Gotham City visit, day 2.

[basic_powers]

It's morning. Actually to clarify things, it's morning in Gotham City, set in the apartment of Dinahs Lance, Snr. and Jnr. There might be birds outside, or that low soft whistling might be the house guest, having found some eggs to fry up for breakfast, while the morning wake-up aroma of fresh coffee spreads through the apartment.

Despite the very late and unsociable hours of conciousness last night, their house guest found himself rising with the dawn as per certain habits. Namely those of 'getting people fed' and not becoming the recipient of the ice-water wake up call.

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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah gives him a thumbs up and stretches the phone cord out as long as it will go while getting herself donuts and a coffee.

"Hey, what's up?"


"Really? None of you?"



"Is everyone there? Not even Diana?"



"Well, I want to come up anyway. It's worth a try, right?"


She's silent for a while.


"No, I can talk. A friend. He knows about me."



"A friend, geez."


She rolls her eyes at Beauford.

[basic_powers]

"...tell whoever it is that I am going to be far too busy cooking for a small army to really hear anything properly." Beauford snickers, putting two roasting pans of chicken pieces into the oven, and then a third pan full of chicken and cloves of garlic in under the first rack, set to slowly bake.

The bones and scraps get set aside as he starts chopping the veggies for the stock rather noisily. Dinah ought to be able to talk and listen, but it's to drive a point.

[raptorcanaria]

"He's cooking!" Dinah says, finally coming to a sit in the chair by the phone. "Yes, that friend, so show some respect."

She puts a hand over the mouthpiece and yells at Beauford. "Bottomless pit says more of that garlic chicken!"

She knew he would.

But back to the phone. "Yeah, would you mind? It's worth a try."

[basic_powers]

"Tell bottomless pit to wait forty minutes and he'll have a whole bird roasted with garlic and red potatoes to himself." Onions and herbs into a dish for later, carrots and celery in a separate container for later...

Chicken scrap meat, breast meat, and egg whites get put into the food processor while bell peppers, red onions and olives sizzle in a heated pan.

He almost asks 'what is worth a try?' at that last bit.

[raptorcanaria]

"Hang on."

Dinah covers the mouth piece again.

"Forty minutes? Would you mind if I nipped out? I know I've been the world's worst hostess."

[basic_powers]

"You've also been the most injured hostess I've stayed with." He's smiling though, having said that.

"Go out and take it easy on that leg, I've got enough cooking to keep me busy for a while, if you really need to go."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah shoots him a grateful, relieved smile

"Give me ten minutes to suit up," she tells the 'phone. "And come to my apartment. There's snacks."

There's snacks, right, Tyler?

[basic_powers]

There is a half-dozen of those sage-browned butter ice cream sandwiches in the freezer along with the mojito sorbet and shortbreads.

And if those don't do, he's got some baked sweet potato fries with sour cream dipping sauce coming off of a cookie sheet by the time Dinah's fully dressed is costume. He will not forget being so put onto a quick spot though.

"Snacks are ready, does your friend want the homesteak fries or the ice cream sandwiches?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Can I have both?"

That is said from a man in a red all-over catsuit that has just appeared in the kitchen, already reaching for a sweet potato fry.

[basic_powers]

It really says something that Beauford only tenses for a moment from the OMGSUDDEN PERSON.

"Sure, blue-lidded box in the fridge, help yourself." He answers, after having sucessfully squashed that urge to jump like a startled cat. "The fries are still hot."

[raptorcanaria]

He had already discovered that, and had recovered from it by throwing the fry up in the air, catching it and blowing on it frantically as he zips over to the fridge.

"Hi, I'm the Flash, by the way," he says. "Canary ready yet?"

Canary is limping, in full costume, from the bedroom to the bathroom. "The one time you're on time, really? Give me a second to redo my bandages. This is Beauford, by the way."

[basic_powers]

"Beauford Tannen, pleased to meet you," He's recovering from the speedster shock, which means Beauford is grinning like a ten year-old at meeting the Flash and extending his hand to shake with the fellow Justice Leaguer.

[raptorcanaria]

Flash engages that hand in a warm, enthusiastic handshake. "You're the maker of the delicious foods? I've been telling all our new teammates about your talent."

[basic_powers]

"All of you are going to end up giving me a swelled head with this sorta flattery." It's hard not letting his ears go pink right now. Good god, Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman all hearing the praises of his cooking?

"I'm going to be visiting Dinah a while, cooking up another batch for the freezers."

[raptorcanaria]

"Really? Great! You know what they say, any friend of Dinah's..."

He says all this while before disappearing an ice cream sandwich in a blur of red, at about the same time Dinah appears, walking steadily on her bandaged knee.

"OK, I'm ready."

She gives another apologetic smile to Beauford. "We won't be long. I might not even be ten minutes."

[basic_powers]

"If you need to take your time," There's something that needs her, and all of them. Best to take time to see it done right.

"It was great meeting you, sir."

[raptorcanaria]

Flash grins and helps himself to another fry as he wraps an arm around Dinah's waist.

"You don't h..." he starts, but then, in a weird blur, they're vanished.

[basic_powers]

...Okay, Beauford justs has to laugh at that a bit, seeing as the Flash didn't even finish the sentence.

"Do I call you The Flash or the Bottomless Appettite then?"

Eh, no audience around to hear him...and no one around to see him for the next ten minutes so out comes the mp3 player and the funky beats for the kitchen.

And some of the funky moves, since he is pretty much jamming out while making some stir-fry along with the west African stew.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah is, in fact, twenty minutes, and lets herself in through the front door after a green flash appears overhead.

She pulls her wig off and walks straight into the kitchen, slightly more subdued.

"This smells delicious."

[basic_powers]

"The african stew, the roasted garlic chicken, the stock, the french chicken loaf, or the cheesy tomato bread disks?" He's still smiling and hovering over the stock pot. It's important to know which one is getting her attention, but he's guessing it's the bacon-wrapped chicken loaf that's cooling on a wire rack.

[raptorcanaria]

"The whole kitchen," she says, but she ends up hovering by the chicken loaf. "Do you need any help?"

[basic_powers]

"Help me set up some more cooling racks, the two roasting pans should be done soon and they'll need to rest and cool." He's moving out of the way for the stove and taking a moment to look over what else needs doing.

"Then it's just boring and tedious potato peeling to make cheesy au gratin for a while..."

[raptorcanaria]

"Well, I can probably peel potatoes."

Maaybe. Not very well, it has to be said.

But she can set up cooling racks, and test existing dishes for heat to see of they can be moved. Space can be found on counters! And then on the living room coffee table of all places.

[basic_powers]

It is a mad wild wonder that GL didn't stick his head into the apartment from the sheer depth of the smell of so many kinds of chicken dishes being cooked.

Soon enough, there's chicken cooled off enough to be picked clean, stock to be strained and left to set in the fridge, a new batch of stock to make from the newly picked-clean bones and rice to be put onto another pot. Brown rice of a batch large enough to cover both the meals for the Justice League and the apartment for lunch.

Which really is creeping up quickly on those working in the kitchen.

"...phooo...time for a break."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah, sitting at the counter to take the weight off her leg while she works, sets the potato peeler down definitively.

"Oh good. If I have to be surrounded by this food much longer wihtout eating it, I'll kill something."