[ Impressed at the grocery shopping, but shakes his head at that huffing. Johnny, please. All of this is said matter-of-factly, avoiding an accusatory tone. ] No, but using a knife to fight is different from using a knife to cook.
I'm more worried about my knife, actually. You don't cut on metal because it dulls it. And a dull knife is more dangerous than a sharp knife. Leaves a worse wound, harder to heal. [ Or reattach, in the case of amputations. ] In this case, my knife would take all of the damage. Rather avoid that. [ Because who has time to go to Japan again? ]
[Dramatic eye-rolling aside, Johnny doesn’t want to fuck up Kai’s fancy knife. However, he feels a bit silly about having to undergo a tutorial about proper knife handling. After all, he’s Johnny Fucking Silverhand! He’s the moment, the most influential rocker to grace the stage of the Rainbow Cadenza, the poster boy of the anti-corpo movement. Johnny would be a laughing stock if people knew he couldn’t use a knife properly. It would ruin all of his street cred as a tough as nails rockstar with a penchant for danger.]
Okay so, we need somethin’ non-metal to cut the herbs on?
[He glances around the kitchen idly after yanking out a few fresh veggies from the bottom shelf in the fridge. That poor fridge is packed. It’s probably the first time that fridge is packed with something other than beer and condoms—yeah, sometimes Johnny would accidentally leave a pack of condoms in the fridge. Don’t even ask why. The man was probably drunk as fuck and thought the fridge would keep them fresh. No one really knows what the fuck goes through Johnny’s mind sometimes.]
Oh, what about this—[He says while yanking out a plastic cutting board out of the cabinets above. It would’ve almost looked brand new if it wasn’t for the deep cuts and scratches on it. It seems Johnny tried his hand at cooking before.]
Let’s give it a rinse—[He turns on the faucet to clean off the surface with water. What’s the point of eating healthy if you accidentally contaminate your food with dirty appliances?]
Okay so, we got a couple of spring onions, cloves of garlic, red onions, and like…I think that shit over there is parsley.
[Johnny mumbles while investigating what he pulled out the fridge.]
[ Hard not to let out a chuckle. To Kaidan's defense, he does try to stifle it so it comes out more like a giggle snort. He knows Johnny doesn't want to ruin his knife, that the frustration comes from there. So he doesn't hold the outburst against him. You get used to them with Johnny. ]
Yeah, but, what are we making? [ No point in chopping up a bunch of ingredients they won't use at all. Meal prep is one thing, but they have no plan here—hence no prep. ] Uh, we said steak, right? [ That was supposed to be a surprise, actually. Real beef, from actual cows, is stupidly expensive. Yet Kaidan managed it, hid a somewhat ice burnt tenderloin he got after calling in some favors. Hidden somewhere in the back of the fridge, where the condoms would've been.
But then again he doesn't want to discourage Johnny. So he watches as Johnny gets to work, the rarity of him being the one with a plan a novel experience. ] Could make garlic and onion butter for the steaks. Which was supposed to be a surprise, but what the hell, they need to be cooked.
[Johnny's eyes brighten in surprise. He did not expect steak for dinner, but he is glad they are eating it. A nice juicy steak is becoming increasingly rare in a world dominated by Biotechinca's GMO-laced lab meat. So imagine his surprise to learn that they are having a full-fledged steak dinner tonight. This explains why Johnny is cheering like he just won the fucking lotto.]
Meat is back on the menu, boys!
[He laughs as he chops the spring onions next, after dicing the garlic. Johnny is not a chef, but he does know how to dice things into bite-sized pieces.]
Fuck yes! I was thinking we were going to have ramen tonight, but this much better.
[Once done with the garlic, Johnny moseys his way back to the fridge to look for the good butter, not the cheap ass margarine he usually keeps.]
What’s the occasion, Kai? Or is the occasion just an afterthought?
Could make ramen with the steaks if you want. [ Steak ramen. Kaidan knows that's a thing...somewhere. But might be worth it to keep it traditionally western. Steak and mashed potatoes? Yeah, that'd be simple enough.
One more thing though. ] Just wanted to do something special, no real occasion. [ He reaches for the back of a kitchen drawer, taking out something wrapped in brown paper. ] They sold me this too. [ A brown glass bottle with an image of the historic state of Texas as its logo in gold. ] Since I'm not the one from there you'll have to tell me if this the real deal. [ It's steak sauce. Texas style steak sauce to be precise. ] "The perfect balance between boldness, smokiness, and depth of flavor." That's usually code for garlic, onion and vinegar, plus other stuff.
Ramen steaks? [Despite how odd that sounds, it's really easy to replace a protein with steak. All they have to do is fry up the steaks before putting it in the broth, and bam—ramen steaks.]
Shit, sign me up! That sounds damn good.
[Johnny is all for this zany concept, as evidenced by the eager sparkle in his eyes. As for Kaidan's following words, they catch the rockerboy off guard.]
You just wanted to do this for the hell of it? [To be honest, he's having trouble making sense of Kaidan. Typically, when someone wants something, they do something "nice" for him, such as a favor or whatever. No one in this city ever does anything just for shits and giggles. So, Johnny is a little astonished, especially when Kaidan brings out the fancy steak sauce.]
Holy--IS THAT REAL TEXAN STEAK SAUCE?!
[He virtually snatches the bottle from Kaidan's grasp, quickly unwrapping the plastic around it before removing the cap for a quick taste.]
