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This world exists kind of outside of time and space, right? So it makes sense that the time and space within it would be atypical.

[Oh no, there's two of them.]

Careful not to burn yourself! We're cooking latkes, not spider people.

But, it brings all of us in, and in theory we're all effecting its internal workings. Thirteen also relies on us to essentially add to the magic as far as I can tell with our full potential... So, I genuinely wonder if its atypical or our presences and perspectives like alter that any.

[Nerding intensifies.]

I've burnt myself before, so, wouldn't be the first or last time.

["I've burnt myself before" going on the list of less-than-reassuring responses, thanks Peter.]

Is that why they give us some kind of role that makes us, like, inherently magic you think? Because if we're supposed to add to the magic, bringing in people like me would be kind of pointless otherwise.

[On account of literally never having magic before.]

[To cook, one must be burned at least a few times.]

Maybe? Its a really good theory honestly. We're changed when we come here into us, but slightly more magically inclined. It makes me wonder if we're just using Thirteen's own magic to propel things forward, or if she gave us a part of her magic to create our own as we get stronger?

[The latkes are definitely popping in the oil, but Peter is keeping an eye on the pan.]

[Casey tilts his head curiously at that.]

I just realized I don't usually see you with any kind of role traits. You don't use them?

Mine just kind of... happen when they happen-? [Peter admits with an embarrassed shrug. He really should figure out more specifics about his role and their traits.] When I'm really happy about something I know my wings and halo show up.

Huh... I guess it really is different for everybody.

[Probably good? It would suck if they all showed up and were stripped of their individuality or something.]

Every person is different, so, I would kind of guess magic would manifest differently for them. [Peter muses idly back, his halo slowly taking shape behind his head as he lets his mind wander of it. Curiosity is strong enough emotion to make the magic flourish.

His attention flicks from the latkes to find a utensil to flip them over.]

[Casey watches that halo appear in his peripheral, trying not to stare lest he accidentally startle it away or something. Besides Rue's, he hasn't seen many, so call him curious.]

The same kind of goes for familiars, too. Like, why did I get a pangolin? Why did Leo get a weasel thing? There's probably a reason, but it isn't like we get a manual when it happens.

Thirteen really just wants us to figure things out, I guess? Which, sure can be freeing, but, it's just as confusing. Maybe even scary for some people. [Indulging his scientific curiosity just makes the wite web pattern pulse and ripple.

Peter finds a pair of tongs, giving the latke a flip. The color is just right, a golden brown.]

[Trying...! not...! to stare....!]

No kidding. Um. I kind of freaked out the first time I changed, I had no idea what to do, and I couldn't change back for like an hour. I couldn't even walk!

[Peter gets oil popped at him. It splashes against his hand and he can't help but make a face.

His halo dims slightly. The web pattern stops moving as large black lined eyes similar to those Casey has seen on Peter's mask appear, narrowing in seeming displeasure before disappearing again. He wipes his hand on his apron.

Peter is wholly unaware of the sightless eyes appearing in his halo, just fixated on talking with Casey.]

Honestly, I feel like Thirteen should give a little more advice to Familiar's. Turning into a whole new shape is so jarring. Until you talk to another familiar, you have no idea why or how it's happening.

[That's so trippy. Does Peter even know? He's acting no different. He doesn't know, does he.

Fascinating tbh-]

I think it'd be nice if we at least got a memo on the animal. I didn't even know what I was for three weeks.

[Peter snorts a little at that, his halo dimming slightly.]

To be fair, you do turn into kind of an obscure animal? Most people just turn into cats or dogs around here, or some variation of that shape. I think it depends on the person.

[Casey makes a noise at that, finally shifting his gaze back to forming latkes.]

Me and Rue watched some documentaries on them. They're obscure because they're hunted... in the past, they were endangered, and in my time definitely all gone. It reminded me of one time as a kid, I asked Master Michelangelo if we were going extinct.

[The latke he'd been forming breaks in his hand, and he frowns, trying again.]

Maybe I'm a pangolin because I'm the last one... from my world.

[But that's a little cruel, isn't it?]

[Peter carefully uses the tongs to fish out the test latkes, moving to set them on a metal cooling rack. So far the potatoes are holding shape pretty well.]

Maybe...? [The eyes blink back on his halo as Peter looks back at Casey. Peter's brows pinch together. The large Spider-Man mask like eyes seem to stare through Casey.]

Or, it might be because you're a survivor. There aren't many left, yeah, but, there are still some pangolin's. They're still here. They'll survive with help.

The Krang wanted you gone, but you out lasted them. With help you survived.

[Peter rubs the back of his neck with a free hand, suddenly a little embarrassed. His halo blinks out entirely.] Sorry, that... probably was dumb.

Isn't that kind of the same thing?

[It isn't, and he knows it. There's a cynicism to what he said. Peter's version sounds more hopeful.

A ninja's greatest weapon. He was the hope that sensei sent into the past. He'd needed help to survive there, to save the world. It does fit.

He exhales quietly, setting down the last poorly shaped latke. Maybe he needs a little break from that, his hands are untrustworthy right now.]

...It's not dumb. It's a nicer way of thinking about it. I'm sorry for being such a downer.

No, you're allowed to feel however you want, Casey. [Peter says simply back, moving to click the fire off under the oil. He can reheat it easily enough.

He can guess Casey maybe wants a bit of a break for a moment given the exhale and squashed latke.]

Do you want like a drink or something? I went overboard in making snacks for the party too, if you want to test run one of those.

Oh, ah... sure, yeah. Throw whatever you want at me, I can take it.

[-That sounds like he thinks Peter's about to poison him. Not the plan.]

...Or, you know. Anything's fine.

I promise you, Casey, nothing is poisonous. Just very Jewish. [Peter jokes very lightly back in an attempt to help Casey relax.] Wash up real quick, it's mostly finger food.

[Peter gives Casey an out to wash up and maybe cool down a little as Peter himself moves towards the fridge.

He grabs a small plate on the way over from the rack of dry dishes. Peter deposits at least two apricot triangles and one smaller sufganiyot. He brings the plate back over.] I guess you get to tell me if these are alright or if I should just stick to latkes.

Edited (WOW WTF HAPPENED TO MY SPACING) 2023-12-31 22:05 (UTC)

I don't expect poison-!

[But okay, okay, he deserved that joke. He quickly washes his hands, then peers over at the plate. They look kinda... dusty? (Has he had icing sugar yet? Today's the day.) Still, he'll never not try something, so he wastes no time eating one, and then the other. ...Yeah that third one isn't staying on the plate for long.]

Delicious!

[Which is what he'd say even if they were mediocre because he doesn't really know any better, so maybe know your audience, Pete. But they're probably fine.]

[At worst, both treats are a little too sweet at the moment, but still competently made. Obviously first tries at both recipes.]

Thank you, I'm- really glad you like them. [He's relieved since he's still figuring things out.]

Are you bringing these to the party, too?

[Because he should, they're tasty as heck. Casey's licking his fingers now.]

Yeah, I figured they'd be fun to have alongside the rest of the food. [Peter answers back easily, maybe doling out another dessert for Casey.] It's like, traditional cultural family recipes for me anyway.

[That dessert also disappears in record time.]

This makes me want to look up Japanese desserts.

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