I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter (CLOSED)

[coldhardy]

CHARACTERS: Elsa and: Nuala, Elizabeth of York, Gwen Stacy (TASM).
LOCATION: Here and there.
WARNINGS: Magical Girls?
SUMMARY: Elsa makes some new friends.
NOTES: Catch-all log for a few people. Starters in comments. (Open log to come next month!)

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[timeisluck]

The ship is big enough, and the people on it are spread apart enough that Gwen isn't sure just who is and isn't around. And between the space flu and her propensity to bury herself in work in a desperate attempt to leave, she hasn't exactly been socializing all that much either.

It's getting easier, though, to relax a little. And she isn't sure whether that's a good or bad thing.

Nevertheless, Gwen echoes the other girl's smile with one of her own. Less guarded because that's just the sort of girl Gwen is.

"Oh - hi," she returns. "I'm Gwen. Where are you headed?"

[coldhardy]

"Hello, Gwen." Elsa seems to warm a little -- being on the receiving end of friendliness makes her a little bit more confident, and most people around here do respond well to any overtures she makes. "I'm going down to the first level kitchen to see if anyone is cooking anything. I'm trying to learn, but... well, I'm not very good at it." She finishes with a dry laugh at her own expense.

Her propensity is to cool things, not to heat them, but she doesn't seriously think that's why cooking has been hard for her. Instead, the trajectory of her life, the fact that she's never had any reason to expect that she wouldn't always have servants to take care of her every need unless she rejected them by choice, has left her fantastically ill-prepared to feed herself. Most of the other things someone might need to know how to do are irrelevant, but this one has turned out to be a problem.

There are only so many days in a row when she can stand to eat cheesy fish noodles, and she doesn't know how to make very much aside from that.

[timeisluck]

"Cooking," Gwen repeats, her smile shifting to wry and a little amused. "Yeah, not exactly my best skill either."

Which is a bit odd considering how natural chemistry comes to her. Cooking is basically chemistry, isn't it? And yet ...

"Do we have any really good cooks on the ship?"