[akemi / Emily] - figure with meat 1954

Emily Lewenhock

Okay, yeah, given the effort required, the celery strings could stay. Might just be a little more tough and/or bitter. It's fine. They were shooting for general nutrition here, not straight down to Flavortown. Still better than Emily could do by herself at the moment.

"The potato's hopeless unless we bake it first, I'm sure. Carrots… Probably breakable by hand played right, but won't make pretty little pieces, either." Hmhm.. "Oh, I was going to see about snow peas. One second." Back to the refrigerator.

"Ah, yeah, cooking while traveling isn't great." If you don't know what's good at this supermarket and your spoons are going elsewhere, maybe make a sandwich or spaghetti at most. "You do a lot of traveling?"

"I… can't really say I've heard people talk about private chefs and not be joking." Different circles, huh.

Emmy | Akemi

It's probably fine. Akemi likes bitter flavors, anyway. This soup was certainly going to be an experiment, though.

"Is there any sort of…grater tool, in here? Surely there has to be something we can use to better effect." Akemi glares a bit at the spatula. Sure it was doing something, but there simply had to be a better way for some of these other ingredients. Surely a grater wasn't a tool they'd hide away. You can't stab someone with a grater.

"I do. My work involves attending art galleries and exhibits so I can do a write-up on what I see. To give the most detailed review, I need to see the pieces in person, as screens cannot do most physical media justice. My writing would be horrendously limited if I only visited galleries within Tokyo, so I often traveled to exhibits far from home."

She far preferred to be away from home, anyways.

"I am aware that it is not a common privilege. It was not the sort of arrangement where there would be a lavish candlelit meal at a table of marble three times a day, if that is what you're envisioning. It was often far simpler than that."

Emily Lewenhock

"I mean, that would be a great method… I don't know exactly how much damage you can do to someone with a grater, but you can sure take out chunks of finger by accident. On purpose, uh. I don't think they'd want a group of 'murderers' to have access to that."

And maybe that was just inviting the voices to be louder. Hunched, she slammed a cabinet door shut hard enough it bounced back. "No I've never done ANY 'human experimentation' except maybe like sixth grade and that does not count—" She was not alone right now.

"—Sorry. Not sure how they're piping these in, but not enjoying the experience."

"Sounds like a… very mentally stimulating job, in a totally different way than I'm used to, I think." Ask her to interpret an art piece and she could maybe give you something on frequencies in the visible color spectrum? Or what kind of petri dish it looked like. That's about it.

"Ah yes, just on a normal mahogany table, right?" Maybe this wasn't quite the audience to get smarmy with, but she felt compelled.

Anyway, back to the snow pea hunt.

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