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[axeofoath]

Really now, a curse that causes illness...What a miserable thing.

[With both Luc and Katara sick yesterday, Gremio has decided to get up nice and early so nobody could stop him and make a nice breakfast to help them feel better. There is, of course, one problem with that:

He still doesn't remember how to cook.]

The young master did say this contraption was for cooking...Oh, what is the cooking time for noodles in a...toaster? I can't tell if they're done at all!

[The reason for that could be the smoke coming out of it. In addition, he has a can of soup heating on the stove--an unopened can, that is, just sitting on the burner.]

[ooc: A-apartmentmates (and Katara, if she's still there) feel free to action this disaster? :D]

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[axeofoath]

[We? Surely Tyr isn't referring to Gremio as well. After all, he really can't even make toast right now.] O-oh, I see...Thank you, Young Master--I don't suppose you could show me how to use both? I would like to learn some basic cooking skills, at the very least.

[stargathering]

...You really don't remember how to make even simple things? [ So much disappointment in his voice. ] ...I'll show you what I know, at least...

[axeofoath]

[That disappointment--it saddens Gremio, even if he can't really understand what's going on.] Y-Young Master...I'm sorry, but--I really haven't tried cooking before now. I'll do my best to learn...

[stargathering]

... [ This was all a curse? Ugh. ] Right. You'll be a great cook in no time.

[ Lalala, going to the stove an-- Less smiling now. ] ...Hand me a pot holder.

[axeofoath]

Th-thank you...I'm sorry to trouble you so much.

[Pot holder...hm...Oh, maybe this!] This one, Young Master? [Holding out a pair of tongs sob.]

[stargathering]

Don't worry about it... And those are tongs. One second--don't touch that can.

[ Last thing they need is Gremio burning his hand again. He talks over and grabs a pot holder. ]

[axeofoath]

O-oh, I see. Of course--do be careful!

[Gremio wouldn't want Tyr to get burned, either.]

[stargathering]

I will... [ He's not completely confident about saying it. He doesn't want to know how long it's been there. Holding the pot holders in his hand like baseball mits, he carefully takes the can and just -- tosses it to the sink. Thankfully, it doesn't open up on impact.

Turns back to Gremio! ] ...So you want to learn how to make toast?

[axeofoath]

[Nervous Gremio is nervous--mostly because he's not entirely sure what the problem here is, even though Tyr's obviously being cautious. He starts a little when the can gets chucked in the sink like that.]

Oh! ...O-oh, yes...Is that all right, Young Master? I'd very much like to help with preparing meals, if at all possible.

[stargathering]

... [ Gremiooo, why don't you remember. ] I'd like you to help, too... All right, get out the bread. I'll show you how to now.

[axeofoath]

Thank you--yes, right away. [Still, he has to wonder what's wrong.] ...Young Master, is everything all right? It's not too much trouble, is it?

[stargathering]

It's no problem... It's just... I wish you could remember how to yourself.

[axeofoath]

R-remember? Young Master...I learned many housekeeping skills, but cooking has never been one of them.

[stargathering]

Come on, Gremio. [ A bit desperate here. ] You always prepared feasts for us back home! --You had a speciality stew that was the best there was.

[axeofoath]

[The helpless and apologetic look he gives Tyr should be all the response needed. No matter how hard he tries, he simply can't remember any of that.] I...I'm sorry, Young Master... [Slowly, he shakes his head. But he believes Tyr is telling the truth.] I-I don't have any recollection.

[stargathering]

[ He wonders if this is a side-effect of his coming here. People forget being here, so maybe he's forgetting parts of home. He doesn't want to make Gremio feel too bad about it, though. ] It's not your fault, Gremio... You can learn how to cook again now.

[axeofoath]

[The loss of memory doesn't bother him as much as it should--it's hard to mourn something he can't remember ever having in the first place. What does worry him is Tyr...as always. So he tries to be encouraging.] ...I will try my best. Any skill can be regained through practice, after all.

[stargathering]

[ He smiles more encouragingly. ] That's right. Do you remember how to make anything? Like tea?

[axeofoath]

[Gremio laughs just a little sheepishly.] I-I'm afraid not. Perhaps that would be a good starting point.

[stargathering]

I think it would be, too... [ A bit more energetically: ] You'll be able to make breakfast soon.

[axeofoath]

Oh, that would be exciting! And with you as my teacher, I have nothing to worry about.

[stargathering]

[ Tyr nods. ] You'll be great in no time. All right, let's see... [ ...Gremio will need to learn how Tyr likes his tea again. :< Tyr gets out the kettle for Gremio. ]

[axeofoath]

[Cooking lessons with the young master...Gremio is both unbelievably happy and determined to put Tyr's worries to rest. He'll learn to cook (again), so he'll be paying rapt attention.] Young Master, it's made with tea leaves, correct?

[stargathering]

That's right. [ Gremio isn't totally helpless! ] Do you want to get those?

[axeofoath]

Certainly! [Hooray, he got it right! Now, tea leaves...He bypasses the teabags completely and goes for bay leaves instead.]