the one ingredient that required chilling on his part. For now, she took the cob and made its molecules dance, using the Force, heating them up to the point where they can actually be cooked. Once that is done, she starts recalling on what was common to both pyro and cryo, and then she starts to lecture him and not just about how to use pyro/cryo, or what to use it for. Once the corn cob was more or less at the right temperature to get the desired texture, it was then placed on a cutting board; it was better to cut down the cob to size when it was chilled than when it was hot, since the grains would not squish over while they are being cut. But here there were enough corn grains for two servings of the salad in that cob and they were going to have a serving each of that. And then Varindar would be having pho...

"You will see later today that pyrokinesis is the mirror image of cryokinesis. But enough of that. Many people think of Force-powers as weapons; however, I feel that, to use the Force without aggression, one must teach how to use the Force outside of a combat application. Cryokinesis is about using the Force to calm down molecules. Sometimes, you may feel that the temperature stops decreasing for a while, and then once you leave the temperature plateau, the end result is often at a different phase. Try chilling the skycorn cob by calming down its molecules: the dancing tempo is its temperature"

 

[Kaili Brand]

"The...dancing tempo of its...temperature..." Kaili repeats, somewhat dumbfounded by the poetics of the latter half of the explanation. It was less that he failed to understand, and more that he was still getting accustomed to some of the more...esoteric elements of using the force. For every bit of explination he'd managed to scrounge up during his readings back at the Silver Rest, there was atleast five or six pages describing its interaction with the so called 'living force' theory. Still, Master Asty had thankfully toned it down enough to explain the basic principle, or atleast enough for Kaili to translate it to his own words of "Use force. Stop molecular movement. With your brain. Easy. Totally."

He sighs quietly, not wanting to air that kind of opinion at someone nice enough to teach him, turning back and regarding the corn. He hovers his hands over the offending plant core as he closes his eyes, attempting to grasp the whisper thin silk strand of the force as he knew it. "Ugh...now I'M doing it..." He mentally grumbles before latching on, slowly pushing his consciousness out toward the vegetable.

It was definately a new experiance, having an almost supernatural awareness of corn. He could feel the former living elements of the shucked veg still echoing softly in the ear, a faint element held over from before its harvest prehaps. It rolled around its kernels weakly like a thin smoke, almost penetrating to the core.

Deciding that was probably good enough for a grip, he tried to treat it like he would his siblings during one of their highs. Hushing at the veg quietly through the force and brushing at its sides with invisible hands. He maintains the thoughts for a solid few seconds, feeling the corn actually giving way to the idea before a flash of realization shoots through him. He was telling a piece of corn to CALM DOWN and that was WORKING.

This momentary lapse in concentration of the sheer absurdity of what he was doing nearly broke his concentration of the ear, the young padawan's mind desperately snatching the connection back a bit too quickly. The audible crack forced him to open his eyes, looking down at a now throughly flash frozen ear of corn, ice hugging tightly to a few now burst frost bitten kernels.

"I...uh...th-...think I over did um...it." He stammers in apology, picking up the ear for Asyt to examine.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"You have to keep awareness of the temperature when doing cryokinesis, and the same holds true of pyrokinesis"

Oops. [member="Kaili Brand"] may have overdone the cooldown since Varindar could, in fact, tell that the skycorn cob is like a popsicle by now. That cob could be fed to the porgs of the nearby menagerie; this is where failed meals end up going. By now Varindar knew that she would need to repeat the process with that new cob, cook it via pyrokinesis, and it looked exactly the same as the first cob looked before Kaili tried to cool it down. Once Kaili has gotten cryo just fine, then I can move on to pyro and ask for what he'd like for the main course. I will be having my pho, and this restaurant uses nerf brisket for cooking pho, she thought, realizing that even five-star restaurants would not be using pricier cuts of nerf meat for pho. You now have an idea of what happens when you lack awareness of the temperature. Now that second cob of corn was in position for the padawan to try using cryo again, she realized that he was absorbed in the wonders of the Force, as was often the case for people that were in the early stages of their padawan training. Hopefully Varindar would actually see progress on his part.

