Do You Like Waffles?

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Characters: Reno, Tseng, Cissnei, and Sephiroth
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Sephiroth is coming to town - but are the Turks on the naughty list?
Location: Lindblum, Theater District
Date: Morning after this post
Warnings: Turks, Sephiroth, and Reno's mouth.  Need I say more?



For once, Reno didn't sleep in, nor did he need to be pried out of bed.  In fact, he rose pretty damned early - knowing that a certain silver-haired former-General was going to be stopping by.  The sun had only had a few minutes to shine directly in the redhead's eyes before he was shuffling around sleepily.  A shower and shave later - and dressed in just his boxers and trousers - found him getting a pot of coffee going in hopes to help wake up his coworkers. 

One cup was carried up to Tseng's room, and with a gentle knock and call to warn the man he was coming in, and he nudged the door open - offering the mug of warm wake-up juice as a peace offering.  "Got coffee ready, and I can make toast without burning it.  Anything else might want someone supervising..." he admitted with a sheepish smile.  "Figured I'd start early, considering who's coming."

He paused, then flashed a grin and a tip of his head.  "Got any requests?  I can at least get the stuff ready..."  Getting eggs out, or flour out, or whatever else was needed shouldn't exactly lead to blowing up the kitchen, after all. "I'll go make sure that Cissnei's up, too."  

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[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

After leaving Tseng's room and knocking on Cissnei's door, he'd actually headed to the kitchen, himself - taking out the items they'd need to get a real breakfast started up.

"Hey," he murmured as Cissnei padded in, sipping at his coffee and flashing her a hopeful smile. "This ought to be an interesting morning..."

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it," she replied. "Don't tell me you plan on staying shirtless." She leaned against the kitchen counter, pushing aside some of the things he'd gotten out delicately as to avoid any accidents. "I couldn't convince Zack," she began quietly, almost sadly. "Think we'll have more luck with Sephiroth?"

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

He stopped his work for a moment, moving to sling an arm around the girl in a gentle hug. "I'm sorry, Ciss. Zack can be a stubborn ass when he gets it in his head to be. But..." He sighed, letting her go so he could get back to collecting foodstuffs, hunting for eggs.

"Sephiroth agreed to come, which is more than I can say for Zack right now. I know we'll get that stubborn ass to see reason eventually, but... yeah. I think we'll have more luck with Sephiroth. Until he snapped, he was good at keeping a level head, being reasonable, and realizing when an offer really was in his best interest." He gave a little nod, then smiled at the girl. "Here's hoping he hasn't changed too much"

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

She smiled weakly at him. Reno did have a point on both accounts, so why did she still feel so... bad? "Guess you can only lead a horse to water." Cissnei shook her head and took another sip of her coffee. He probably hates her, why should she feel otherwise towards him? Hmph. Asshole.

"Need help with anything?"

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

He gave up on the eggs - they obviously weren't in the fridge, and since Tseng hadn't made mention of them, they weren't all that important. Instead, he took out some fruit and bread, butter, and orange juice - snorting at Cissnei's comment.

"I'd say something about comparing Zack to a horse, but..." he winked and shrugged, then set the bag of bread by the toaster and scrounged around for two knives and a large bowl.

"It's fruit-slicing time. Add a bit of honey and some lemon juice and the apples shouldn't brown before the big-guy comes." He flashed her a grin, passing over three apples and a knife while he took a mango, a pear, and a bunch of grapes for his own work. Nifty how bomb-making expertise could help in the kitchen - he'd learned that citric acid stopped browning. As did honey, which had a few hundred other uses. "I figure two oranges and a few dozen strawberries and we'll be good to go. Shiva I could go for some cake right now..." Leave it to Reno to think of cake at a time like this!

He dug out a lemon first, though, and bruised it up a bit before slicing it neatly in half and squeezing it over his hand to catch the seeds as the juice fell into the bowl. He repeated with the other half of the lemon, throwing the rinds away - juice waiting for the apple slices.

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

Cissnei let out a short laugh and stifled it quickly. "Yeah, that might be a little too nice for him." She took the knife and apples from Reno and first washed them before cutting when she gave him a quizzical look about his cake comment. "Cake sounds pretty good actually."

She began to slice them in perfect eighths without missing a single beat, setting each neatly aside one next to the other. Cissnei wasn't much for making meals (she never had the time for it truth be told) but this she could handle easily.

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

Small cubes of mango and pear were added to the apple slices as he worked on his own pile of fruit - it really was the only thing he could do, as well. Hell, Reno could burn water at times.

Once the few items that needed to be chopped were finished, he pulled out some oranges and began to peel them. "After all this is over, and after whatever it is Rufus wants to chat with me about, I'll go out and get us some cake from... somewhere. Anywhere. Got any flavor you're in a particular mood for?" He flashed the girl a grin as a few sections of orange were dropped in their fruit bowl.

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

"Well," she began with a mischievous smile, "you know my one real weakness is chocolate. But I'll let you pick this time. You done over there?" she asked as she began to collect her knives and used cutting boards to clean. "I won't be surprised if Sephiroth inspects every inch of this house to see if it's clean," she said with a bit of a scowl. Sure she was organized and was a neat freak, but it was entirely too early to even think about that, coffee or not.

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

He arched a brow at the petite woman, clearly surprised. "Is he that picky? I never really noticed. But then, the Turks and SOLDIER didn't exactly mix often." It was true. The Turks were specialized forces used for covert, precise operations. SOLDIER was called in for brute strength, intimidation, and open strategy. "Let's just hope that the man isn't given a full tour of the house, then," he added with a groan. His own room wasn't bad - but then he hadn't really accumulated much. It was the same as when he was in their home world, too - better to be capable of just picking up and moving on, in his mind.

"I think we're done here..." he insisted after glancing at the bowl, a belated reply to her question from earlier. "Just gotta stir it up and all. Then get dressed." Well, more dressed. Half dressed would not be all that impressive.

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

"From what I've gathered, he seems the type to be that picky. He might be more lax considering the last chat you had with him." She grabbed all the knives and other things they had used and started to wash them and setting them on a towel she had laid out for her to dry them quickly after. "You do that, I'll finish up here."