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Who: Add, Genos & Saitama
Where: Radegast's temple
When: March 29th
What: Genos does some baking.
Warnings: Add's complete inability to understand boundaries, probably. Will update if needed!

Luckily, Genos had already posted directions to his god's temple a couple weeks ago over the network, so Add doesn't have to bother him to ask for directions. Instead, he just shows up. Completely unannounced. Will anyone even be home? Does it particularly matter? Ah, if the temple is empty then maybe he can just let himself in and start making preparations...

But since he's not sure, he'll at least give them the courtesy of knocking first. Maybe ring the doorbell, if there is one.

Whoever decides to open the door will see Add standing there with a cheerful(?) expression, arms loaded with plastic bags full of baking supplies—flour, eggs, butter, various bags of sugar, mint liqueur, a multi-bit screwdriver, lots of chocolate, measure cups, a mixing bowl, flashlight, magnifying glass, a small camera for documentation purposes... you know, normal baking stuff.

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"We don't wanna buy any."

A bald, slightly annoyed, head peeks out from behind the now open door. Saitama never imagined he would get door-to-door salesmen anymore, but here one stands. He seems to be selling... baking supplies? Home goods? At least it isn't some bill collector like Saitama originally feared.

His toothbrush is hanging out the side of his mouth and a bit of drool is slipping out. It's almost bedtime after all.

His smile drops.

... Who the hell is this guy?? That's not his favourite cyborg Genos. And to so rudely tell Add off like that, without even saying hello...!

He pauses to take a step back from the door, glancing around to double-check that it's the right address. No, no, this is definitely the right place, it matches the description perfectly... so if that's the case, this must be...

"You're Radegast, correct?" he asks, frowning slightly. "This is for Genos. He's expecting me."

Kind of. Well, he knew Add was coming, just not the exact time or day it would happen.

Genos in the meantime runs down the stairs to see what kind of visitor shows up so late. Someone in need? Emergency situation? Or...

It's Add. Oh.

He almost stops mid step, but that just takes a second. Soon he's right next to Saitama.

"I know him." he confirms, and then turns to Add. "You should have notify first. It's kind of late for a visit."

His mood instantly improves again once Genos steps into view. He grins wide, eye sparkling.

"Is it? Kukukukuku, after I deciphered the formula and acquired the necessary materials I didn't want to make you wait any longer than necessary. It's better to do these things while they're still fresh in the mind, don't you agree?"

He doesn't particularly care if anyone agrees. Add takes a few steps closer to the door again, getting as close as he possibly can without bumping into anyone. He will stand in the doorframe itself if he has to. No one is going to shut him out tonight, he will get inside this temple.

"Ah, but if it's too late for today," he quickly continues, inching himself further into the entrance. "Of course, I don't mind waiting until tomorrow. I'll setup all the preparations so that the experiment can proceed smoothly first thing in the morning. Would that be preferable?"

Genos looks at the groceries. Then he looks at the various tools. Finally moves slightly away from the door frame so a space one could sneak by is made.

"It's just a mint-chocolate dessert isn't it? Stop talking about it, like it's some weird experiment." He glances at Saitama and tilts his head. "It will take some time to make. If you want an after-midnight snack, I'm not the one to decide if it happens."

Yes, throwing the decision responsibility onto his god, classy Genos, classy. But what else was he supposed to say? If Saitama wants to sleep, the mess in the kitchen will for sure keep him awake. Somehow Genos doubts, that Add is going to keep quiet.

Saitama snaps out of his thoughts when Genos speaks to him. He had been tuning out as soon as Add started rambling about formulas or something. Isn't it just called a recipe?

"Huh? I don't care," he shrugs and motions for Add to step in. He can't recall ever seeing the guy before, but then again he barely knew anyone here. He closes the door behind the kid.

"I didn't know you had friends here, Genos," he teases and brushes his teeth a few swipes. It might seem like a rude comment to anyone who wasn't used to their brand of banter. Genos hadn't mentioned inviting company or anything about making food together, but Saitama's oddly proud of him for actually socializing. And he never says no to Genos' cooking.

A glob of toothpaste falls from his mouth onto his own shirt. With a short yelp he scuttles off back to the bathroom, "You know where the kitchen is, dude."

He doesn't need any more invitation than that. Add continues to chuckle quietly under his breath as he steps inside, giving Saitama a wide berth (did he just let something dribble out of his mouth? disgusting).

Saitama also makes the mistake of calling him and Genos friends. Of course, it would be possible to mistake the relationship as something like that without proper context, but...

"I am here to observe Genos' capabilities as a highly advanced piece of technology fused with human intellect," he corrects. "This is a scientific curiosity, it has little to do with personal attachments. Don't misunderstand."

