Inside Information (Kane)

[Ginny Campbell]

This is set this coming weekend: January 28th 2012

Snow dusted her royal purple pea coat and the purple hat pulled down far over her ears; snow turned slush made a trail behind her, trekked in from outside.

Her father would be so ashamed.

She shivered, hugging her arms to her chest and standing just inside the door, reveling in the warmth that was a heated building. God bless technology; she wouldn't want to try and survive without such graces.

"So coooold." She muttered. It was only 36 degrees according to the weather channel, not any colder than it had ever gotten in New York, but it was cold enough, cold enough to warrant staying indoors. Certainly if she hadn't already told her dad she was coming for the weekend she would have holed up in her dorm with a mug of hot cocoa.

It was no wonder some animals hibernated through the winter.

Movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she turned to see a Dragon.

Okay, not a real dragon, but damn, those wings sure looked like they belonged on one! The face looked familiar, too, although she couldn't place it; she didn't think she'd seen anyone with dragon wings before. Why hadn't her dad told her he knew someone with dragon wings? He didn't have a name tag, so he probably worked here, and she didn't know, and it was so unfair! If she'd known she wouldn't have asked Doc N to don that dragon costume for the end of her treasure hunt; she could have asked a real live dragon to do it for her!

As her thoughts spun to an end she realized she had been staring, and she promptly shut her mouth.

Real smooth, Ginny.

"Uhhh." She began, giving him a wave. "I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air. And uhhh I guess I totally don't walk unseen since you....are seeing me."

She offered him a grin at that. "And I promise I'm not here to steal your treasure or whatever since I don't think working at Hammel gives you much of a horde. You do work at Hammel, right?"

[Kane Woonren]

Kane walked out of the kitchen, dodging around a student who was rushing into the cafe, leaving a trail of snow coming off his jacket. He rubbed the stubble along his chin for a moment, being careful not to cut himself, wondering if it was still snowing. He was actually rather hot since he'd been in the kitchen all day and it was boiling in there. His wings were folded across his chest, and he struggled with the urge to play with his shirt. He didn't need to cut one of his special shirts, he didn't like keeping his wings inside himself all day. It was bad enough having to keep his tail inside so he didn't hit anyone with it, which was a bit of a problem. Sure he could control the tail, but it was a lot like hands or something. When he wasn't paying attention to it it would fall into the habit of just going back and forth a little, which tended to cause problems. Like tripping people and little things like that that weren't very good when they were carrying food and all that kind of stuff.

He shrugged a bit and started walking towards the office so he could check out for the day. Sure it was a weekend, but not all of the students wanted to go somewhere when there was food this close. Not to mention it was freezing and snowing out. He glanced up at the clock, seeing that it was just about dinner, and he hadn't had much to eat today. He'd had a chicken sandwich for lunch, but it had just been a quick heat up one that they had as one of the options. He stopped in front of the office, yawning and stretching his arms and wings. He wasn't really paying that much attention to what was going on around him at this point.

He walked in and clocked out, not seeing anyone else around. He shrugged, picking up his rather light jacket and walked back out. He was only in a tee shirt because he ran hot. Just because he had an average body temperature that would have most people rushing to bed or the hospital didn't mean that he was completely immune to the weather. Still, he'd have to put his wings back in a bit. He sighed a bit at the thought, walking back out and stretching.

He stopped for a second before looking around, seeing that there was someone staring at him. He was rather used to it. He'd always been a tall kid, and the wings (and tail, but she couldn't see that) didn't really help that much. Eventually she'd feel awkward and go running off, or apologize and talk or something like that. He didn't really care that much, he was more than used to it. Oh, and there was the fact that he was the identical twin of a convicted mass murderer. Other than the things about his powers and stuff like that.

Kane tilted his head when she started talking, he would assume to him because she wasn't really around anyone else. He assumed that she was... quoting something? Maybe? Because that was kinda a weird thing to just blurt out of no where. "Yeah, I'm a cook..." he said, still a bit confused about what she was saying. He wasn't much of a reader, or a watch TVer. Most of his extra money over the years had gone towards cooking classes.

[Ginny Campbell]

"A cook!" Ginny exclaimed, taking a step backwards and then hitting the wall; well that wasn't as dramatically effective as she had hoped. It was difficult to be dignified when running into a wall.