Mhm! Yep, this is good. [He lets out a hum of approval.] It's probably not the real deal because it contains a little too much vinegar, but you can still taste the spiciness.
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Date: 2025-04-12 03:55 am (UTC)[ Impressed at the grocery shopping, but shakes his head at that huffing. Johnny, please. All of this is said matter-of-factly, avoiding an accusatory tone. ] No, but using a knife to fight is different from using a knife to cook.
I'm more worried about my knife, actually. You don't cut on metal because it dulls it. And a dull knife is more dangerous than a sharp knife. Leaves a worse wound, harder to heal. [ Or reattach, in the case of amputations. ] In this case, my knife would take all of the damage. Rather avoid that. [ Because who has time to go to Japan again? ]
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Date: 2025-04-12 04:20 am (UTC)[Dramatic eye-rolling aside, Johnny doesn’t want to fuck up Kai’s fancy knife. However, he feels a bit silly about having to undergo a tutorial about proper knife handling. After all, he’s Johnny Fucking Silverhand! He’s the moment, the most influential rocker to grace the stage of the Rainbow Cadenza, the poster boy of the anti-corpo movement. Johnny would be a laughing stock if people knew he couldn’t use a knife properly. It would ruin all of his street cred as a tough as nails rockstar with a penchant for danger.]
Okay so, we need somethin’ non-metal to cut the herbs on?
[He glances around the kitchen idly after yanking out a few fresh veggies from the bottom shelf in the fridge. That poor fridge is packed. It’s probably the first time that fridge is packed with something other than beer and condoms—yeah, sometimes Johnny would accidentally leave a pack of condoms in the fridge. Don’t even ask why. The man was probably drunk as fuck and thought the fridge would keep them fresh. No one really knows what the fuck goes through Johnny’s mind sometimes.]
Oh, what about this—[He says while yanking out a plastic cutting board out of the cabinets above. It would’ve almost looked brand new if it wasn’t for the deep cuts and scratches on it. It seems Johnny tried his hand at cooking before.]
Let’s give it a rinse—[He turns on the faucet to clean off the surface with water. What’s the point of eating healthy if you accidentally contaminate your food with dirty appliances?]
Okay so, we got a couple of spring onions, cloves of garlic, red onions, and like…I think that shit over there is parsley.
[Johnny mumbles while investigating what he pulled out the fridge.]
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Date: 2025-04-12 03:19 pm (UTC)Yeah, but, what are we making? [ No point in chopping up a bunch of ingredients they won't use at all. Meal prep is one thing, but they have no plan here—hence no prep. ] Uh, we said steak, right? [ That was supposed to be a surprise, actually. Real beef, from actual cows, is stupidly expensive. Yet Kaidan managed it, hid a somewhat ice burnt tenderloin he got after calling in some favors. Hidden somewhere in the back of the fridge, where the condoms would've been.
But then again he doesn't want to discourage Johnny. So he watches as Johnny gets to work, the rarity of him being the one with a plan a novel experience. ] Could make garlic and onion butter for the steaks. Which was supposed to be a surprise, but what the hell, they need to be cooked.
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Date: 2025-04-13 01:44 am (UTC)[Johnny's eyes brighten in surprise. He did not expect steak for dinner, but he is glad they are eating it. A nice juicy steak is becoming increasingly rare in a world dominated by Biotechinca's GMO-laced lab meat. So imagine his surprise to learn that they are having a full-fledged steak dinner tonight. This explains why Johnny is cheering like he just won the fucking lotto.]
Meat is back on the menu, boys!
[He laughs as he chops the spring onions next, after dicing the garlic. Johnny is not a chef, but he does know how to dice things into bite-sized pieces.]
Fuck yes! I was thinking we were going to have ramen tonight, but this much better.
[Once done with the garlic, Johnny moseys his way back to the fridge to look for the good butter, not the cheap ass margarine he usually keeps.]
What’s the occasion, Kai? Or is the occasion just an afterthought?
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Date: 2025-04-24 02:42 am (UTC)One more thing though. ] Just wanted to do something special, no real occasion. [ He reaches for the back of a kitchen drawer, taking out something wrapped in brown paper. ] They sold me this too. [ A brown glass bottle with an image of the historic state of Texas as its logo in gold. ] Since I'm not the one from there you'll have to tell me if this the real deal. [ It's steak sauce. Texas style steak sauce to be precise. ] "The perfect balance between boldness, smokiness, and depth of flavor." That's usually code for garlic, onion and vinegar, plus other stuff.
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Date: 2025-04-27 12:07 am (UTC)Shit, sign me up! That sounds damn good.
[Johnny is all for this zany concept, as evidenced by the eager sparkle in his eyes. As for Kaidan's following words, they catch the rockerboy off guard.]
You just wanted to do this for the hell of it? [To be honest, he's having trouble making sense of Kaidan. Typically, when someone wants something, they do something "nice" for him, such as a favor or whatever. No one in this city ever does anything just for shits and giggles. So, Johnny is a little astonished, especially when Kaidan brings out the fancy steak sauce.]
Holy--IS THAT REAL TEXAN STEAK SAUCE?!
[He virtually snatches the bottle from Kaidan's grasp, quickly unwrapping the plastic around it before removing the cap for a quick taste.]
Mhm! Yep, this is good. [He lets out a hum of approval.] It's probably not the real deal because it contains a little too much vinegar, but you can still taste the spiciness.