Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Apr 1, 2012 18:59:56 GMT -5
“Oh no no, that’s quite alright, Mademoiselle—I was just wondering…it is a curious sort of picture, isn’t it? But it’s very nice I suppose.” he commented as he took the box again. He had never heard of color photography. This was probably by far the clearest, most pristine photo he had ever seen, and the photographer’s subject had not even been a person, but rather an object—a plate of pasta. Shaking his head in wonder, he turned the box over and held it up as he began skimming through the instructions. He knew English as well as he knew French, as evidenced by his accent, so it was easy for him to understand the words.
When Christine spoke again, he turned around to look at her as he replied, “I could definitely translate for you…actually I don’t think it involves that much cooking. The pasta is premade and it has to be boiled, and then we add the cooked tuna and a sort of cheese sauce and stir everything together while heating it in a pot. The instructions will go into a bit more detail…but it says here that we’ll need about six cups of water and a pot.”
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Christine Daaé
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 2, 2012 2:43:17 GMT -5
“Oh yes, very curious, Monsieur!... Ad you think that you can, Monsieur? The directions have to be exact or else it won't turn out right...” Christine hadn't eaten a thing since she had arrived in the manor, and she certainly did not want to ruin finally being able to. There was no garlic, and the box was sealed. Since she was making it herself, she could be sure that it was safe and not laced with poison or drugs. It was a much safer option than the soup the eccentric woman had offered her previously...
Christine listened to the instructions that he gave. “All right then. Let's see here...” She began searching around the kitchen for a pot and a cup measure. “Pot... pot... pot.... pot... Aha! Pot!” There, hanging from above, were several pots and pans. She reached up to try to get one, but unfortunately, she was far too short to get it down. She sighed. “Monsieur, I hope that you do not mind, but... would you mind giving me a little bit of help?”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Apr 2, 2012 16:40:29 GMT -5
Raoul nodded. “Yes—I started learning when I was…oh around five or so. Reading this should not be much of a challenge.” he stated. It really wasn’t. He was fluent in the language, thus translation would be no problem at all. “Really, I know English as well as French. I think that it should turn out just fine if we follow the directions.” There were not too many steps, so he assumed that it wouldn’t take long. The preparation time the box gave was fifteen to twenty minutes, which was not long at all.
He watched as the woman looked around for a pot, and upon finding one, reached up to get it in vain, as she was too short to reach it. Despite his efforts he couldn’t help but chuckle at her conundrum as he walked over to the rack they were hanging from and took down a gleaming metal pot and handed it to her. “No trouble at all, Mademoiselle.” he answered with a grin as he dug through the cabinets for a measuring cup. “Alright—this I can do.” he stated with bravado as he marched over to the water pump. “It says six of these…after the pot is filled we are to wait for it to boil and then start adding the pasta. I think in the meantime we can start getting the tuna ready.”
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Christine Daaé
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 4, 2012 15:26:24 GMT -5
Christine's eyes narrowed a bit when the man laughed a bit at her, but she wasn't about to risk him changing his mind about the letter to her fiancé's superiors, so she sighed and just let it go, which was really against her nature, and quite difficult to do. She wasn't the type to forget things... “Thank you very much, Monsieur.” She managed to say instead. She took the pot for him and cautiously set it on the stove-like contraption.
“Right, preparing the tuna.... Do you know where there is a can opener? I would assume that we have to take the tuna out of the can first... I may not be able to understand English, but that seems like it would be common sense...”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Apr 6, 2012 10:33:08 GMT -5
“My pleasure, mademoiselle.” Raoul answered with a nod after she thanked him. He finished dumping the six cups of water into the pot and was feeling quite proud of himself for this small feat. Once he was finished, he set the pan on one of the stove burners and turned the burner on one of the higher settings, as he had done when he was making the other canned foods that he usually ate. He knew that it took a while for the water to boil, so for now they could work on getting the tuna ready.
At Christine’s comment, he nodded again. “Well, yes, of course.” he stated a bit sardonically when she said that they needed to open the can first. “Even I know that, mademoiselle.” he added, opening the drawer that contained the can opener. There was a tray of silverware—forks, knives, spoons—and on the left would be the can opener. “Ah, here it is.” He withdrew the can opener from the drawer triumphantly and lifted the can. “The instructions said that we must drain it before we use it.” He pushed the lid down with his thumb and held it over the sink, tilting the can so that the water drained out, but being careful not to empty the tuna. He then set the can on the counter. “There, that does it. Now once the pasta is done cooking we mix it with the tuna it says.”