"Do you perhaps like to cook mushrooms?" This was both a reference to the love Hobbits had of the fungus as well as genuine curiosity given her own shared fondness for them. And then interest in his cooking abilities switched over to interest in his more obvious physical abilities.

"So do you, like, breathe fire to grill things? Can your breath roast marshmallows because that would be, like, super cool!" She prattled, throwing all attempts at dignity to the wind in an attempt to figure out as much as possible about his power. She always found meta humans and their abilities to be fascinating, and she had never run across anything remotely like this one before.

"Can you fly with your wings? And do you get all scaly? And do you get an urge to take princesses off to your cave or collect treasure or baseball cards or something?"

[Kane Woonren]

"Yes, I cook with mushroom, sometimes stuffed mushrooms..." he said, his voice trailing off. This was a very strange girl and he wasn't entirely sure what she was talking about in the first place, at least while she was talking about the mushrooms. Ever since he'd gotten the wings he'd gotten stares and questions, although they were usually the 'continuation' ones. Do you breathe fire? Do you have a tail? Do you have scales? Fangs? Claws? A few other billion questions that went along with that, although she was beginning to ask some rather bizarre ones mixed in with the usuals. Even though he had no idea what the first questions were all about.

When she started asking about 'fire breath' he instinctively brought his hand up to his face, breathing on it, and taking a sniff. Did his breath smell bad? As she continued, he figured that she literally meant fire breath. Still, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of mentos and popped one in his mouth, mainly because the moment she put the idea in his mind his mouth started to feel a touch... icky. She was apparently really into dragons, which he supposed wasn't exactly a bad thing. He just had to get used to her quickly chattering on about it.

He waited calmly until she stopped the barrage of questions to take a breath. He raised up his slightly pointed finger in a 'shush' motion before he started. Okay, he thought for a moment, deciding on how exactly he was going to do this. Before she started up again after seeing his hand.

"Yes, I can fly, no I can't breathe fire. My bones are pointed so I accidentally cut things sometimes, so I suppose I have claws. I don't collect anything and the only girl who's ever been in my apartment, not cave, is my younger sister when she was helping me move in." Technically she was the only person other than him who'd ever been in his apartment, but that was beside the point. "No I don't have scales, my canines are slightly longer than normal but other than that I don't have fangs, and yes, I do have a tail."

And no he would not be showing it off right now because while he could get a shirt made that went along with his wings, it was more difficult to make pants that went along with his tail. He could work around it, but his pants tended to fall down. Boxers or shorts, those were fine, not so much pants. He stretched a little bit, a little stiff after spending all day in the kitchen. "Did I miss anything?" he asked. "Oh, and no my skin's not tougher than normal, so please don't try," he said, pointing at the various scars up and down his arm.

[Ginny Campbell]

If Ginny had more shame she perhaps would have been embarrassed to realize she had managed to utterly pigeonhole Kane into a stereotype about dragons based predominantly on a very Western mythos. As it was, she listened in fascination as he answered not only the questions she had vocalized, but even several she hadn't. He evidently had heard these all before; it was a credit to him that he was willing to patiently answer them yet again.

"You have a younger sister?" That was a topic of interest to her; she had always wanted a younger sibling, and while she was thrilled at Niko's adoption she still felt a bit cheated that she had never got to grow up with another child.

"Lucky."

But no princesses or maidens in his life, apparently. Perhaps he was gay; that wasn't uncommon in Pilot Ridge, judging from her father, step-father and all their friends, as well as so many of Hammel's faculty. But it made sense; Pilot Ridge was the most meta friendly city in the United States by virtue of Hammel's presence and Burlington was one of the most gay friendly. Vermont was one of a handful of states that allowed gay marriage. So it stood to reason that gay metas would flock to Pilot Ridge as a bastion of tolerance in an otherwise intolerant world.

At his question she grinned brightly at him. "No! You got it all. That's so cool." And she genuinely meant it, not thinking about all the negative aspects to having an appearance akin to a dragon in a society that feared metas.

"What's your favorite recipe to cook? Maybe we can swap recipes." Her eyes lit up as an idea occurred to her, "Maybe you know a recipe that can get my step-dad to eat veggies. That would be pretty kick ass. I freaking love them, but he's all like, no, if it's good for you it can't possibly be delicious. Whatever, right?"

