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[apuckalypse]

[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.

[heyunderoos]

[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.

[apuckalypse]

[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?]

[heyunderoos]

[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.

[apuckalypse]

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.

[heyunderoos]

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.

[apuckalypse]

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.

[heyunderoos]

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.

[apuckalypse]

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.]

[heyunderoos]

[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.]

[apuckalypse]

Are you bringing these to the party, too?

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

[heyunderoos]

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.

[apuckalypse]

[That dessert also disappears in record time.]

This makes me want to look up Japanese desserts.

[heyunderoos]

[Casey Jones, dessert eater extraordinaire.]

You should, cause that'd definitely be cool. The only Japanese dessert I've ever had was like ice cream mochi from the grocery store. I don't know if that even counts.

[apuckalypse]

[Given enough practice he will become a pro.

Also he's licking that sugar off his fingers so he can fish out his relic and take some notes. Mochi...]

Feels like, if you're going for fancy desserts, homemade is the way to do it. Cookies from the store don't taste the same as fresh baked.

[Check out this fool, 5 months out of the apocalypse and he's some kind of connoisseur.]

[heyunderoos]

Only counter argument I have for that is if its a specialty store or something. Outside of that, most store bought stuff is mass produced and not as good. [Peter is really up here just encouraging Casey's hot takes. Connoisseur Jones In The House.]

[apuckalypse]

[Oh no, a new category has entered his awareness.]

What counts as specialty...?

[heyunderoos]

Like... the person went to culinary school and only makes this kind of specialized food? Like macarons or a special kind of pie? May and I used to see a lot of those shops, but never went in since they were super expensive back in New York.

[apuckalypse]

[....

Adds 'macaron' alongside mochi to his notes. That one's a new word.]

We can probably afford just about anything here, if we find any specialty stores.

[heyunderoos]

[Time for Casey to become dessert connoisseur. New arc unlocked.]

True, I just got used to thinking of them as 'Boujee', y'know? [Peter pauses, realizing Casey probably has no idea what that means.] It's slang, for like- when someone buys something they can't afford to look rich. It's a whole thing.

[apuckalypse]

[....

Also adds "boo-gee??" to his list.]

That's weird. Aren't people allowed to treat themselves?

[heyunderoos]

They are, it's just... more a commentary on people wanting to seem really rich for status, even though they had no money for what they really need? It's very New York.

[apuckalypse]

...How long do you think it's gonna take for me to get used to real society...

[There is so much he doesn't understaaaaand.]

[heyunderoos]

Probably a while. Like... a good while. [He seems apologetic about Casey needing to deal with any of it at all.] I'm sure being here will help make it a lot less jarring?

[apuckalypse]

I guess this is a lot gentler of an intro to normal life than jumping right into New York City.