8912/Cooking Sammiches for Aliens

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Cooking Sammiches for Aliens
Date of Scene: 02 December 2021
Location: Barda's rental suite.
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Koriand'r, Big Barda




Koriand'r has posed:
"A decent amount of time!" the orange Princess exclaims, herself looking decidedly -not- normal or blending in. Did she even own 'normal' clothing?

"You have done very well not to be noticed, most of the heroes or agencies try to keep a count."

"Finding people you can share the knowledge of your home and your culture can be difficult. Earth is more peaceful than the Warlords of Okaara's ways or even Tamaran, despite all that happens here. I am told I can be...strange even to my friends."

Big Barda has posed:
Big Barda says, "I think I have been noticed," Barda says. "I think they do not know what to do with me or think of me."

Saving a construction company a lot of heavy equipment rental costs does get noticed, yes. Not to mention the recent insurance form debacle.

"I do not care. If they try to interfere with me I will show them the fault in their thinking that they can commit transgression against the best of Darkseid's honour guard."

Spoken as casually as if talking about which spread to use on sandwiches.

Talking of which...

The "sammich" is beginning to take form. A loaf of unsliced bread cut ... crossways? The bread is hollowed out and set aside. Into each long half she stuffs a variety of foodstuffs. A cucumber (also cut in half crossways, one half in each hollowed out core). Two tomatoes (one in each half, unstemmed, uncut). Raw mushrooms that by appearances were picked by her somewhere. They're very unusual with a more pointed tip, coloured red with white dots all over them. A handful in each half. Alfalfa sprouts to seal the tops. Then a bottle of Carolina Death Reaper sauce. On each half.

"This is, I think, a good approximation of a sammich," she says, plating each half and handing one plate to ...

"No, wait! This was to be a HAM sammich. Pardon me!"

From out of the fridge a cured ham is produced and torn in half by hand. Frowning she compares the size of the ham halves and the bread halves, shrugs, and just shapes the ham pieces into something vaguely semi-tubular and places the bread in the semi-tube.

"There. My first ham sammich. I think this is close.""

Koriand'r has posed:
Of course the specifics of Barda's 'cover' work or recent outing weren't known to Kori, the Titans hadn't been called or read in to something like that at this stage. Instead she simple nods, leaning against the table as she watches Barda's craftsmanship and listens, a little frown on her lips.

"Human laws on this world try to minimize violence, there is much more talking and peacemaking first..." of course, for that urging Koriand'r was well aware just how often she was called upon to use violence to fix disputes and dangers for humans.

Finally the creation was placed before her and Kori peers intently at the 'Sammich', a soft exhalation of wonder from the woman before she beams and makes to pick one up for herself.

"Oh! This is wonderful!"

Perhaps Starfire was not the one to ask about proper cooking technique...

Big Barda has posed:
Barda picks up her "sammich" and looks at it admiringly. "I think this is my best attempt thus far," she says without any hint of modesty. "I was brought up on nutrient sludge in the Orphanage when we had food, and on the animals and plants we ate when we were sent out to prove ourselves. And nutrient cubes, of course, when leading the Female Furies into campaign."

She holds aloft her concoction. "We had nothing like this."

She tears off a huge bite with obvious relish, chewing noisily and swallowing. "Do enjoy it! And don't worry if it turns out to be toxic, my Mother Box can fix that."

Koriand'r has posed:
"As long as it does not contain metallic chromium, it should be fine!" Kori declares, tearing into the interpretation of a snack that would probably kill the average human being, or at least make them quite sick.

The talk of the Furies and the upbringing has her biting her lip for a moment, memories of slavery and her time with the Warlords of Okaara ringing earily similar but not yet voiced as she instead swaps topics with a smile.

"And your time as a warrior, you have turned this into a career to afford this home of yours?" she questions before gesturing to herself, "I have gained a 'job' modeling to pay for things, before that I lived with only the Titan's support."