She rolled her eyes to show what she thought of vegetables being anything short of wondrously tasty.

"Anyway, before I forget, I'm Ginny Campbell."

[Kane Woonren]

Kane frowned a little as he thought about Tammy and Jen, he hadn't talked to them in ages and he felt terrible about that. Maybe he could call his mom and talk to her about getting their numbers.... He snapped out of his head, the frown turning back into a small smile as he pushed back the thought for the moment. No need to look depressed or anything like that in front of people. Once he was back home he would think about it and give her a call about the information. They had been taken in by other families sure, before he was even 13, but he still thought it would be nice to talk to them. Diana was a bartender in town, so he talked to her infrequently, and his brother... well, that was a different story entirely.

"My favorite recipe?" he repeated, thinking for a moment. He didn't really think about what was his favorite thing to cook very often. He had all kinds of different recipes... which ones were the funnest to cook on the other hand. He had a couple of recipes that he was trying now that were fairly interesting.... He bit the inside of his lip as he thought, finally remembering what his favorite meal in high school had been. He'd never really been able to make it much because it'd been a lot of food and they couldn't really afford it very much.

"Probably my Volcano Island meal. I came up with it in high school. If you've ever been to a Japanese restaurant where they cook in front of you, you start off with cooking the onions like that with a few other veggies, but I serve the onions on fire and put them out at the table. Then the main course is a slightly charred steak with a mashed potato volcano and mixed veggies, finishing it off with a chocolate lava cake." Now that he thought about it, that sounded fairly good. Maybe he'd make that soon... if he had someone to cook it for anyway. He wasn't going to make something like that for dinner for one.

"Something to get your step-dad to eat veggies?" He was going to ask who her step-dad was but he figured that that would be a little rude. Maybe later. "Buttered spinach and garlic served on a bed of yellow rice." That was probably one of his favorite vegetarian dishes, which he didn't eat that often. Surprisingly, for a cook, his diet didn't really extend much past the frozen food section. More for the fact that he couldn't afford to cook a whole lot of nice things than anything else. Still, the spinach recipe wasn't that expensive... maybe he'd make it for dinner tonight. Or use the library to look up a couple of other discount dishes that he could make instead. Anything to stay out of his apartment for a while.

"Campbell? You must be the doctor's daughter," he said, well, now he knew who her step-dad was then. He offered her his rather large hand, not really thinking about the fact that she might be intrigued by his pointed fingers. "Kane Woonren, it's nice to meet you Ginny." He was a little shy, but he did like to meet new people. "I suppose you're here to visit your dad then?" he asked, looking at the main office behind him. He actually could not remember where exactly the doctor's office was at the moment. He hadn't been in there since he was hired... and he wasn't really in there for very long to begin with anyway.

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny's eyes went wide as Kane described his Volcano Island meal. It sounded like western comfort food served Hibachi-style, which she couldn't object to.

"That sounds divine," She proclaimed, eyes sparkling with covetousness. "I need that recipe."

Never mind that it sounded a great deal more complicated than anything she was used to cooking; she would give it to her mother. Or maybe even her dad; either of them would be able to handle it.


Maybe. She actually wasn't sure if they could mimic Hibachi, but it was worth a try.

The suggested vegetable dish also sounded delicious, but she wasn't sure Chase would go for it. "Yeah, see, I would eat that, but the moment he saw green he would totes refuse it," She sighed. It was a frustrating conundrum, given how delicious vegetables were. Chase didn't know what he was missing out on.

The only positive spin she could place on his refusal was that this meant more for her.

His accurate guess as to who her father was made her grin as she accepted his claws (that was what she mentally decided they were) in greeting. "Right in one!" She chirped as they shook hands, only giving a slight bend of the waist once they had let go.

"You have no idea how many people don't even get that," She laughed. "Which I guess is fair, not like Campbell's an uncommon name. Woonren is, though, I don't think I've ever met anyone named Woonren before. D'you know what country that's from?"

[Kane Woonren]

"I'll write it down for you if you want," he said with a bit of a nod. It was one of the few things he'd made that he'd come up with himself, not that it was really much of a recipe. It was more of just the overall theme that he'd done himself. Although he did have his own recipe for the cake, now that he thought about it. He was starting to make himself hungry with the talk of food. He could be around it all day and not feel the slightest twinge of hunger, but if he started talking about it it would get him hungry. He called it, "The Food Network Effect." The only channel he actually watched with anything resembling regularity, although he didn't have a TV at his apartment so it was usually in the staff lounge or something.

