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First Date

Characters: Stiles and Rapunzel | Closed
Date: October 1
Location: Wood, and then Earth Sector
Situation: Stiles has asked Rapunzel out on something resembling a date. Asti and the rest of Keelai is about to keel over from shock.
Warnings/Rating: Probably none. Rapunzel's a Disney princess, after all. I think there are laws against that kind of thing.

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Stiles knocks on the door to Rapunzel's suite for the second time in as many weeks. Only this time, he's there to ostensibly take her out to dinner. This is honestly the first time he's asked a girl out for dinner and had her say "YES" so it's a huge, world-shaking deal for him.

He's wearing his jeans, and a Keelai-style shirt in green, with a Mandarin collar. It doesn't suit him, but it's better than the same plaid shirt he's been wearing since he got here, right?

Oh god, please let this go well...

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Rapunzel had spent a good portion of the day cleaning her suite and prepping the kitchen for dinner that night. She had already rolled out a pie crust and had it setting in a tin, awaiting a filling and top. Around the kitchen there were pots, pans, knives, and other assorted ware she would need to make their meal.

After set up she had gone to clean up, washing the flour off of her hands, and even her face. After her talk with Korra, she had been wondering non-stop about this "date" she now had with Stiles, and had found it impossible to stop. She should try to clear things up between them, but she was looking forward to just having a good time that night.

She answered the door and gave him one of her brightest smiles.

"Stiles! You're right on time."

"Punctuality is my middle name. Well...no, it's not actually, but you get the idea."

He grins back at her, just as brightly, and holds up the bags of goodies. He was also looking forward to having a good time tonight. Even if his expectations were slightly different than hers. Not too much. Just slightly.

"Where should I put everything?"

Rapunzel stepped aside from the doorway to let Stiles in. "If you could bring them right to the kitchen that would be perfect. The stew can take a while so I want to get that started right away."

It was her first time cooking for anyone but herself and her mother, but Rapunzel was confident enough in her cooking abilities that she wasn't too worried about it. Besides, other things were too busy weighing on her mind.

Doing as directed, he unpacks the beef, veggies and drinks from the bag, arranging them on her kitchen counters.

"Thanks for cooking," he says with a charming grin. "I mean, I could try to cook for you in return but I can barely manage a grilled cheese. I eat out a lot."

"I don't mind," she told him honestly. "I was always cooking and baking back home."

Rapunzel, whose hair was down at home, was careful to maneuver around the kitchen as she went through to things Stiles had brought with him. Her hair, for the most part, was actually outside of the kitchen space.

"Do you think you could do some cutting for me though? It will help things go faster."

And he is very careful of it, conscious of where he puts his feet. He kinda has to, if he doesn't then he turns into a little bit of a spazz. And that could be very bad.

"Of course! It's not gonna be totally perfect, but I'll do my best."

"That's fine. It doesn't have to be perfect." She beamed at him as she handed the carrots, onions, and peppers over to him. Carefully, she slid a knife and cutting board across the table so he could start. She meanwhile, began cutting the beef into smaller pieces for the stew.

"Did you have a good day today?"

Okay, Stilinski. Careful with the knife now. If you cut yourself and bleed all over Rapunzel's kitchen, you're officially a total loser. So it's a very careful Stiles that picks up the knife and starts working at the onion. It's certainly not fast, but it's deliberate.

"Yeah! I had an earlier shift today at work, I switched so I could come over tonight. How about you? Anything fun and exciting?"

"I think I may be starting a job?" She sounded unsure and it came out more of a question than a sentence. "There's a shop that designs and makes clothes for people here, in styles like their homes. The owner asked if I wanted to come work there."

She was still nervous about starting a job; having to work in close proximity with other people, but the idea was exciting at the same time. Making clothes, especially as a comfort to people who were strangers to this place, was appealing. And Rapunzel didn't want to live off of other people's charity forever.

"Hey!"

He stops what he's doing for a second and turns to her fully, a giant grin on his face.

"That's awesome! Congrats. You're gonna do a great job, I know it."

Knife back down on the board, and he crosses to her to give her a congratulatory hug.

She stiffens slightly as Stiles first hugs her, but relaxes quickly. She took a moment to appreciate just how different a hug from a boy was from hugging her mother.

"Oh, um, thank you." Her voice came out more flustered than she would have liked. "I'm really looking forward to it."

He's a little flustered too, his face going a little red as he blushes. But then he steps back, and gets back to chopping onions for her.

"Did they say how much they were gonna pay you?"

Rapunzel cleared her throat and began to move the stew meat into a large cast-iron pot where it sizzled and popped over the heat.

"Not yet. We haven't talked about the details yet. DO you think there's a certain amount I should ask for?"

"Well, it depends."

He slides a pile of sliced onion toward her, knowing it was best if they went in with the meat. He'd watched his mom cook enough to know that, at least.

"I think you should set a base rate, for simple stuff like what I wear. Jeans, t-shirts, that kind of thing. And then you should charge more the more ornate it gets. Especially if you have to weave the fabric first. I mean, I've despaired of finding a plaid print here."

Suddenly, Rapunzel was rather curious about what exactly plaid looked like, and how to make it. She dumped the onions into the pot. The smell of the cooking food quickly filled the kitchen.

"That makes sense," she agreed. "The more work that gets done, the more money it should cost, right?"

Stiles and his plaid shirts are just...necessary. The mandarin collar thing just doesn't work for him.

"Exactly. But you should never be without a base hourly wage, either. So...maybe two juulan an hour, since that's about ten dollars back home. And then up from there depending on how complicated the outfit is."

She nodded as she moved the food around in the pot. "Okay. I'll keep that in mind, then. How are the other vegetables coming along?"

"Uh! Carrots are happening?"

He shows her the big chunks of carrot he's been slicing up, careful of his fingertips and thumbs.

"And I have no clue how to cut peppers though."

"I can do those, then," she told him.

Stepping away from the oven, Rapunzel took another knife and expertly cut the peppers in half, carving out the seeds and white bits inside before slice strips and chopping those into smaller pieces.

He watches her in awe, and how just...overall competent she is. He's always respected that kind of thing, being good at what you do.

"Wow. Go, girl. It smells really good already, you know."

She blushes at the compliment before going to drop the peppers in to join the rest of the food.

"Thanks. I've had a lot of practice."

"Practice makes perfect. And you're pretty close."

Oh, god. That is probably one of the cheesiest lines he's ever uttered. Why is it he can be clever and awesome and witty around Scott? But around girls he turns into a total flailing moron?

Rapunzel does laugh a bit, though not at him. She genuinely found him charming, cheesiness and all. She was quiet for a minute as she began adding some spices and broth to the pot. As she did, for the millionth time since it had happened, Rapunzel thought back on her conversation with Korra.

She was confused about what that meant for her and Stiles, not to mention Eugene back home. She had been thinking that maybe he had liked her, and she had liked him, but now she was thinking the same thing about Stiles. She thought maybe talking about it might help her clear things up, but how was she even supposed to start that conversation?

"So I met this girl named Korra the other day. She had this great big animal with her. A polar bear dog, I think she said."

"Oh! You know Korra? She's awesome, she's getting me free martial arts lessons. I haven't met her polar bear dog. That's the one named Naga, right?"

He's retreating to her fridge, hunting up some ice for the drinks he brought. They're slightly fizzy ginger ales, a drink he figured she'd like.

"Yeah," Rapunzel replied. "She's really sweet. Naga, that is. Oh, but Korra is really nice too!"

Using a spoon she began stirring the ingredients in the pot and turned down the temperature to let it simmer.

"What are martial arts?"

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