 

[Kaili Brand]

"Y...yes master..." Kaili says, placing the now ruined cobcicle down, the delicate structure crinkling audibly as its weigh fractured a few more internal ice structures. He watches carefully as the elder Jedi preps the next ear of corn, trying to sense exactly how she was working the force to heat and roast the replacement veg. He did feel a little guilty for wasting the earlier corn. Growing up as he did, food was typically eaten even if it was semi-rotten, but given the ear was not more ice than corn, he didn't imagine it would taste very good. Even to his otherwise rather adaptable pallet.

Once the second ear of corn was in front of him, he slowly placed a hand on it and the other hover over it as before. "So...I dont um...have to feel the temperature in the force just yet..." He mumbled, not really trusting his ability to sense the temperature of his work without the more mundane senses just yet. If nothing else, this would hopefully prevent another cobcicle.

He reached out slower this time, his attempts at calming the molecules of the corn (an idea still somewhat insane to him) less pleading than before. The feeling was still the same, projecting the familiar air of relaxation and soft reassurance as before, but softer than before and less frequent; the younger force sensitive worrying more about his focus than the actual process at the moment.

After about a minute of focus, he stopped and ran his now numbed fingers through his hair. Letting the cold that had bleed from the corn dissipate into the heat of his scalp. A...better result, if slow. The kernels were cold to the touch, now slightly hard with a thin layer of light frost twinkling in the florescent lighting of the kitchen. "I uh..." He begins, handing the cob over. "Tried to make it um..lil' colder than I thought it aught to be...so 's still cool when it goes to...whoever eats this stuff. Hope thats...okay? Don't...really know how to cook fancy junk."

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"No problem: it will be a while until... we can eat it"

Now that [member="Kaili Brand"] had a better idea as to how to have a finer control over the temperature, Varindar could finish the salad's preparation prior to it being placed in a cloche, as is customary in a five-star restaurant. However, before she could move on to pyrokinesis, she would like to know what Kaili would have liked from the fixed-price menu. Today's fixed-price menu has four choices for a main course: Phu pho, ants climbing a tree, karkan ribenes, and finally, fish fillet. Sure, Varindar would be able to cook him the latter two without any problems whatsoever, however, she was covering the extra hours because the entremétier called in sick and she was preparing another serving of pho for another customer. Plus potentially another one for herself. Just that noodles and meat typically cooked within the broth, when pho was being prepared, and the most important part in preparing pho was, in fact, the broth: nerf bones, seasoning were the main ingredients behind this. And yet, she would have to be prepared to fetch the ingredients for any of the other three meals should he choose to order another main course from the fixed-price menu.

"Now that you have chosen an appetizer, the time has come for you to select a main course among those on today's fixed-price menu: you will be using pyrokinesis to prepare at least part of it"

 

[Kaili Brand]

"Uh...s...sure." Kaili says, looking over the menu and trying very hard not to think about how many credits all of these dishes cost. Especially not the ones that looked like they were more expensive than some of the tools he's bought in the past. The Ribenes was probably the best option....that and he was not entirely sure he wanted to put anything that could be described as 'Ants climbing a tree' near his mouth. That, and atleast with the ribs there was a vague idea of how to cook it, even if that idea was limited to 'heat meat until black and smelling good.'

