Cooking for Cupid (open)

[Kane Woonren]

The Saturday before Valentine's Day

The flyers had been around school for a week or so, he'd only made a small note and posted it on front of the home-ec door, but apparently one of his students had taken it upon themselves to make a number of advertisements and hang them around the school. At least, he thought that it was a student, it could've been another teacher for all he knew. The original note had simply said,

"Any students or staff looking for cooking ideas for Valentine's Day, I'll do a workshop on the Sunday before at about 4 pm here.

Kane Woonren."

The notes that had made their way around the campus had been slightly more elaborate, with a couple of hearts and chocolate graphics, and said:

"

Hello students and staff!

Promise to cook your other a nice romantic meal for Valentine's Day?

Want to do something a little more romantic than just a corner booth at some packed restaurant?

Just looking for some romantic cooking ideas?

Come to the Home Ec. Room on Sunday, 10 February, for your lesson in cooking up romance, from Hammel's Dragonic Chef, Professor Kane Woonren.

Be there, or be on the couch!"[/center]

He couldn't help but feel like there was a lot more pressure on him now, and he also couldn't help but feel that someone had put that up there as more of a prank than anything else. Still, he supposed now he might get one or two members of the student or staff in the room, so he wasn't just sitting in the Home Ec. room, alone, in the fairly silent hallway after he was done making lunch in the Cafe.

He walked down the empty hallway, his standard powder blue apron already on from lunch, his wings and tail spread so that he could feel comfortable for a change. It was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, well before he expected anyone to be getting there. He stopped in front of the room, putting his key in the door and opening it. He always made sure to look it when he had food in there, after he'd left it unlocked one day and returned to find a massive number of cupcakes he'd stayed up all night making, eaten or missing.

He flipped on the light and and walked over to the fridge, his tail swaying slightly behind them. He was completely focused on the 'lesson' for the workshop, and he wasn't really thinking about anything else for the moment. He didn't want to think about anything else for the moment. He set out a number of things he'd made. He hadn't been too sure what to make, so he'd made a few things for every meal. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and, of course, dessert.

Most of the things were fairly quick meals (and all the hot things were cold right now) but they were mostly for demonstration anyway. He'd been careful about presentation, not what he normally worried about when he was cooking. Unlike some of the chefs on TV and at some restaurant, he was of the opinion that food should taste good before they looked good. Who cared if a cake was tall and impressive, if 80% of it was actual cardboard with frosting on it?

After he'd finished setting everything out at his desk, which'd only taken about ten minutes, he walked behind it and sat on the stool, waiting for four o'clock and running the lesson through his head, and doing his best to ignore all other thoughts.

[Vincent Meian]

As his last training session for the day let out, Vincent stepped out of the training room and reminded his student of the points he needed to cover before the next lesson, sending him on his way once the teen had confirmed the "homework" plan. It wasn't a terribly early day, nor was it late - had it been a school day, classes would have let out only half an hour ago, so there was more than enough time to finish extra paperwork or complete his own training for the evening before returning home to cook for his family.

However, on his way back to his office, the tall trainer noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Pausing a moment, he looked at the flier that had been posted on the wall, noting the date had been for today, and the time only an hour from now. Normally, Vincent didn't partake in anything he didn't plan beforehand (as spontaneity wasn't his strong suit), but cooking lessons were something he tried very diligently to attend, even if his skill had been honed for quite a few years. New skills and techniques arose in almost everything as time went on, so why shouldn't he attend? Plus, it would grant him an audience with the ever elusive Home Economics teacher - someone he'd been hearing about here and there for months.

Deciding that it would not be untoward to do such a thing, the tall man walked from the administration building to the home ec room, taking his time despite his longer strides eating up the distance quickly. With a quick glance to the rather old cellphone in his pocket for the time, he nodded amiably and slid it back into his pocket. Shortly after three o'clock - not a bad time to be there. Perhaps if there was something he could do to help, the Japanese man could aid the teacher in preparation.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked, and he pushed the door open, glancing about the room briefly as he walked in. He'd only been here once before (just a few days ago), and the amenities in the room still amazed him for a boarding school. Everything was clean and tidy, save for the teacher's station, which had a number of rather interesting-looking dishes laid out over the counter. The older man gave the meals a cursory yet extended overview before turning the man he'd noticed briefly but who now had his full attention.

Kane Woonren was someone Vincent had been wanting to meet for some time now. He'd heard good things about the man's cooking from not only students but from other staff members, and from what he'd gathered elsewhere the draconic man was also rather kind and soft-spoken. For a man of his supposed height, that was generally a good thing, especially now that statements of the younger man's form were proven true. He was tall, even seated, and he certainly would have looked quite fearsome if he didn't look so nervous.

"Good afternoon," he greeted politely, giving the younger man a slight dip of his head in respect. "You are Professor Woonren?"