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paradisalogs2014-11-09 11:32 am
deductiongeek) wrote in paradisalogs2014-11-09 11:32 am
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Open Log
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.
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.