"Uh...think...I'll go with the rib thing... you...do know I cant afford to pay for any of these....right?" He adds, hoping that if he WAS expected to pay, he could at least limit the damage to a salad. It would still take the better part of a weeks worth of work to pay off said salad, but it was better than getting blind sided by a check after the lesson.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"Don't worry about how much this meal costs: I can always bill the Order for the meal, and charge that to the training supplies budget, since you did, in fact, learn something in the kitchen, plus it's a three-course meal that, regardless of what you're picking for each course, costs the same by virtue of picking from the fixed-price menu"

[member="Kaili Brand"] was made to feel that a fixed-price meal was perhaps a bit expensive, but since it's not every day that this five-star restaurant was used to train peeps in pyro/cryo, it was acceptable to her. There were three-course and five-course fixed-price menus, but most guests who weren't at least Wookiee-sized are not capable of eating all five courses; for this reason, the three-course fixed menu is the more popular of the two, unless a guest wanted to order one meal for a party of two. Since Varindar's pho was mostly ready by now, she could marinate the spare ribs that he was going to use for his pyrokinesis lesson. Once the spare rib was marinated, she put the ribs onto a pan whose use would be more hygienic than putting that directly onto a plate; that was going to be the rib that would be used for the training of that padawan. It was an expensive way to teach Jedi but thank the Force it's just a two-person party. At this point, the pan with the ribs was presented in front of the padawan; Varindar would lecture him beforehand about how pyrokinesis was similar, and yet, different.

"Now for pyrokinesis. It's about making molecules dance; as they dance faster, molecules heat up. In that sense, it's the reverse of cryokinesis, but it's still about manipulating temperature and hence the same caveats apply in either direction. One last thing: if you use pyrokinesis directly on food, it's tantamount to oven-baking them. Try using pyrokinesis on the spare ribs"

 

[Kaili Brand]

Kaili hovers his hands over the pan, looking over the meat. If it weren't for the fact he'd probably burn himself, he would have held on to the ribs like he had with the corn. But being short one finger already, he was not about to lose another to that particular idea. Heat management issues aside, the bigger issue was...well, how does one excite meat? Or...meat molecules anyway.

Cooling had been easier, he at least had experience with calming others down. But most of his life he was taught that actively riling someone up was a good way to get yourself killed. He takes a small shaky breath before closing his eyes and reaching out as before. This time slightly grossed out by the feeling of...well, cold marinated meat as it warbled slightly under his minds grasp. He really did not want to think about what it would feel like if he ever used this on a person. "Okay..." he thinks as the grip takes hold, pointedly ingoring the sensation of cold fat agaisnt his brian as best he could. "she keeps using dance metaphors so...lets try that I guess..."

He tries to remember what few times he's spent in a dingy cantina back of Axxila. The stink of deathsticks clinging to his nostrils and the frenetic bass line of from the ancient wall speakers as dance music was pumped in from a control panel that had long since stopped responding. The memory welling uncomfortably in his stomach before he began to push it outward, trying to send the uneasy energy into the ribs.

After about four minutes of trying he releases his grip on the meat, finally releasing a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The ribs were...still pink, save for the thin brown glaze of marinade on their surface. An experimental poke with his finger showing that they were still stone cold, only having warmed slightly to the ambient temperature of the room.

"I uh..don't..." he starts, biting his lip to beat back a light pink hue of embarrassment out of his face. "Dont think I can actually uh...DO the pyro...whatever..." He adds, crossing his arms uncomfortably as he stares at the offending meat.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"You seem to be afraid of fire for some reason"

Kaili doesn't have enough Force-energy left to cause a whole lot of damage to the kitchen using pyrokinesis. Even if he did realize that pyrokinesis was the mirror image of cryokinesis, it couldn't be that much harder thann cryo has been, and it was the very reason as to why I even taught both in the same session in this restaurant's kitchen, Varindar thought, while realizing that [member="Kaili Brand"] made no progress whatsoever in baking the spare rib using pyrokinesis. But while she could cook pho just fine, or, for that matter, a karkan ribene, she knew that cloches couldn't hold heat forever. Yet it was clear to Varindar that something was, in fact, amiss with the padawan she brought into the kitchen and treated him to a three-course, fixed-price meal, when everything is said and done, paid for by the Order. But, as is customary when eating from a fixed-price menu, orders are placed for two courses at a time. Which meant that they were ordering desserts only after they made significant headway towards eating the main course. Just that he would need to confront his apparent fear of fire before they could eat their respective main courses.

