kitchen nightmares (open, cooking)

[purgatory]

[align=center][div style="width:60%;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;text-transform:lowercase;word-spacing:-0.5px;"]This selection of food was odd to the child. Never before had they seen such an assortment in a single plate and not have a sweet smell radiating off of it. They were more used to small treats like candy, marshmallows, cupcake and so on. To see something like this broadened their horizon as to what food could do. Though the feline lacked emotions, it was clear they were curious from the occasional twitch of their long alabaster whiskers. They weren't acquainted with Thea nor do they really care to be, but they weren't going to turn down being fed. Judging by her tone of voice, something happened to her and it gave the Typhoon enough reason to not accept her as a member. Keeping that in mind, she wants to repay her crewmates for allowing her to join. Interesting... But not interesting enough to ask about. It was none of their concern and to be quite frank, Thea already proved useful to Cronas. She could cook - granted, not very well but she has potential. If they could encourage her to hone her skills, she'd be chances are she'd be grateful for their actions and cook for them everyday. Or every other day. She'd be their food supply, to say the least. It was a win-win situation for both of them: Cronas gets to eat food and Thea could better her culinary skills. Of course, Cronas could learn how to cook themselves but they would be limited to the way they do things. For example, they may use one spice and think the dish is fantastic but another - let's say Thea - would use a different spice and make it phenomenal. Using this reasoning, it would be inefficient to not eat the food another makes.

Following after Bakugou when he heard their crewmate's cheerful call, the pale feline stopped beside the older male as abnormally light blue eyes looked from him to Thea then the food and back to her. To Cronas, whether a dish looked appetizing or not wasn't what was in question. The taste and texture was the most important followed by the fact the individual took time out of their schedule to feed them. Oh... And the others, they suppose, but mostly them. Large grey ears twitched, listening to what Bakagou said before shifting their attention back to the bowl. His description wasn't wrong and despite not knowing much - or anything, really - about him, they did feel he may act on the casual threat he slipped in at the end. If Cronas dies it has nothing to do with the explosive male. The child would die doing what they enjoy doing: eating and Bakugou wasn't going to ruin that for them by slaughtering the cook.

Although, they suppose a dinner with a show would be pleasant.

Tilting their head to the side as they observed the food for a moment, they looked to Thea once more. "Cronas would like some please." They meowed, fully intended to devour the dish she made for them. It may taste bad. It may taste good. They may ask for seconds or they may die on the spot. Either way, they don't turn down the option for food.