With that said, he put down some of the bags so he can pull out a small stack of cookbooks. There are several coloured markers inserted between the pages. He holds it out to Genos.

"I was able to find several variations on the recipe using similar ingredients. There were also several other mint-chocolate flavoured desserts that could provide additional sample data. They are marked in green and pink respectively. I look forward to tasting your unique variation on the final product, keke."

Genos takes the books and quickly skims them. Most of them include something about freezing the halfway done matter from either 2 to 4 hours. Others required some cooking.

"Looks like it's going to be a long night ahead of us." he lets out a small sigh, but luckily he didn't had to wake up early next day. Plus he will now have a chance to observe if the newly attained ingredients will refill themselves according to Saitama wishes. Self-refilling fridge was one thing, but they could really use a self-refilling box of sugar, salt or rice. "Prepare for some napping before these are done."

He starts to boil water in the saucepan, and absentmindedly decides, he really could use an apron.

The moment Saitama leaves the bathrooms he throws in his own explanation.

"What he said is correct. It is a merely mutually beneficial trade relation. I'm using him to run groceries for us, and he's getting a part of the desserts in return."

Finally out of the bathroom, Saitama returns to the kitchen only to be bombarded with more overly long explanations. It doesn't surprise him that Genos would interact with someone who was equally as wordy. He was peeved at the guest admitting to only looking at Genos as a curiosity, but he trusts his shinki to take care of himself.

"You're making some kid get our groceries? Where'd you two meet, anyways?" he says while pulling up a chair. He's content with just watching the younger two work on the dessert and eat their finished product.

Add lingers off to the side, giving Genos space so he can work. He'll consider assisting with the baking if it's requested of him, but mostly he's here to take notes. So far, the cyborg's technique seems fairly normal...

It's a bit annoying to have his contributions summed up as "kid who runs groceries for them", though. Seriously? That's it? He's a genius engineer, not an errand boy! This is a one time deal!

Well, unless it makes it easier for him to get close to Genos... he'll consider it an option.

He sighs, pushing aside his annoyance for now. No point in arguing with or distracting his subject. He glances over at Saitama. "It was on White Day, during the chocolate incident. It would be impossible for me to ignore such a brilliant display of advanced weapons technology, so of course I investigated."

They set half the park on fire.

No one got hurt, and the one cat that was too close to fire got saved, so it wasn't THAT bad.

But yes, they did indeed set park on fire.

"He's getting the food in return, so it's a fair trade." he answers, while searching for a blender. Well he finds a big bowl, that's a first thing. Looks like they don't have a mechanical blender, but they do have a whisk.

Will do.

With impossible speed and accuracy he starts to liquidize egg yolks and double cream. There are some perks of being a cyborg in the kitchen, you can do for a makeshift blender. The minus is that he might get his clothes a bit dirty. Ugh.

"Do we have an apron?"

"Oh. That's when we met too," he feels awkward saying so when it's not really true, but it's true enough in their current situation. The intensity in which the boy watches his shinki strikes Saitama as a bit strange. Maybe the kid's just awkward and likes those mecha anime?

Saitama's ears perk when Genos asks for the apron. They have so much crap crammed into the house that there must be an apron stuffed somewhere. He stands and starts going through some of the many cabinets in the kitchen for one. He finds one, but it's tattered and full of holes. Totally useless as far as aprons go.

"You're really into cyborgs, kid. Uh, do ya happen to be one too?" he asks, head in the cabinets. Saitama isn't sure if its a rude question considering the only cyborg he really knows is Genos. And Genos had never seemed bothered by his questions.

Watching Genos work is truly fascinating. It's a simple action to perform, but to be able to stir with that much speed and control without spilling a drop...!

Well, okay, maybe spilling a few drops. But even a proper blender would do that much! Add takes a half-step back from Genos just to be safe, though. As interesting as this is, he doesn't want to get splashed because he was standing too close.

"Mm, I wouldn't say I am one, but..." He trails off, allowing a thin stream of electric light to crackle out from the centre of his eye. Yeah, that's probably not his natural eye colour, to say the least. They're convincing from a distance, but it's much more obvious up close. Most people aren't born with power symbols for pupils. "Technically, I suppose even a small augmentation would qualify someone as a cyborg. Whether that's the reason behind my interest, I can't really say for sure, but I do find him much more fascinating..."

And then he trails off again to stare at Genos some more. Ahhh, if only he could remove the external casings to see what's going on inside... all he can really admire like this is the smooth movement of the joints. And so quiet, too...

Genos now alternates between adding and dissolving sugar in the saucepan. Total three minutes of boiling the recipe says. After that, add it to the blender combo and liquidize again.

