[center][color=f26522][h1]Ty Varen[/h1][/color][/center]

Ty's little spat with Alberta was interrupted as his third roommate entered the room. A boy dressed in blue who was a breath of fresh air after dealing with the flower princess twice in one day. Surprisingly, although he wore the air of nobility, he didn't seem to possess any of the pompousness that generally came with it. And the informal speech pattern was definitely refreshing to hear. [color=f26522]"Nice to meetcha too, Kress,"[/color] Ty said, the cheerfulness immediately returning to his voice. He just discarded Alberta from his attention as he greeted his roommate. [color=f26522]"Just call me Ty. There's enough 'Mr. Varens' already."[/color] Indeed, things would get unbearably confusing if all his brothers went by that same name. [color=f26522]"I'm sure we'll get along just fine. Hope you like chicken cutlets."[/color]

Ty watched in awe as Alberta unpacked all of her things. Plant after plant, cup after cup, jar of leaves after jar of leaves. Good lord, how much [i]stuff[/i] did one person need. Well, as long as she left room for the cooking supplies he didn't really care. He'd spent plenty of nights pitched out in tents among plants. Really all he needed was his bed and a couple of drawers, so he didn't mind if she took up the space. Being the smallest of a baker's dozen, he was used to a lack of personal space. In fact, even with all of Alberta's things scattered about, he still had more space than back at home. But, there was no time to dwell on that. There was chicken to cook!

As Alberta cleaned herself off, Ty went to work pounding out the cutlets. Just like during his chopping contest, he activated his sixth sense. It was something that gave him an advantage in any form of cooking. He felt the meat, its texture more pronounced to his senses, and got them the perfect level of tenderness before breading them. [color=f26522]"If you ever have any food requests, feel free to ask,"[/color] Ty said as he worked. [color=f26522]"Cooking's my hobby, and I love a challenge, so don't think anything's too hard for me as long as I can get the ingredients."[/color] He seasoned the breading, his nose aware of the specific balance of spices he was using. He tweaked the balance a couple of times and tasted it until it met his exacting standards. Only then did he dip the cutlets in the breading. [color=f26522]"I've learned a lot of new recipes from the cooking club, and I hope I learn even more this year. Oh, and I guess Lanza has to hang out with us now, too, so there's that."[/color] He chuckled, wondering if the seventh seat would even have time to make good on his promise. 

Ty tossed the cutlet on the frying pan. With a simple recipe like this, he'd already perfected exactly how much heat he needed to cook them perfectly. While they cooked, he mashed up some potatoes for the side and boiled a bit of asparagus. No meal by him would be without the proper garnish! Ty was plating their food when Alberta came back from her lair to deliver unto them her divine commandments. Thou shalt not touch mine things, thou shalt not trespass upon the holy land, and thou shalt not approach the sacred trees. None of the holy laws really affected him, so Ty didn't care, but if something was in his way, he wouldn't hesitate to move it. One who lived with others must get used to having one's things moved. This was a law of nature that superseded all divine doctrine. 

When Alberta stormed off, Ty looked at Kress and shrugged. [color=f26522]"Guess she's not hungry."[/color] With that, he split her portion into to and served them both. [color=f26522]"Let me know what you think."[/color] Of course the chicken was cooked perfectly. It was a simple meal, but still fit to be served at a five star restaurant. Ty knew it was cooked properly, but for him, part of enjoying a meal he cooked was seeing others enjoy it as well. 

[@Matsuri][@ERode]