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[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and Anyone
Where: Kitchen
What: Cooking is tough when you can't reach the counter.
When: Now 

Conan had been seven for four years now. But there were some things he didn't think he would ever get used to.

The simplest tasks became complicated when you couldn't reach anything more than three feet off the ground. He couldn't open doors without jumping. He couldn't reach a sink or a cabinet without a chair and some impressive gymnastics.

Which naturally had made eating a challenge in Paradisa. With no adult guardians to play the part of a kid for, Conan had been forced to fall back on his own extremely limited cooking skills. He could make coffee and barely heat something up in a microwave. And if he skipped a meal now and then?  Well the brain worked better with an empty stomach anyway.

But after the heated argument with Dairine from a few weeks ago about his ability to take care of himself, Conan had been determined to prove that he could do better. Cooking was just following instructions, right? How difficult could it be?

And that was why Conan was now perched on a chair in front of the stove as he tried to puzzle through a stack of cookbooks and instruction manuals.

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[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel had seen a great many strange things in Paradisa's kitchens. Conan delving into the study of cooking barely makes the top ten. If she did not know that he were not truly a child, she might worry more about him harming himself in the practical application of his study, but as it is, she is content to go about her business.

She gathers her own ingredients-nothing much, just a few vegetables, enough to throw a salad together- and sets them on the counter, sparing Conan a glance as she does so.

"And what is it that you are studying so intently?"

[deductiongeek]

[He was frowning fiercely at the book in front of him. How did Ran ever manage to do anything with such ridiculous instructions? They didn't explain anything.]

A challenge.

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, that is a vague answer, isn't it? Galadriel moves to peer over his shoulder.] I gather, then, that you are not particularly skilled at cooking.

[deductiongeek]

It wasn't an important skill to have before.

[And now he was seven. And short. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[A raised eyebrow] Did you not eat before? [She has servants to cook for her. She doubts he does.]

[deductiongeek]

There is such a thing as take out.

[And Ran was always coming over to stock his refrigerator with meals. But there was no way he would confess that to Galadriel.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Ah- yes, it takes her a moment's pause to remember what that is. But when she does, she nods.]

I suppose so. But it is well that you have decided to learn; it is a most useful skill.

[deductiongeek]

Its a boring skill.

[Sadly, most of what Conan knew about cooking concerned all the different ways to conceal poison in it. ]

[inafadingcrown]

And yet here you are. [Which she seems far too amused about.]

I could help you, if you wished.