"Isn't the definition of cyborg something like... person or other living organism with certain physiological processes enhanced or controlled by mechanical or electronic devices? Even if it's just an eye, it still counts." he doesn't notice the eye crackle though, as he's focusing on the dessert.

After that he adds some mint chips, and vanilla, mixes it one more time and pours it into three glasses. "And now it has to freeze for three hours, so the performance is over, waiting starts."

Saitama watches the new kid reveal his eye, but isn't very impressed. He's already seen far more unique things from Genos to be shocked or in awe by something that small. He's about to ask what his eye can do when Genos interrupts with some tech-talk that flies over his head.

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"What? Three hours?! Why would you guys pick something that takes three hours?" he asks, barely keeping it above a whine. It's already pretty late and eating a dessert at that hour would probably make someone feel sick anyways.

Saitama also isn't about to extend the weird kid an offer to stay at their place overnight.

He opens his mouth to respond, but... okay, Genos kind of has a point. That's literally the definition of a cyborg. He frowns instead, slightly annoyed. Isn't there some more specific word he's thinking of? A word for someone with significant machine upgrades to the point where they could be called either machine or human, and one for someone who only utilizes minor upgrades while still remaining mostly human. He's pretty sure there is one...

Add drifts back to attention once Saitama starts making a fuss, though. He certainly wouldn't have an issue with staying overnight if he had to, but of course, there's another simple solution to this problem. He starts to grin again, chuckling under his breath.

"There are multiple recipes marked down. Three hours is plenty of time to begin working on additional samples, kekekeke." 'More desserts' is always a good solution. Maybe something else in there would be faster to complete, or at least kill some more time while they wait...

Genos takes the other recipes, and skims through them. "Chill for two hours. Freeze for four hours--" Aand then there is a cupcake recipe.

"Preheat the oven to 350°F" Genos orders Add. "It might take less then an hour if we work together"

Genos gets a big bowl and starts adding sugar, flour, baking powder and all other things on the recipe, while using his hand with a whisk as a make shift electric mixer. They don't have one, but he can rotate that thing just as fast.

"I'll need help with the cream too, that's step two." Now he's looking at Saitama, and even handing him the recipe.

"Hm? Oh! Sure," Saitama rises from his chair and grabs the recipe. He ~~reads~~ looks at it and realizes it's a bit more complicated than anything he's tried to bake before. He gives it one last glance before handing it over to the weird kid.

"Here. Make yourself useful," he says plainly. Which is pretty inconsiderate considering the guy had run out and bought everything they're using, What was it about that weird laugh that reminded Saitama about something? As Saitama is working on his portion of the recipe, a thought hits him.

"Oh, uh--," shit had the kid introduced himself? "have we met before?"

Add nods, turning away so he can quickly set the oven to the required temperature. It's a simple enough task, so he's not about to complain.

Except when he turns around and the recipe is being shoved in his face. He winces, giving it a once-over from afar. This is... altogether too many steps. He came here to be served delicious sweets by a cyborg, not make it himself. A genius like him shouldn't be performing so many menial tasks.

He folds his arms so Saitama can't hand it to him.

"Not really, unless you want to count a brief exchange on the BBS."

Are they trying to ignore the work? Genos looks at them from the side, darkly and intimidatingly. Good thing he doesn't have that apron right now, it would take away from this looks. The bowl and whisk kinda do, but he's not aware of that.

Plus, you can kill someone with w whisk if you're creative enough, so that's still a weapon.

"Step two." he reminds, not really caring who will eventually focus on it.

Saitama settles for balancing the recipe on top of the brat's head as he tries to remember. He was never good at remembering names or faces, but he saw a lot less people than he used to these days.

"Ah!" he pauses stirring the cream and chocolate and turns to Genos.

"Is this that weird fanbo-- why do ya looked so pissed off?"

... That look is just a little bit frightening. Add's survival instincts finally decide to kick in as he quietly snatches the recipe off his head. Okay, fine, he can help.

Saitama is dealing with the filling, so Add can take care of the frosting. He's being absolutely meticulous about his measuring, though, so it might take a little longer than necessary for him to get started on it... if it says "one cup" then he is putting in exactly one cup! No more and no less!

"I told you I'm not a fanboy, I'm a scientist. A researcher." Something like that, probably.

"And an engineer, so to speak" And that might come in handy one day, as no one on Near Shore is really trained for cyborg first-aid.

Genos keeps his frowny expression and continues with the preparations but he's actually... surprised, how well that went? Maybe whisk really is more dangerous than he's aware of. Perhaps there was a strange serial killer case with a whisk..? Either way, it's good to remember its effectiveness for the future.

Periodically checking the temperature of the oven. When he fills the muffin cups turns out, he could make another set.

"18-20 minutes it says" and now he's even a bit excited. Curious what kind of disaster the collaborative effort can produce

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