"I feel there is something holding you back from performing pyrokinesis. Something similar to a fear of fire. We'll have to be quick: I would like to know more about what caused you to be afraid of fire. It would help you perform pyrokinesis so that we can finally get the karkan ribene cooked and, from there, to our table"

 

[Kaili Brand]

"Beyond the uh...obvious parts where fire hurts?" Kaili says, his voice caught between its normal timbre and the half venom of sarcasm. Now he sorely wished he had actually practiced hiding his emotions back at the Silver Rest. Life was hard enough without having to worry about people reading your mind to figure out your feelings, and the invasion of privacy was...a little extreme to get used to.

" 'M not afraid of fire anyway." He adds, pulling his crossed arms closer to him like a stubborn child. "I just can't...I don't know. Make it. Exciting meat 's...weird. And I failed already, so there 's no point in trying again..." He continues, breaking his gaze away from the knight to glare in frustration at the offending ribs. His mind no longer focusing outward but inward, the hyper vigilance of his youth now standing sentinel against any attempted mind probes the other force sensitive may try (real or imagined).

After an awkward moment of silence he speaks up again. "Maybe we uh.." He starts, his voice now not having quiet the edge of frustration from before. "Just...cook it normally this time." He shifts uncomfortably, hoping that would be enough to make the older woman drop the subject. He didn't really know anything about Asyt beyond her apparent wealth and her mutual sensitivity to the force. And as far as he was concerned, that was not nearly enough to go on to trust her with the details of his life if he could avoid it.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"Learning how to hide one's emotions is still better than nothing, I suppose"

There's more to this story but now is not the time to dig deeper, she thought, while realizing that, while salads were not that big of a deal, the more immediate problem was guaranteeing the pho's freshness. One doesn't need to be working at a five-star restaurant to know that any hot meal is best eaten fresh, and freshness fades fast after it has been brought back to room temperature once. [member="Kaili Brand"] was learning how to hide his emotions, which caused Varindar to be disappointed after a while of him being completely stuck, but she just couldn't tell him more about the distinction between heat and fire. Sure she would be led to think Jessica would, in fact, tell him about the triangle of fire, or even Taygeta back in the Temple, since these were the two people she trusted more about the more physico-chemical aspects of using the Force. Yet, unlike Varindar, they were brilliant. And they were much more learned than Varindar may have been. Two of the brightest Jedi she may have heard about, and maybe even two of the brightest human/Near-Human ladies in the galaxy. But she had to resist the temptation to cook Kaili's ribs in his stead unless specifically asked for.

"The whole point of teaching you pyro in a kitchen is that you're learning how to use the Force in ways that don't hurt, in a controlled environment. Plus out there in the field, using pyro to cook and other reasons to desire fire in a survival situation could come in handy when you're otherwise out of options. Also, whether you are cooking ribs normally or using pyrokinesis, given the gas stoves in use here, the risks are the same to you. Then again, pyrokinesis, which amounts to rising the temperature of an item using the Force, does not necessarily lead to fire. Do you want a demonstration of pyrokinesis before you try again?"

 

[Kaili Brand]

Kaili was not about to argue the survival point with the Jedi. As much as he wish he could say otherwise, his years in the Undercity had not exactly left him with a plethora of knowledge on how to survive in the wilds of Nowhere, The Middle Of. He stops glaring daggers at the ribs, as Asyt argued her point home before offering a demonstration. "...sure." He says, finally, not seeing either harm or point to the demonstration, having already resigned himself to not being able to use the warmer side of the technique. But she WAS taking the time to teach him, so being rude any further probably wouldn't make the lesson end quicker. Carefully he allows his mind to peek back outside itself, waiting for the demonstration to start so he could watch the motions through the force.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"Here we go"