"So you'd have to go the full 5-year-old-hide-the-peas-in-the-mashed-potatos trick huh?" he said, thinking for a moment. A recipe like that... one popped into his head, not that it was really that much of a recipe. "I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?" he asked, realizing that she might have come here to have a meeting with her father, or something like that. When he was a kid if he hadn't gone to his mother's work to say "hi" or something he wouldn't have seen her some days. He supposed that was why she gave up on foster kids after him... hard enough taking care of just him after his sisters went to other homes.

"If I'm not, there's a recipe I can show you that has plenty of 'hide the veggies' in it. I think there's enough left over ingredients from my class to make a couple of them." He didn't like using the school ingredients to cook, and he usually brought his own when he cooked for himself at the school. It felt wrong to experiment or cook for himself with the supplies the school bought for him to make lunch for staff/students or teach. He usually just had a twinge of guilt using the cooking lab for it in the first place.

"If I'm holding you up I can give you the recipes later or something, I don't want you to be late or... whatever?" he said. He folded his wings, realizing that they were taking up an awful lot of room in the hallway. Even though it was unlikely for a stampede of students to rush down the hall, you never knew here. The clubs tended to get out at about the same time.

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny nodded in confirmation t Kane's guess regarding the types of recipes necessary to trick Chase into eating veggies. "You would think a grown man wouldn't put up such a fuss about it, but nooooo. I don't know how dad lets him get away with it. He and mom would never have accepted that from me."

Her eyes lit up with interest as Kane mentioned showing her how to make one of his recipes. She rather enjoyed cooking, though she wasn't as good at it as her parents; she hoped with practice and time she would be.

"Would you?" She asked hopefully. "No, no, you aren't holding me up. I'll see him later," She waved off his concern about her time, tone dismissive. "I come up here all the time. He can't bitch about that."

She shoved her hands into her pockets, looking up at the dragon-man enthusiastically. "So if we make it can I take some with me? I mean, if there's only enough for us to make a little and try it, that's totes cool too."

She paused for a moment before asking. "Umm. So is this like in the cafeteria? Or is there a home ec classroom we can cook in?"

Admittedly she wasn't familiar with the locations of the classes themselves; she knew where classrooms were, but not what classes were where.

[Kane Woonren]

Kane avoided making a comment that he imagined that the girl in front of him would not particularly like. Still, he guaranteed that the Doctor's husband probably had other ways of convincing him to let him be a baby besides a temper tantrum. Although he knew absolutely nothing about their relationship. Or anyone around here's relationships really. He didn't interact with the staff a whole lot aside from awkward filler conversation in the staff lounge. Still, it was better than the very little interaction he'd gotten in his past jobs. He'd been about the only one working at the convenience store, and conversations at the restaurants had been limited to him being told the orders and him saying they were done.

"Well, okay, as long as you think it'll be okay..." he said. He really didn't want to hold her up, but if she said it was okay, she probably knew him better than he did. He hadn't interacted with the Doctor at all in a while, so.... He gestured down the hallway towards the labs off to the side. The cooking lab was near the end of it, although he'd once used the Bunsen burners in the Chem lab to make roasted peeps because the cooking lab was busy and he couldn't find anything else.

He took a peek inside, making sure that there wasn't anyone else inside when they got there. It was the weekend so there weren't any classes, but you never knew when someone might be using it or a teacher having an extra credit lesson or something. He'd thought about making a cooking club for some of the students in his class that had managed to master the intricacies of boiling water and not cutting themselves with non-sharp objects. He shrugged a bit, he would think about that for a later thought.

"Here we are, the cooking lab. Less cramped but less well stocked than the kitchen, but it should be fine." He walked across to the cabinet, opening it up and pulling out a powder blue apron and putting it on. "Take a seat anywhere, but if you want to be close I'll probably use the station near the door there," he said, pointing. He walked back to the fridge, leaning down so he could see inside. After a minute of looking through, he removed a jar of jalapenos, spinach, two spiciness levels of salsa, eggs, bacon, bell peppers, onions, and hash browns. He brought them over to the station, setting them out next to each other.

