[b][center][h1][color=fff257]ACION[/color][/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/HueIEl5.png[/img][/center][hr][/b] [color=fff257]”Uhh, ok.”[/color] The words were like wind blowing through his ears. He wasn’t given the time to react properly when Donny suddenly pushed him into the cooking position. And he wasn’t even able to reject when the guy poured out a bunch of ingredients and handed out instruction in a verbal manner so unlike him that Acion thought he was possessed by some sort of dark side of his personality. Ok, now what? [color=fff257]”Hollow out the pickle?”[/color] He scratched his head, wondering what the hell did he mean by that. Hollow meant creating holes, so he meant holing the pickles, at one end. [color=fff257]”This is definitely advanced level of cooking.”[/color] And what could Acion made? What had he ever made? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Aside from instant ramen, or occasionally handle the cooker for his mother. His only cooking experience aside from that was watching Master Chef, and that was nearly 5 years away. But at least he could remember a scene when the leader of the team won the final prize with his grand dishes. He couldn’t remember the exact name, but it was something relating to pickles, and he also hollowed it. Perhaps he could take that as references. Firstly, Acion took the kitchen knife that Donny gave him, placed the pickles on the cutting board, and began the process. It should be going well when… [color=fff257]”Hmm, this knife sucks…”[/color] It was a pretty old knife, used for so many times that it had become blunt. Unfortunately, he did not have a sharpener here, so he couldn’t really renew it. [color=fff257]’Come on, move!’[/color] It was refusing to move to his will, so Acion began applying more forces, trying to impale it through the pickle. It continued to be stubborn, so again, he pushed it harder and harder, until… [color=fff257]”HNNNGG!!!”[/color] …he stabbed himself. His mouth and vocal cord was signaled to scream, but his brain stopped it at the last possible moment. The last. Looking around to see that no one was paying attention, he checked his injuries. Oh good…thanks to the knife’s crappiness, it only managed to slice off a peel of his skin, barely making it into the blood vein. [color=fff257]”Ok, we’re alright, we’re alright…”[/color] He calmed himself down. To hell with this knife… Having decided that he had taken it enough, and would not let his hand be a jumbled mess of blood and tears, Acion decided to rip out the feathers on his wings, and used it as a substitute.[hr] [color=fff257]”Ok…”[/color] It turned out pretty well… The pickles, although did not look artistic, with several knife marks in places where it should not have been there, at least was hollowed. Now to add in the peanut oil in the pan. He had several times looked at his mother doing it back when he was still a primary schooler, and now he was going to imitate whatever he had in his memories. But as it turned out, he poured maybe a little too much [color=fff257]”Ok, ok. This shouldn’t be too bad.”[/color] Until the pan came on fire. As an immediate response, Acion flinged all the pickles into the plate as if it was some sort of throwing objects. And as it turned out, the frying was completed! Literally…for some reasons… Halfway through, but as the peanut oil was scattered everywhere in his workstation, he had to put another layer. This time with more care. The second part was the mix. He was to heat up the cheese sauce and get it heated before mixing it with mustard. It was simple, and so was the practice. He could have sworn it was the easiest among all. But damned him if Acion was right. He wasn’t paying attention when the pan started to make pepping sound. The mix was placed on too much heat that it was beginning to burn. [color=fff257]’Oh shit…’[/color] He hastily took a pan and pried all the mix out. [color=fff257]”Ok, ok. It is not badly burned…Calm down, the process is over.”[/color] He’s not doing this again…ever… The next few minutes were spent to finish up the dish, and then the taste. Picking one of his products and took a bite of it. His head plummeted the moment after. It was edible, and not too bad, mediocre to some standards. But comparing to what he had eaten, it was not at all a nice dish. [color=fff257]”I seriously need a cook of my life…”[/color]