[Mirror] Potluck Sunday

[sicklesforsass]

[If anyone saw Harry's mirror message not so long ago, they might be confused when a smirking copycat appears in the sliver of mirror. Despite looking alarmingly like Harry's younger brother, this is a very different person.

Well. Sort of. But James doesn't have all of that information just yet.

He offers a cheeky wave to those paying attention.]

Hullo, you lot. Seems like we've got loads of nasty business going on lately. Dunno what's up with it all, but I've got a proposal.

[He pauses dramatically. Leans close to the mirror like he has a secret.]

Potluck.

[He leans back again, beaming.]

I'm thinking tomorrow night. See what you can make in the way of edibles and let's all compare and share. Assuming nothing mad happens between now and then. Who's in?

Comments

[culver]

[she has precious few pieces of paper, but she needs to know. so she writes, letters neat and practiced, small and delicate. nill angles the mirror to show the words:]

What is a potluck?

[sicklesforsass]

Well, it's American, isn't it? It's a bit weird, but bear with me a moment.

[He peers closely at his mirror shard, then scratches his head. James really needs to get around to working out where everyone is from.]

I heard about it and, personally, I think it's brilliant. Everyone makes their own thing, then you bring your food to a party where everyone else brings their own dish, and you have some of everything.

[culver]

[she considers for a few moments. america was a place she'd heard about back home, and even on the ship. but she'd never really heard anything about it.

a potluck, though. that sounded like an idea she could get behind. her writing is just as precise as before.]

What kind of thing do you make?

[sicklesforsass]

[Is he supposed to be writing responses back? This feels rather like talking to himself, which he's not entirely unfamiliar with. James shrugs and continues on.]

Whatever you fancy, from what I understand. We'll need to ask an American to be sure, but that's the take on it I'm going with. Anything goes. Am I counting you in?

[culver]

[the handwriting this time is a little slanted and rushed. she's excited by this idea.]

Yes I would like to be there.

[sicklesforsass]

Brilliant! I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?

[And a big thumbs up, because only verbal communication seems almost rude!]

[culver]

[nill turns the mirror on herself, holding it with one hand so she can thumbs up in return with the other, adding in a nod for good measure.]

Mirror

[acapriciousthing]

I'll make my not so famous "hey this isn't toxic".

[Worst signature dish ever]

[sicklesforsass]

Brilliant. There's nothing I love more. 'side from seeds. Gotta love seeds in this bloody jungle.

[acapriciousthing]

And roast gecko.

It will probably still somehow involve seeds. I wish we could find some non-toxic berries, then I could come up with dessert.

[sicklesforsass]

[Cue a feigned pained expression as James clutches dramatically at his chest.

Dessert...! That's the worst part about this place. There's no kitchens to go raid for dessert in the middle of the night. Just poisonous berries to stare forlornly in the direction of.]

If you can bring dessert, love, I will personally shout your praise for a solid day.

[acapriciousthing]

[She laughs]

Now you sound like my grandkids. They always just happened to appear when cookies were coming out of the oven.

[sicklesforsass]

[If he's shocked that she has grandkids, James certainly recovers quickly -- merely a beat of a surprised expression and then he's sliding straight back into the conversation.]

Brilliant. Think you could adopt me? Mum's biscuits are fantastic, but I'm willing to try these cookies if they're ever a possibility.

[acapriciousthing]

We'll see.

[She gets that a lot too when the cookies come out of the oven]

Technically the grandkids were adopted. Long story.

[muscovy]

So are you sharing recipes or food?

[sicklesforsass]

Both. Best bring food to share food. I'll be cross if everyone shows up and eat what I bring and doesn't bother feeding me!

[muscovy]

What if people bring things that nobody else wants to eat because they have better foods themselves? Will they get to try other things, too?

[sicklesforsass]

'Course!

[This is turning more complicated than James' initially expected.]

I'll manage the entire affair. Everyone will try everything, then we'll get the recipes and try it all again. Sound all right?

[Really, though -- who's gonna deny a kid something just because he's rubbish at cooking jungle scraps?]

[muscovy]

[It's partly that he's working off his own experimentation which... is just not backed up by much knowledge about cooking, or at least not enough to work with completely foreign ingredients. And partly that he is a lot less picky of an eater than many others in the camp, considering that he's rather well acquainted with the principle of 'eat what you get or you'll starve. You might starve anyway.' Sure, he gets the impression that people are getting less picky as they continue to be on this planet, for approximate the same reasons, but he's still never sure what people's hang-ups will be.]

I can make a soup! ...But if there are a lot of people there won't be enough for everyone to try it. The pot isn't large enough.

[sicklesforsass]

Just make what you can. There should be loads to try if enough people decide to come 'round.

[Personally, James is one of those picky eaters. He's hoping to get some ideas on what's actually edible from this party.]

[muscovy]

How many have said that they'll come yet?

[sicklesforsass]

Three or four! I'm certain there will be loads more once everyone remembers how hungry they are.

[muscovy]

They will also get But if they have to bring food themselves they cannot just come because they are hungry. And if they find food first to bring, they could just eat that.

[#logic, in Muscovy's opinion.]

mirror.

[doggedly]

And will you be gracing us with your culinary talents, Mr Prongs?

Important question.

[sicklesforsass]

"Gracing" is the appropriate word there. It's true! I will be providing delights for the taste buds.

I thought for sure you'd use a less pleasant description, Mr Padfoot!

[Being a pampered, only child has done nothing for his cooking skills, but James is a master of everything. Some people just don't appreciate his mastery.]

[doggedly]

And I thought for sure that you'd be able to pick up on the notes of sarcasm in my tone, Mr Prongs. Losing your touch?

I've not been in space so long I've lost my memory, y'know. There are certain horrors that stand out vividly.

[sicklesforsass]

Mr Padfoot, I'll have you know that every single ounce of me is filled with shock and affront.

I've learned things during my brief and productive stay in your humble jungle home. I made soup. Soup than another living soul ate and survived!

[Where are his kudos?]

[doggedly]

Right.

Now, by 'soul' d'you mean that he's dead? A ghost? A bloke who ate your soup and then died? 'Cos that's not a very good example at all, mate.

[suddenlycaptain]

Want to try and make that soup again?

[sicklesforsass]

Funny you should mention that! 'Course. Mind doing me a favor? Shout really loud in Sirius' direction how edible the last batch was.

[suddenlycaptain]

[ There's a slight snort. ]

Just point me in the right direction.

[altercate]

We haven't had one of those in a long time.

[ and derek had been bullied into going to those, but that's besides the point. ]