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Christine Daaé
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 8, 2012 1:40:42 GMT -5
Christine couldn't help but to give a light smirk at his response to her comment about the tuna. The man really was a bad cook. Such pleasure out of filling a pot with water and such offense at a little thing like a can. 'even I know that'.... Christine refrained from chuckling, though she desperately wanted to do so.
“And what do the directions way to do next, Monsieur?” She asked, observing the two white packages that had been removed from the box along with the plastic bag of pasta. She wondered what could possibly be in the two white bags: the one of plastic and the one of paper.
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Apr 8, 2012 12:43:25 GMT -5
“Next? Well, next they say to add the pasta once the water starts boiling…” As if in answer to his statement, the water in the pot began bubbling. To make himself useful, he ripped open the plastic bag of pasta and slowly but steadily emptied the noodles into the pot. “It says to stir occasionally—hmm…like this?” he asked, taking one of the larger spoons and beginning to stir the pasta around before setting it down to the side. “And once those are boiled we add in the cheese—which is here…and then flake the tuna and add it to the pasta.”
This was certainly making him hungry—he had not had a dish quite like this one before, so he was sure that trying it would be an interesting experience. What made it all the more exciting was that he actually had a hand—albeit a small one because really, he was only reading the instructions in French—in making it. It almost gave him a sense of…pride. “This paper bag here must contain the cheese…that’s curious. Cheese usually comes in blocks—though I found precut slices in that icebox, but I think that this is some sort of melted cheese…in a bag.”
( OOC: Gah, idk if this is really what's inside of the bag XD I was just at the store the other day and I saw the tuna melt but I forgot to pick it up. )
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Christine Daaé
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 9, 2012 0:03:43 GMT -5
(( XDD It's okay. I PMed you all of the instructions as they appear on the box. You're on the right track so far, but it's only 2 and a half cups of water and a pan instead of a pot... and there are 2 cans of tuna needed (but we can do that as a "Oh! we need another one" thing rather than changing). The others differences are a really simple fix, or we can ignore. Whichever you would prefer. I made the Chicken Alfredo one last night for dinner XD))
“Yes, like that,” Christine nodded. This man is getting entirely too much thrill out of boiling water correctly... “Although I would think one wad to strain the pasta first, Monsieur, before adding the cheese. That is quite a bit of water...” It was true! That was a lot of water. It was sure to make the food very runny if they did make it with so much...
Melted, he said? But how can that be?... Christine felt the little white plastic bag It was squishy, but still the same as room temperature... “How can the cheese possible be melted when the bag it is contained in is no warmer than the rest of the room? Even a bit cooler perhaps...”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Apr 9, 2012 19:11:53 GMT -5
Raoul nodded at her suggestion that they strain the pasta first before adding cheese. “Yes…that would make sense, wouldn’t it? Sorry…strain it you said? And for that we’d use a, um, strainer?” He felt like a child with his questions, and he ran a hand through his fair hair embarrassedly. “I’m sorry, mademoiselle, I’m not at all used to this—for most of my life I had servants do all the cooking and in the navy, well we were given our food by the cook. Yes, I had kitchen duty every now and then when I was still a common sailor, but even then the only thing they let me do was peel potatoes. My cooking knowledge doesn’t run much beyond that.” he explained apologetically.
He shook his head. “I don’t know…” he answered her question as he picked up the bag and felt it. “Whatever’s inside is really soft…and like…a liquid of sorts—so I am assuming that this is the cheese…” he stated, laying it back down on the counter. “Let’s see…well we put in the pasta and vegetables and now they’re supposed to simmer for nine to eleven minutes…and then we’ll strain it and stir in the tuna, and then cover it with the cheese. Perhaps in the meantime we should flake the tuna? It says we need two cans.”
( OOC: That work? )
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Christine Daaé
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 11, 2012 2:24:14 GMT -5
((That's fine )) Christine couldn't help but laugh at the man's question. Had he really just asked her if you were to use a strainer in order to strain things? “ Of course a strainer! It was not merely given the name for show, Monsieur. It applies to the functionality of the tool. I would think that an intelligent man such as yourself would be able to make such a simple assumption on his own.” She risked a light smirk at him, batting her eyes innocently. It was all in jest, of course. She enjoyed teasing people every so often and this man had walked into it, whether he wanted to or not. His apologies were almost cute and she laughed a bit more, shaking her head and smiling. It was the first real laugh she'd give there in that cold, desolate mansion.... “ I think that flaking the tuna would seem appropriate, Monsieur,” she said, attempting to regain her composure, a light smile still left on her lips. She went to go get another can of tuna from the cupboard. She had almost forgotten all of the fun she used to have with Mamma in the kitchen. Though this certainly wasn't anything like she had experienced before, it was rather amusing.
