I don't understand at best, and cannot speak for all the rest

[ouzel]

Who: Cassian Andor (¿y ustedes?)
Where: ALL AROUND TOWN. Seriously. Pick a spot, I'll come up with a reason for him to be there.
When: May 7th - May 14th
What: This is an open catchall, y'all. There will be starters in threads as they come to me, but feel free to make your own! Come meet the man, the myth, the Go Ask Alice employee.
Warnings: None, yet. Will put specific warnings in comment headers.
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[realists]

[ she can barely say 'lo siento', cassian, how is she meant to understand all that. she can tell the sentiment is soft, though, and she leans over to tap the neck of his bottle with hers. ]

I don't hate you, [ she reaffirms, before adding as a tension breaker: ] I hate beets.

[ouzel]

[ She's just meant to hear it, because understanding happens later. Mostly Cassian just needed to say it.

Then she mentions beets and he has to snort. ]

Okay, fair.

It doesn't taste like beets, though. Tastes like sugar. Because it is sugar.

[realists]

No. [ even if she believes him, she's never going to give in out of stubbornness alone. ]

This is sugar. [ she picks up the second half of the roman nougat, gesturing vaguely with it before holding it out for him. ] Try it.

[ouzel]

[ Cassian peers at the chocolate like he's not sure what to do with it (spoiler alert: his brain unhelpfully suggested that he not use his hands, because he's trying to cut things, and then proceeded to short circuit a little) before reaching out and plucking it from her fingers and popping it into his mouth. ]

Not bad. [ He won't point out that it might have beet sugar. He sure isn't going to check the ingredient list to find out, either. ] All I've tried so far is what's at the bakery. [ You know. Taste testing cookies, cupcakes, that sort of thing. ]

[realists]

[ fun fact: jyn would have just popped it in his mouth without question because his hands are busy making her dinner and she is here for the food situation. ]

It doesn't count if you make it. [ she selects a coconut one, no helpfully supplied basic knowledge to tell her what the hell a coconut is. she looks at it warily. luckily she doesn't mind asking: ] What's coconut?

[ouzel]

[ If it doesn't count if he made it then a whole lot of opportunities just opened themselves up to him.

Plus, now, he can experiment and see what she likes! As long as he vehemently denies any use of beet sugar. ]

It's a fruit? Tree fruit. Sweet. Comes in chunks, shredded, flakes, and I think it's in a brown husk, pretty decent sized.

[ He nods at the candy. ] Should be worth trying. If not I'll take it.

[realists]

[ jyn regards the chocolate with suspicion but like with the first two she bites it in half, chewing thoughtfully. after another moment, she pops the rest in her mouth. ]

You can have the other one. [ coconut = success ]

[ouzel]

Only half. [ Because the chocolate was for her! So he will take 1/2 pieces and rejects only, please and thank you. ] What else is in there?

[realists]

[ it's in her house, it is hers now, she can do what she wants with it and she decides cassian is getting a whole one so he can just shut the heck up. thus, she ignores his comment. ]

Maple Nut Butter. [ whatever the hell that is. she doesn't try it right away, focusing on her drink a bit more. ] What are you making for dinner?

[ouzel]

[ He is foolish enough to believe her silence means she's decided this is a reasonable accommodation. ] That depends. Are you okay with a breakfast food for dinner? If so, chilaquiles. If not. [ A small shrug. ] I was thinking pasta, with garlic bread, maybe.

What do you think?

[realists]

[ jyn should chose the blandest of these options, because the more junk she eats the more her stomach tends to rebel against her, but it's a discomfort she can deal with. it's a discomfort of being full after two bites because her body hasn't learned to cope with regular food yet. ]

Chilaquiles. [ it sounds like something from cassian's home, the easy way it rolls off his tongue. the incredibly inexpert way it rolls off her own.

maple nut butter isn't bad, she decides, nibbling half carefully, but too sweet for her. ]

[ouzel]

Alright. [ He smiles and starts gathering items. Tortillas, salsa, onions...these things are practically staples for Cassian, and since he's the one stocking most of Jyn's non-microwavable or sugar-based pantry stuffs, they exist in her kitchen as well. ]

Do you want eggs to go with it?

[realists]

No. [ that's too much, she can imagine her poor body violently expelling greasy eggs and it makes her stomach turn over just thinking about it. ] No eggs for me.

[ he can have as many as he'd like, however. ]

What is... Chilaquiles? [ butter cream caramel is next, gently setting the remaining half of the other back into it's slot. ]

[ouzel]

Ah, [ Because he forgot to explain, and spaghetti is more easily assimilated into this culture than bastardized-memory foods ] it's fried tortillas and salsa. With cheese, and onions. I was thinking of adding chicken, maybe. [ He tilts his head at her. ]

Or I could do soup, maybe.

[realists]

Cassian. [ she swigs her beer, giving him a look. she doesn't have to remember that the last six months of her life were surviving on two protein cubes a day (and for a good four months of her childhood she subsisted on saw's preferred can of protein milk), to remember she didn't exactly grow up with a steady diet of anything other than scrounging up whatever was available.

he can't give her this many options because she doesn't know what to choose because she hasn't had much choice since she was eight. ]

Do you always over-think food or is it because it's me?

[ouzel]

[ Well. Cassian makes a face where he scrunches his lips into the corner of his mouth and just...look it's not a fair question, not at all. ]

Sometimes I over-think food.

Mostly I don't want to make something you won't like.

[ Why is that so important? Experiencing things you don't like is a part of experiencing things!

He's aware it's a hangup. ]

[realists]

[ dude. my dude. ]

There isn't food I don't like.

[ even if there is!!! the near homeless since she was eight thing means she will eat anything, even if it's disgusting. food is food. it just happens that here it is obscenely easy to come by and usually not terrible. ]