Then again, Varindar's only experience with survivalism has to do with her activities as a spy. Luckily for her someone else wanted a karkan ribene, so she was going to cook another customer's karkan ribene using pyrokinesis. With that said, she would be placing the pan in which that other guest's karkan ribene was going to be cooked right in front of [member="Kaili Brand"] for him to observe in the Force. Now was the time for her to cause the spare ribs' molecules to dance, using pyrokinesis, fast enough to cause it to cook, but just fast enough to get a medium rare doneness since the customer didn't want the meat to be too cooked. Control over the rate at which the Force-energy was injected into the meat was key here, and also control over the food's temperature. Once she was satisfied with the pyrokinetic treatment of the meat being just like what the other customer wants it, Varindar then placed it onto a plate that was to be then given to the customer under a cloche; she hoped that the demonstration enabled Kaili to even try to cook the spare ribs that he would be going to eat once it was all over.

"Are you satisfied with the demonstration?"

 

[Kaili Brand]

Kaili stared quietly as Asyt demonstrated the technique, watching how the force ebbed and warbled around the second pair of ribs. The sensation of it still...didn't feel comfortable. It was like the woman was gently prodding the meat into cooking itself, a mild silent provocation. While not as aggressive as he expected it to be, it was still an out of place feeling for him.

"It was...definitely something..." Kaili says as the second set of ribs is ushered away as he quickly retreats his mind back in on itself. "I mean uh.." He adds quickly, his manners coming back to him after a moentary lapse. "Yes...er Yes Ma'am. I think I've got a little better perspective on how it works now...Still uh...don't think I can...convince the meat...Is that a weird way to phrase that? I feel like thats a weird way to phrase that." He rambles, still hoping to avoid being asked to try again. If only to avoid trying to confront his discomfort with the more active side of the technique without refusing the Jedi outright.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"Cryokinesis is an invertible process; you have seen that... convincing the meat, as I did in the demonstration, was nothing more than a reversal of cryokinesis. Have an idea where you think you may be struggling?"

Something's not right with this padawan. How can it be so hard to... convince the meat to do the reverse of cryokinesis for somebody that already did calm down food via cryokinetic means? she thought, while the unusual phrasing used by [member="Kaili Brand"] gave her pause. Yet she had to be mindful of not stepping in until all options have been exhausted. She couldn't believe it was a major conceptual issue, not at that point of the game; but with each second spent in the kitchen, the pho is cooling down inside the cloche. If push comes to shove, she can always use pyro to reheat it and it won't taste as good as when it was fresh, but it was the price to pay to be patient with the paddy. Or perhaps someone else could have ordered pho in the meantime and take that cloche away in which case the clock would be turned back. In fact, that was precisely what happened so Varindar did, in fact, cook one serving of pho during this shift in the kitchen. Just that, before she could go back and ask Kaili to try again, she had to address any issue that could have arisen before doing so.

 

[Kaili Brand]

Kaili suppressed the urge to groan as the jedi probed deeper to what she probably thought was the heart of the issue. She was clearly not going to let him dance around the issue, as much as he wished he could. Jedi seemed to be contractually required to poke at a persons issues, and he had to guess that went double for students. " 's not a conceptual problem..." He grumbles, reaching out to the ribs once again and attempting to mimic the sensation he felt radiating (pun not withstanding) from Asyt a moment before.

"Calming 's easy. I've...done that kind of thing before. On people, just not...with the weird magic force whatever you guys use." He adds, a small bubble of queasiness bursting in his stomach as his mind grazed against a blob of lukewarm fat. "So getting stuff to stop and relax is....familiar. But when I was a kid if you...made waves or tried to agitate people, you'd end up possibly getting shot at...plus a summary kick to the jaw if they missed. So I learned to keep quiet. ...Plus its a little weird to try and do that with meat. Dunno if I'm supposed to insult it or what..."