Next he reached into the cabinet and pulled out a package of pita bread. "Welcome to cooking lesson number one," he said, putting a pan on the oven. "Hidden veggie breakfast burritos." He pulled out a couple of knives and a cutting board, looking over to her. "So how many should I make, and would you prefer Mild or Hot salsa?"

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny followed Kane down the hall, continuing the snow trail that had followed her into the school, though it gradually petered out as the snow crushed against the soles of her boots and dusting her hat and jacket melted.

When they entered the classroom she made herself comfortable, watching as the adult pulled out ingredients. She wished she had brought pen and paper along, but she supposed that since he had mentioned writing it down for her he would take care of that.

The question of how many they should make caught her off guard, however; she had assumed that he would make that decision, as well.

She furrowed her brow in thought, calculating the ingredients as well as the fact that there were two of them there, and she would like to entice Chase with one if possible, and she couldn't leave out James or Niko.

"Maybe......five or six?" She suggested. "Do you have enough to make that many?"

Did they have something she could port it in? That was another question, and her eyes landed on the row of cabinets above the counter tops along the wall.

"Is there tupperware around here or will we have to get creative?"

[Kane Woonren]

"I've got more than enough ingredients for them, and I think we have some more tortillas, not that I think anyone really uses them except down in the cafeteria. I was actually surprised there were any in here to begin with." He looked through the bag for a moment, counting off how many they had to work with. "I can make 10. I'll take one and you can have the rest. Usually if I cook a lot I'll just take it over to the dorms. Someone over there'll usually snatch up anything edible pretty fast." It was a school after all. And when some of your students had lightning fast metabolism... well, he was surprised some of the students didn't live in the cafeteria.

"So I'll mix and match the Salsa. Five mild and Five hot, if that's alright?" he said, washing his hands and ignoring the gloves next to him. They were mainly for the students and he always ended up ripping them anyway so it really didn't make that much of a difference. He started chopping up the onions and the other items, not noticing one of the onions start to roll away from him. "It's not exactly a complicated recipe, and probably not the healthiest, but it still has veggies in it," he glanced over, seeing the onion about to hit the ground. Without thinking he leaned over, stabbing it with his finger and pulling it back over. They were sharp enough to get through a couple of layers to pull back. He wondered why he'd had that reaction instead of just grabbing it. He shrugged a little, setting it down behind the cutting board so it didn't get away again.

"I think there are a couple of containers in my drawer that I didn't use this week," he said, pointing towards the front of the room. "It's the bottom left one, if you want to grab them." It wasn't exactly his class room, but he was the one who taught the dedicated cooking class, so he did get a drawer and a little room in the cabinet. You'd think it would be mostly students that liked to cook, but most of his classes were students that wanted the Home Ec. credit and didn't want to have to do sewing and that kind of thing that they did in the regular class. He had since learned that, to some people, learning to 'boil water' was about as difficult as say... trying to build a working motorcycle from scratch.

He'd go ahead and replace the ingredients after he was done, just in case the regular teacher was planning on using them. After he was done chopping the veggies and such, he moved onto the eggs. He put a bit of cooking oil and butter in the pan, starting to crack them with one hand, using the other one to move the butter around and get it nice and even, placing them in it one after another. It'd be a lot of eggs, but he was scrambling them so it made a bit more sense to do it a few at a time rather than one after another.

"So why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?" he asked, a little less out of his head now that he was cooking. There were three ways to get him nice and calm. Get him cooking, get him flying, or get him in a wide open space. Provided that he wasn't in the middle of his depression period, those were three ways to get him pretty open.

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny watched with fascination as Kane began his work, clearly at ease in the kitchens. "Sounds good," She agreed as he laid out his plan, though she wouldn't have been too likely to argue with someone who was doing her a favor.

She noticed the onion escaping seconds before Kane speared it, managing a "Watch...." before he had brought the deviant ingredient back to its proper place. "Good catch." She grinned, hopping over to the cabinet he had directed her towards in order to fish out the containers.

"Bottom left..." She murmured, finding the appropriate drawer and rummaging through for something that looked as if it would be large enough for nine burritos. Waving them triumphantly she seated herself at the desk closest to the counter top Kane was working on, setting the containers on the desk and propping her elbows on the edge, chin in hands as she focused her attention back on Kane.

