perfectmatch | week three

Shoko and Messmer are taken to a pizza making class. Time to learn how to knead that dough!

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You can put all sorts of toppings on it. Pepperoni, spinach, olives, whatever!
This time there will be no food from Messmer's home world.
No rat pizza!

[ Ehh... this seems like it's going to be a lot of work... She looks over to her side to where Messmer is. He's going to end up making the biggest pizza known to mankind. ]

Messmer, do you... know what pizza is, by the way?

[ eat your heart out, lelouch lamperouge!!! ]

No.

[ he could have said "this" but he's too dour to be funny. Both snakes have their heads poking up above the table, apparently trying to make sense of the situation... or Messmer is trying to make sense of it, anyway. It's hard to tell where his intentions end and the snakes' begin. ]

Common sense doth indicate it is a baked good.

[ source: there's dough and flour in front of them. After a moment, Messmer reaches up to undo his mantle so he doesn't get the aforementioned flour all over it, folding it neatly over one arm before placing it on one of the snakes to deposit behind him somewhere. ]

[ Mamma mia?? Messmer takes off his cape, and everyone, from the other class-takers to the chef instructing them, pause what they're doing and stare. Are those snakes coming out of his body?? Even Shoko stares a bit as the full, um. Elden Ring-ness of his body is visible to her for the first time, even if her expression is more studying than shocked. Sheesh...

She's seen a lot of strange stuff in her life, though, so it's not until she looks back over at everyone else that she remembers not everyone else is used to this kind of thing. ]

...Right, ah... Teacher, what was the next step, again?

[ Better for them to just focus on the next task... Snapping back into the moment, the chef shows them all how to slowly start stretching their pre-supplied balls of pizza dough out by pressing down and out on it little by little... Which Shoko is only halfheartedly going to do, since she's more interested in everything going on with Messmer at the moment. ]

You're right, by the way. Sauce and toppings go on this dough and then it's baked. Definitely never made it from scratch like this, though.

[ How quickly he forgets that no one is actually used to his cursed form, despite the casual ease with which they speak to him - he'd done away with the mantle without thinking, and suddenly he finds himself the center of attention. It's not unusual for him to be up in front of many; in those situations, though, it's because he's being looked up to as commander, as a prince. Here, it's because he's a freak. At once, he's a little boy again - a strange living sin.

He musters up a glare at the chef, but the two serpents curl closer to his body, somewhere between protective and shy. Messmer offers no comment or response. At least he can just focus on kneading this ball of dough... ]

[ He's doing his best... While Shoko continues to just half-heartedly poke at her dough, she watches as both the instructor and the snakes sort of shy away. And as her gaze travels across the room to the other class-takers who still can't help but stare at Messmer, she gives them a frigid, stern sort of look, very he asked for no pickles energy. ]

Heeey. How about you focus on your own thing, hm?

[ She sighs, shaking her head. ]

Sorry, Messmer-san.

The fault layeth with me.

[ he doesn't have to ask what she means, even if he thinks she has no reason to apologize for it. His gaze remains on the task at hand, voice as flat as ever. ]

I need not thy protection besides.

[ She tilts her head. ]

Hah? How is any of that your fault... Anyway, I said that because I wanted to, not because I had to.

[ Pounding on her dough a little more.. forcefully now. Which is probably not what she needs to be doing. But it's fun! ]

Complacency. Too accustomed am I to those familiar with my cursed form.

[ kneading the dough is fun AND easy, especially if you're a guy who has been hucking a 12-foot spear around for the past millennium. Messmer's is already flattened into a thin disc. ]

I get it... Where I'm from, not everyone can see curses and the like or even believe they exist. Well, until recently, I guess.~

[ Shoko's own ball of dough is probably. Beyond salvation at this point, but when she looks over and sees Messmer's looking good, she whistles. ]

Whoa. You did yours really well, Messmer-san. Could it be that you're a culinary genius, actually...?

[ he sighs, closing his eye, although he still seems perfectly able work the dough. ]

... A matter of arm strength, and naught else. I have never stood in a kitchen.

Well, you should stand in one more. Maybe it's good stress relief.

[ she rolls her sad ball of dough slightly in his direction, so demure, so mindful, ]

Wanna help me with mine?

[ yeah, why not. Messmer pauses, then goes ahead and starts kneading her dough, too. ]

I serve as leader of an army. No doubt my men would be most dismayed to find me in their scullery.

[ not really the place for the commander... of course, he's sure they'd let him, but it's the principle of the thing. ]

[ So she just made the leader of an army somewhere do her pizza class work for her........ nice. ]

Really? Have you asked them?

[ Who knows! Maybe they would be jazzed to cook with their boss or something. ]

Who's your army fighting, though?

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