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Apr 11, 2012 15:14:34 GMT -5
He crossed his arms and frowned when she laughed at him. “I was just asking…” he mumbled embarrassedly, shaking his head as a smile spread across his face in spite of himself. She then gave him the most ridiculous smirk after insulting his intelligence that he couldn’t bring himself to be mad, so he chuckled instead, defeated. “Alright, alright—just bear in mind that I’m the one who reads English, so if I don’t finish translating these directions you don’t get food.” he warned, failing completely at his attempt to sound stern.
At her comment about flaking the tuna, he nodded and dumped the tuna he had already drained into a bowl. “And what do we flake it with exactly…er, a fork or something of the like?” he asked, scratching his head as he opened up one of the drawers and pulled out said fork, pouring the tuna he had already drained into a bowl and beginning to mash it up into tinier pieces—or flakes as he supposed they were called. He was proud of himself at this as well, as he was actually being useful in the kitchen, something he had never actually been until today. Perhaps this cooking business isn’t as difficult as I thought…
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Christine Daaé
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 12, 2012 16:01:58 GMT -5
“Oui, Monsieur le Capitain!” and she gave a little mock salute while trying to stifle a fit of giggles. “Though you won't get any either, so I suppose we're even. Besides. You already read them through once. I remember them well enough...”
She shook her head a little, still chuckling. “Yes, a fork. I'll start on the other can.” She took the can and the can opener then opened and strained the tuna. “Room for more?” she asked, holing the second can over the bowl where he had been flaking the first and waiting for confirmation before she dumped it in with the rest.
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Apr 13, 2012 17:44:58 GMT -5
He cocked a baffled eyebrow when she saluted him and started laughing. Is she mocking me? He could not bring himself to get angry, and instead found himself amused and began shaking his head as he chuckled. “At ease, sailor. I suppose we are…but just remember I am the Captain. Therefore naturally I get the most tuna.” he teased, attempting once again to keep a straight face as he devoted himself to flaking the tuna. He was not used to speaking this facetiously with anyone—at least not since the engagement. Before meeting Christine Ellen he still had the rigidity of military life instilled in him, which was why he was not completely used to speaking frankly with people.
The flaking business was not really taking all that long. He continued to use the fork to break the tuna up into smaller pieces so that they could use them in the pasta. Again he was feeling quite good about himself and his efforts. He nodded over at Christine when she said that she would start the other can. “Alright, I think I am almost finished with this one…” He looked up when she brought the other can over and nodded for her to add the rest.
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Christine Daaé
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 14, 2012 0:40:58 GMT -5
Christine dumped the other can of tuna into the bowl and then set the empty can aside. “Oh, why not? You are the one doing the flaking after all...” Christine watched him mash the tuna for a while. “That should be fine, like that,” she said, signaling he was okay to stop flaking.
She went to go check that the pasta had come to a boil and, sure enough, it was boiling quite nicely. “The pasta looks like it's boiling now. Would you mind helping me strain it? The pot is a bit heavy... Careful. It will be quite hot.” She looked around for moment, hen found a rag hanging from the handle of what appeared to be the oven. “Use this to pick it up with. It will keep you from buttoning yourself. Try not to spill any of the water on it though, or it may be the hot water that ends up burning you...”
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Apr 14, 2012 14:49:19 GMT -5
“Ha, wonderful. As I said before, mademoiselle, I do very much like tuna.” It was not necessarily his favorite food but it was good. He rather liked having it with his lunch on some days. Thus naturally he was pleased that he got the bigger share of tuna. Triumphantly he grinned like a schoolboy and continued flaking the tuna, beginning to hum a sea shanty softly. It was one of the more joyous ones, reflecting his lighthearted mood. Of course he did not realize that he was doing this, otherwise he would have immediately stopped. However his humming was perfectly in tune, and there was no real reason for him to be ashamed of it, but he did not want to give anyone the slightest hint that he may not be as bad at music as he made himself out to be.
He stopped flaking and looked up when she said that the pasta was boiling. “Ah, good.” He brushed off his hands and put the fork in the sink as she asked him to strain the pasta. He nodded and took the rag. “Do we also need a um…a strainer?” he asked, recalling the name as he looked in the cabinets. Now he knew what this looked like. It had holes in it and—ah. He picked up the strainer and used it to drain the water from the pot, leaving only the pasta. “Like that?”
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