"Is there a hands on component to this lesson?" She asked as she watched him scrambling eggs and mixing at the same time. She had to admire that level of multitasking; she could cook, but she certainly wasn't that talented.

His question surprised her, though she tried not to show it. She didn't mind talking about herself, anyway, and so she chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip with a grin. "About me, huh. I guess you already know my name and my dad, so we don't have to start at the very beginning. I go to the University of Vermont, which is hella convenient for visiting. I'm sure dad's just sick of me now."

She knew that wasn't true; her father always seemed so pleased to see her. If she truly thought he wasn't she wouldn't bother.

"I'll be twenty in August." She swelled proudly; she would no longer be a teenager. Perhaps people around Hammel would begin treating her as if she were an adult! "I haven't officially declared a major, but I'm thinking engineering. Although the engineering students can be douches sometimes, but I guess everyone can be, you know?"

She shrugged casually before asking, "So did you go to culinary school?"

[Kane Woonren]

"Hands on?" He thought for a moment after she asked the question. He'd already taken care of most of the things. "You can take care of the bacon if you want to. I just sort of toss it into the middle so it doesn't have to be mixed with any of the other ingredients." He cut open the bottom of the package with his finger, pulling off the plastic wrap and setting it closer to her. "You'll probably want to use one of the other ovens, I tend to take up a lot of space. However you to do it is fine, if you want to, anyway. Other than mixing and cooking there's not a ton left to do."

He put a little bit more oil in with the veggies and finished off with the eggs, starting to whip them with the whisk. He listened as she talked about where she went to college and things like that. "Well, I'm sure your father isn't sick of you." He really didn't know what else to say other than that. He was sure that she was kidding, but he didn't know with some of the kids that he'd grown up around. Not that his own mother didn't have her own share of... difficulties when she was raising kids.

"Twenty hm?" Most of his birthdays had passed by relatively unnoticed by anyone but his mother. When you were 6 feet tall at age 14 people already tended to think you were older than you actually were, except for maybe the basketball coach. And they started ignoring you when they found out you had no competitive drive and were afraid of popping the ball. "I'll have to keep that in mind for the future," he said with a nod. He continued the cooking, starting to get some things ready to get it all put together.

"An engineer? Like the building bridges kind or the build machines and that kind of stuff kind?" He didn't know a whole lot about engineers except that one of his regular as the convenience store back in New York City was one. He liked to try and make Kane feel stupid by using a lot of words that he didn't quite understand and talk about things that were way over his head. He tended to just smile and nod about things like that. It was somewhat difficult to get him upset.

"Not a real one," he responded to the culinary school question. "Mostly I learned through practice, and whenever I had some spare money I'd take a cooking class or something that was open to the community." He hadn't had a TV back at his old apartment otherwise he probably would've gone ahead and watched a lot of food network and things like that too. Although he had access to a TV in the staff lounge and he didn't exactly watch that a lot either. He didn't like spending that much time in there... was a little cramped in the chairs and he felt bad taking up the whole couch.

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny accepted the bacon, careful not to touch it with her hands as she trotted over to the oven Kane had indicated. After much fiddling she had the stove top on, and a pan out, watching the bacon sizzle while attempting to listen to the instructions the dragon man was giving.

"Yup. Twenty." She nodded, quite pleased that she would no longer be a teenager. And he was even treating her with respect, which was more than some adults did.

"I was thinking more along the lines of software engineering. I think nuclear or electrical engineering could be fun, and that's always in demand, but then when you have nuclear disasters like in Fukushima then it's like, who has to deal with that? The engineers. And I dunno if I want to put myself in that kind of danger, you know?"

When the bacon was done she grabbed the handle of the pan, carrying it carefully over to Kane's work space. "Yeah? I guess I wasn't sure if you'd need a culinary degree to cook at a school. Hammel doesn't offer scholarships or pay half tuition or anything like that?"

She admittedly wasn't familiar with education-related perks the Institution might have for employees; her father had attended college while a student there, and that was of course when she was too young to have absorbed all the particulars.

She placed the pan gently beside her teacher before standing with her arms crossed behind her back, staring eagerly at his delicious creations.

"This doesn't look too hard." She commented, although she supposed she would have to see how hard it really was when she didn't have Kane there to do everything for her.