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[color=667c0c]"Appreciate it, man. But I’ll let you get settled for a day or two before you wine and dine me,"[/color] Idris did a soft smirk even as his eyes remained relatively neutral.  Idris knew that, unless he did something to help in the future, he would not get to experience his cooking unless he came to the restaurant and ordered it there.  Still, it was not like Idris needed to tell Wes that at this time.  He could come to learn regret over that loss on his own.  [color=3b9ae1]"Food bribes already? Guess camp etiquette’s not so different from college."[/color]  Idris smirked, and this times his eyes betrayed a little more sparkle than when he smirked at Wes.  Food bribes were one of the few things he could use to get something he wanted in school.  That, and the promise of going to a party.  Still, he always loved to cook for others, and college was one of the easiest places he could do that without expectations.  [color=667c0c]"Lewski on the other hand…"[/color] 

[color=#d87093]“I don’t like the word ‘bribe’, I just like to cook for others!” [/color] Idris paused as he followed Rae’s lead down towards his cabin.

[color=3b9ae1]"I’m not gonna say no to a kitchen. Half the reason I survived finals was because my roommate knew how to cook. But maybe we should see what our cabins actually look like before planning anything. For all I know, mine really will be that mini-fridge full of ice cream… and some leftover pizza at best."[/color]

Idris squinted ever so slightly at the words that came out of her mouth.  Left over pizza and ice cream?  While some might call that the breakfast of champions, Idris would call it a cry for help.  If Rae was subjected to that terror, he would at least offer her the occasional treat if he could help it.

[color=3b9ae1]"So… you’ve got a lot of experience in the kitchen, I take it?"[/color]

[color=#d87093]“You could say that,” [/color] Idris took a second to think.  How much did he want to reveal about his backstory?  Would that be something the other godly children would exploit?  Idris decided that this woman was kind enough to help him pick out a cabin and was skilled enough to pronounce his full name almost entirely correctly.  [color=#d87093]“I practically grew up in my mom’s restaurant back in Halifax, and I fell in love with the craft!  She taught me everything she knew, and I worked most nights back there with her until I went off to college.  In the end I did come back and was actually preparing to open the restaurant for the breakfast crowd when [i]dad[/i] showed up and sent me here,[/color] Idris looked over towards Rae, [color=#d87093]“kinda a dick move if you ask me but it was my first interaction with any god so I don’t know if that is typical of a God, or if it is just him.[/color] 

Idris was about to return the question back on Rae when he caught sight of his cabin and stopped in his tracks.  He gripped his bag a little tighter as a sudden wave of unease washed over him.  While his face did not change and betray the cool, calm demeanor he presented, Idris was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the events that led up to it.  He would need some time later for some self care, and he hoped that his perfect cabin had a TV that would allow him to watch some terrible comedies to help ground him back in the moment.  [color=#d87093]“Well, my cabin is your cabin, let’s see if the gods know what I like,”[/color] Idris chuckled as he led the way towards the door.  As long as it had a TV, a workout space, a nice kitchen, and a comfy bed that would be enough.  There was absolutely nothing else he would want or need in his perfect cabin.

Idris turned the door handle and pulled the door outwards.  Once he had enough room, he stepped inside and looked around for a light switch.  Once he found it he stepped to the side to allow the others to follow him in.  As he flicked it, he was pleasantly surprised by the warm lighting found inside.  His eyes instantly caught the rather large kitchen to the right and a large smile crossed his face.  Idris counted two separate stoves, each with two burners each side by side.  One of the stoves had a grill top, and the other had a griddle.  Each had a rather large oven underneath that should be more than enough space for him to cook a large meal at a moment's notice.  His eyes slowly rose upward and saw the large vent hood over the top that would make keeping the cabin clear of smoke easy.  There were two refrigerators, each one on the outside of one of the stoves, and next to them, various cabinets filled the space between them and the wall.  And in the island between the kitchen setup and the entrance to the cabin was a large granite island, complete with a sink right in the center.  There were barstools on one side of it, and the other side offered a lot of free space for Idris to move while cooking.  Idris let his bag slide off his shoulder and he gently placed it on the ground as he walked towards the kitchen, set with a smile on his face.  Yet, in the perfectly polished and mirror-like finish of the first fridge, he spotted something truly horrific.

Idris slowly turned his body and saw that on the other side of the cabin, there was a large stage with flashing, colorful lights that bordered the edge of it.  Near the front of the stage, centered perfectly, was a mic stand with a wireless microphone attached at the top.  There was a large screen behind it that Idris knew, even with it turned off, was meant to display the lyrics of a song that one might sing.  Next to this grotesque home karaoke bar setup were two large display cases filled to the brim with every last medal, trophy, and award Idris had won in archery, football, and basketball.  There were even photos of Idris as an athlete, newspaper clippings, and even the specific arrows that won the competitions that were framed as if they were award-worthy on their own.  While there was a comfortable-looking couch on the opposite wall of the front door, and a TV hanging on the wall, he could not keep looking at the damned Karaoke set.

Idris now knew his dad was truly an asshole.

Idris’s right eye twitched at the display.  He knew he couldn’t stop the others from seeing that, but he could do his best to redirect any conversation that would come from it.  He turned back around and walked towards the first fridge and opened it, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips.  There was meat, vegetables, and everything else he would need to cook.  He assumed the pots and pans were under the island, and any and all spices would be in one of the many cabinets.  He turned around and faced Rae and Wes, forcing a smile across his face as he did.  

[color=#d87093]“It looks like I should be able to cook something from the restaurant![/color]