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[gunmettle]

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why did it fling my tag away.

[alienation]

Certainly.

[ It's a date but more importantly he wants to see how Juzo eats?? ]

I don't know a lot about the food products that end up here, though I have been learning. The empire had strictly controlled food, and so what the Galra ate was hardly as pleasant as any of meals I've been experiencing.

you cannot be contained by a single thread

[gunmettle]

[ It's easier for him to think of this as just lunch. The word "date" might fluster him all over again. ]

I'm no master chef, but I can probably whip up somethin' decent if you got anything you wanna try.

that's true.

[alienation]

[ Thinks... ]

I've heard of something called "chicken". Nuggets was a term applied afterwards, but I've yet to read up on it to know more, and I often receive conflicting information on what Earthlings enjoy consuming.

[gunmettle]

Just like anything, taste in food can be subjective.

[ Juzo refuses to eat mochi. Miss him with that sticky shit!! ]

Chicken nuggets are easy enough, long as you're not expectin' a five star meal.

[alienation]

As long as it's not the bitter sludge I'm used to, I imagine it'll go over perfectly with me.

[ they eat purple sludge. sometimes it's balled up if you want to get fancy. ]

[gunmettle]

Sludge? [ Gross?? ]

Even greasy ass finger food'll be way better than that.

[alienation]

[ Starting to wander in the direction of the diner. ]

It was simple for the automatons to create, and stored well in space. But it was terrible.

[gunmettle]

It sounds terrible. C'mon, then. I'll introduce you to the wonder of chicken nuggets.

[ To the diner!! ]

[alienation]

[ Before he sits at one of his usual spots, ]

Is there anything that I may do to assist?

[ He's good at the technical side of cooking!! ]

[gunmettle]

Nah, this ain't gonna be terribly hard.

[ Nor terribly ~romantic~ since he is literally going to look for a bag of frozen chicken nuggets. (Do not put this man near a deep fryer.) ]

Unless you want somethin' on the side. Salad?

[alienation]

[ A moment of thought, then he nods. ]

I will busy myself with that part—I've learned enough in the human vegetable regard, I believe.

[gunmettle]

Well, if you got any questions, let me know.

[ Time for... a cooking montage!! ]

[alienation]

[ There's an imaginary laugh track right before Lotor puts a scarily hot pepper into the salad instead of a piece of tomato, and an imaginary collective sigh of relief what that error is resolved.

What he ends up with is a large bowl of a... fairly simple salad, and yet its all cut and tossed meticulously. Like he might be decent at this food preparation thing, when he learns. ]

[gunmettle]

[ Thank god chicken nuggets are just easy to chuck in the oven so Juzo is there to catch the pepper fiasco. ]

You're really a stickler for detail, huh?

[alienation]

[ He's getting utensils now. ]

I must be. The Galra have been space-faring for a very, very long time, but even then you must be careful when living there. Any small mistake could be quite costly.

[gunmettle]

Heard a story or two from Harlock in that regard, as well.

[ Though Harlock still has that sort of messy air of pirate about him, which Lotor does distinctly not have. ]

I've been meanin' to ask. You military?

[alienation]

Yes, in a way. Though it's a touch more complicated than that.

[ He lightly drums his claws against the nearest surface, thoughtful. ]

I come from an empire that had conquered, or destroyed, most of the known universe. My father's tyrannical, and lengthy reign, you see. The Galra were always a people of war, and combat has been prized by them even before Zarkon's especially horrific rule.

There are hardly any options within the empire that are anything but that of a soldier, even for the emperor's own flesh and blood.

[gunmettle]

I take it you weren't much of a fan of dear ol' dad.

[alienation]

[ A completely humourless smile. ]

You could say that we had a difference of opinion.

[gunmettle]

[ He makes an amused noise ]

Just a little one, right?

[ Behind him, the oven dings. He moves to grab a pair of oven mitts and get the food out. He's surprisingly at home in here. Domestic gun man. ]

Wanna check for some condiments? Might as well get the full experience.

[alienation]

[ That gets an actual laugh, if a soft one. ]

Certainly.

[ He knows enough about condiments to get the right idea... ranch, ketchup, sweet and sour sauce, and... a packet of mustard and a packet of vinegar. Just in case?

And places it all next to the utensils and salad, on a booth table. ]

[gunmettle]

[ Juzo arrives a few moments later with two empty plates for the both of them, and a plate of chicken nuggets.

Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. It was all they had. ]

Careful, they're still hot.

[alienation]

[ A nod, but... he doesn't know what a dinosaur is, but he can tell they're Creatures(tm) of some kind. Time to sit down. ]

Oh, this is quaint.

[ He's poking some onto a plate with a fork, admiring the cute shapes. ]

[gunmettle]

Cute, huh? They make 'em into shapes for kids mostly.

[ He will pile a few on his plate. And some ketchup. ]

[alienation]

And not to instill early symbolic values of being a top predator, I assume.

[ maybe it's a good thing that the empire just eats purple blob goo... ]