sixthiterationlogs | The Butcher, The Baker, and the Temporary Zombie Who Can Bake Cheese Buns (For 5 Days)

WHO: Ravi Chakrabarti
WHERE: Bakery
WHEN: August 19 / 20
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Ravi's monthly zombie time, so zombie topics about brains likely

The one thing Ravi truly hates about his monthly time is the period in which all regular food starts turning to dust in his mouth. It's not like they're sitting on a goldmine of takeout here, but it's still absolutely disappointing to have scrambled eggs in the morning and find absolutely no satisfaction in them at all, craving hot sauce to try and add some taste.

It's awful because he knows what that means. It's time.

He digs out his baseball cap and puts it on before perusing the options in the fridge, trying not to go wholeheartedly teeth-first into one of them, though plenty of them have already been sliced and diced what with the need to stabilize two and a quarter zombies in a limited population. Sighing, he decides that maybe it's best to go with what he knows (roughly), so he slides out Peeta Mellark's brain from the fridge and ends up having a secod omelette that day.

Ravi hates how god it tastes, he honestly does.

What he doesn't hate is when it starts to kick in. Sure, the whole romantically pining for someone bit isn't amazing (because he already misses Peyton and Helen enough), but when he suddenly gets the urge to make cheese buns, he'll take that over other weird personality traits. It's why he's fired up the bakery's oven in the dead of night, working through until the morning. Anyone who comes by would see the light, but into the morning, they'll also smell the aroma of fresh bread and cheese buns, though he's not working with exactly the right cheese. No matter. He's steady enough and he can roll with that.

Hat still securely on to hide the streak of white hair, he plates them all up and starts to stock the window display like he's been doing this for years. And, really, with the brain in his stomach guiding him? He sort of has been.

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"It is kind of like a doughnut but very popular in Hawaii. But I'd eat anything you make, it smells amazing in here." He frowns a little. "Why so short?" Normally people tend to stick with new hobbies a little bit longer or at the very least they know they are not going to stick with them.

"I mean, I'm still a doctor, so I'll be back at the hospital to do that," Ravi says, which is a much better answer than him losing his baking skills when he becomes a human being again. "You feel like getting your hands dirty? I bet we've got enough supplies here that you could show me these Hawaiian donuts."

That excuse also has the added benefit of being one where Danny won't dig further. It makes perfect sense to him that a doctor would focus on that. "I'd love to show you but I don't know how to make them. Usually, we get them from various places around town. I could show you how to make pasta from scratch though. Not the same as baking but still..."

Ravi digs through what they've got and finds flour and eggs. This Peeta might not have been a master pasta-maker, but at the same time, he seems to have understood the ingredients that went into it. "Come on, then, don't leave me hanging. You can have a loaf of bread to go if you get me some fresh fettucine."

Not that he's got a good sauce for it, but he'll take it. Maybe Major will even appreciate it, if he's allowing himself carbs.

"That sounds like a fair deal." Danny grins and walks over to set up what he needs on the table. He also grabs a little bit of water. "Fresh pasta is so much better than store-bought." He makes a little mountain of flour before he makes a well in the mountain and cracks in the eggs. Then he sticks his fingers into the middle and starts to gently mix the eggs with the flour. He takes his time with the work, smiling and enjoying the work, a few times he adds a little bit of water to keep it from being too dry. Soon enough he has a firm dough that he spends a few minutes kneading until he seems satisfied with it.

"Now it needs to rest. Preferably in a fridge or something like that. And you don't have some plastic wrap or anything remotely like that do you? We want to keep it from drying out too much."

"I wouldn't really know. I work so much that ramen is a fancy meal, as far as I'm concerned," Ravi says, knowing that it probably makes him sound like a heathen, but there it is. At least he only puts brains in his pasta once a month, though he'd be lying if he didn't say how appetizing Liv could sometimes make it look.

He gestures into the drawers, not sure if they're got the wrap. "A towel?" he suggests, missing Ziploc dearly, not just for this, but in all ways.

"Yeah, if we get it a little damp that should work." He heads over to the drawers and digs through them until he finds a towel and wets it down a little. Then he wraps the ball of dough up in it. "I was like that right after I got divorced. Living on fast food and beer. It wasn't a good time."

Ravi looks at Danny with a wariness and a fear that he can't exactly help. He knows it's not polite, staring at someone like that, it's just the divorce thing. It sort of spooks him, honestly, because he could see it happening to himself.

"What, no fresh pasta sessions after the divorce?" Ravi's joking, feeling like the depression of that definitely would've caused some harm.

"Not really no. I was living in a motel, working my ass off and then in the evenings my brother would come over to keep me company. He was a good guy, Matt." He shakes his head.

"Only child," Ravi says, gesturing to himself. He thinks that probably explains a lot, but it is why he's a doctor. His parents wouldn't have wanted anything else for their little boy.

"I take it he's not here, then, or I missed out on the motel where all the hanging out happens," he quips.

"No. Matt's... dead actually. He got messed up with some drug smugglers." He sighs. "Matt was a good guy, made some stupid choices but a good guy. They gave me his body in an oil drum."

Ravi feels a tightness in his chest because he's seen that before. That's what happens when you're tolerating the enemy like Blaine and Mr. Boss just rolls around town like that. "I've not been in the drug trade myself, but I'm a coroner," he says. "I've seen a few bad ends like that and it's never easy."

"I'm so sorry for your loss," he says, and it might be more emphatic for the brain he's on, but he means it. "You definitely deserve some baked goods for that."

Danny nods. "I should have been able to help him. I am his big brother and more importantly, I am a cop." He sighs and shakes his head. "It is my fault. I knew what he was into and I let him get away. If I had arrested him like I would have with anyone else..." He sighs.

"No, we agreed on a trade, pasta for bread. Besides, it is nice to share."

"Yeah, but you're the one who spilled out your emotions on the table," Ravi points out, so he feels like the trade isn't so fair anymore, but if Danny is going to insist, then Ravi won't fight it. "You can be a cop and not be able to protect everyone. Again, medical coroner," he says, pointing to himself. "Trust me when I say I know."

Danny shrugs a little. "Yeah, but I can't really help out much here in the village, at least a trade is fair." And he smiles gratefully at what Ravi says. "Thanks. And I know you do. The guys working with us... They see a lot of stuff too."

The Butcher, The Baker, and the Temporary Zombie Who Can Bake Cheese Buns (For 5 Days)

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