Meanwhile, with said meat, a small haze of heat began to form over it. Far weaker than what Asyt had displayed, by virtue of Kaili's hesitant mimicry of his teacher. But it was, atleast, somewhat there, even if the paddy was distracted.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

"I can tell you were a little distracted when you tried using pyrokinesis"

Practice is typically a lot better when there is an opportunity to actually see where something could go wrong, at least at the early stages of learning any given skill, Force or not. Just that Varindar finally had an idea of why he seemed to be struggling so hard and it didn't sound like a conceptual issue at all. Nor was it an issue with how she presented the chemical knowledge involved. It was his upbringing: now she realized that a student's upbringing can make a difference and not simply for one's inclination between light and dark. In Varindar's mind, [member="Kaili Brand"] would need to get his concentration back before he could even contemplate trying pyro for one more time. Then and only then could the cloches actually be delivered to their tables; in the meantime, Varindar was boiling the water pot in use for cooking the pasta in use for both pho and ants climbing a tree. Especially since, somehow, ants climbing a tree still somehow garnered a few orders in a fixed-price menu; even then, pho still outsold ants climbing a tree at this restaurant, and such was the case since ants climbing a tree were introduced here.

"Concentrate and then continue to convince the meat; once the meat is at the right doneness, we can go eat"

 

[Kaili Brand]

"O...kay..." Kaili huffed, turning his full attention back to the meat as his temporary teacher went to deal with some of the queued orders. It still struck him as strange to negotiate with ones lunch to cook itself. Probably because it was. Whoever the Jedi was who figured this whole process out was kriffed in the skull something fierce as far as Kaili was concerned. Still, as tepid as the heat radiating off the meat was from his efforts, it did work. Despite all he knew about thermal dynamics saying otherwise. There were several serious questions he now had about how and where the energy for any sort of thermal exchange was actually coming from, but he stowed them for later.

The principle problem he was running into right now was the method. Asyt was...affectionate to the meat, or atleast that is what he had felt when he was examining her through the force. Urging and warm like a proud parent. How she was managing to do so to a rack of ribs was entirely beyond Kaili.

"...Maybe doin' it like her 's not the best idea..." A small voice in the back of his brain grumbled, as it pulled double duty. Tearing its way through his memories to find a muse while concentrating on Asyt's method in the meantime. Then something clicked in the back of his brain, A vague memory of the first time Tol'tra demanded he crawl into one of Axxila's sewage tunnels. He had stubbornly refused, his eight year old self pointing out that the sewer was both gross and stinky. His 'sister' had rebutted, rather eloquently, with a kick to the ribs and a warning that next time she wouldn't be as nice about it.

"...well, Sis was the most persuasive person I knew so..." He thinks, the warm awkward affection he was sending to the meat slowly fading away into a string of familiar promises of violence. A blue streak of swears cascading silently through the air, paired with promises to order the biggest plate of veal just in the hopes of chowing down on whatever dumb beast of burdens young just to spite the obstinate meat.

The effect was almost intimidate, the soft haze surrounding the meat flaring higher and the familiar hiss of searing meat roaring audibly in the room. A thin grin smeared itself over the padawans lips, the mantra of borrowed insult working far better than he expected. He redoubled his efforts, pouring the borrowed insults and awkwardly adjusted threats into the meat as the fat began to bubble and occasionally pop.

He lost himself in the feeling for a moment, a strange nostalgia washing over him as his mind threw the familiar harshness of his sisters voice at the ribs. He missed that, in its own weird way. After she started using the spice regularly, she was less angry and more just...constantly hungry for the next fix. Whatever fire was in her...Wait fire?

"Karking..." He hissed, as his brain finally registered the light flecks of orange plasma peppering the ribs. His connection dropped like a stone, a vague nausea rolling over him as he stopped manipulating the force. "Exertion.." He reasoned, a hand firing out to a pan lid and slamming it down over the ribs, letting the flames snuff themselves out as they burned away their own oxygen.

He waits a moment before finally lifting the pan lid again, a small plume of smoke drifting up from the now thoroughly cooked (albeit burned) ribs. "Uh...f..foods done." He says weakly, waving his hands in his face to disperse the smoke. He always liked meat slightly burned anyway.