Fiyero only gets about as far as he was already dancing with at the club. At least the sweat has more or less dried. The jackets get deposited somewhat haphazardly across a chair. For all his fancy attire, he's clearly not precious about it, but that much was probably already obvious.
"Uhhh," he answers, considering for a moment as he rolls up his sleeves. "Oh, kitchen!" he remembers suddenly, and he's already heading towards the door again.
Most of the alcohol got worked out through the dancing, and Fiyero is pretty tired from all that. But he has a habit of not going to bed until he's fully exhausted. In Oz, he'd gotten slightly better at making sure that happened early enough that he didn't sleep all day anymore, but he's reverted a little bit after coming here.
“Right!” Kitty follows Fiyero out the door and then takes I’ve leading the way. The kitchen is on the ground floor, tucked out of the way. It’s nothing fancy and while the appliances are modern and there’s several dishwashers and fridges, it’s still on the smaller size, far more accurate to what the building was when owned by the wealthy Xavier family and long before Charles turned it into a school.
Fiyero does his best to pay attention to where they're going, and he's got a decent sense of direction. And he's not afraid to wander until he finds the right way, for that matter.
"Um, let's see. Icebox, stove... Makes coffee.. Also heats things, I think.. Cleans stuff.." Fiyero says, pointing at the fridge, stove, coffee maker, microwave and dishwasher -- the last one he only recognises because it's half open. There's a couple things he's not familiar with. "But I should let you know, I have no idea how to cook. Or really use these things."
The icebox is simple enough. Cold inside. The stove, he could probably figure out. The coffee machine is a mystery.
"Ah, yeah, spot on. But we just call it a fridge. The icebox, I mean." Pulling open the doors of the closest one, Kitty waves his hand towards the contents. "Most of it is communal but if it's specifically named, that means it's not there for sharing." He closes the fridge and points to the cupboard above the coffee maker. "There's a kettle in there as well as all the things you need for tea, coffee and hot chocolate.
"Snacks in the pantry over there. There are labels for the dishwasher so we know when it's clean and when it's dirty." Kitty shrugs. "I also don't cook beyond instant noodles or toast because I am apparently a terrible cook."
Fiyero pokes around as Kitty gives him a tour. He appreciates good food though, so he knows what things should taste like - he's just not sure how to make it happen.
He opens the snack cupboard, because, well. The chips were great, but it's been a while since dinner, which wasn't huge to begin with. Not exactly having a lot of disposable money is tricky.
He pulls out a box of Pop-Tarts (Brown Sugar Cinnamon), which don't have a name on them and look yummy. He shows it to Kitty with eyebrows raised questioningly, before he opens it, just to make sure it's alright.
Kitty nods that, yes they're free to eat. He knows there's a variety in there and that they'll be restocked in the next grocery shop anyway as there are some things they just always keep on hand. "You can heat 'em up in a toaster if you want or just eat them as they are."
Taking a seat on one of the bar stools, Kitty leans back against the island counter. "Toaster is in that cupboard there. Or you can use the microwave."
Fiyero pulls the wrapping off one of them (always so much wrapping on all the food), breaking off a piece and tasting it, then gives a hum. It is yummy! But he feels like it would be better hot.
He opts for the toaster, because that one he more or less understands. The bits inside get hot, so the food gets hot. Microwave? He has no clue. Might as well be magic.
He doesn't ask for help, but it's probably a little bit entertaining to watch him pull the toaster out, trying to figure it out. Right, the cord thing with the plug goes into -- there's some of those holes in the wall. He knows more or less what to do, he's just almost never done it before, so it's like watching a small child figure it out - even if it doesn't take that long.
He takes the poptarts out of their wrapping and puts them in the toaster, bending over to squint at the numbers, before he picks up the box to read on the back to see if there's instructions. 'Lowest heat', alright. So setting it to 1. Finally he pushes the lever down, then leans over it to watch, seeing the wires inside glow.
When Kitty was initially asking about Fiyero faking being dumb, he may have slightly overestimated how smart he actually is. Though there's also no way someone could fake being this unfamiliar with all this stuff.
Kitty just watches as Fiyero gets the toaster out, searches for a powerpoint and goes through the whole process of plugging it in, setting it up and turning it on. He offers no helpful advice, figuring Fiyero will ask if he needs help or he can step in if it looks like Fiyero is about to do something dangerous, like use a metal fork to pull the Pop Tarts out of the toaster.
In the meantime, he gets up and grabs two sodas from the fridge, opening one and holding it out for Fiyero and the other he keeps for himself. It's probably a little late to be drinking caffeine so he's opted for Sprite.
Fiyero would absolutely do something like that. He's not entirely new to the concept of electricity, but it wasn't common enough in Oz for him to know all the common sense stuff. He does know it can be dangerous - which us also why he's wary of the microwave.
"Oh, thanks," he answers, still a little distracted as he accepts the bottle of water from Kitty. He opens it and takes a sip, then immediately does a spittake as he realises it's not in fact water. And some of this not-water definitely went in Kitty's direction, causing Fiyero to look rather alarmed and sheepish.
Kitty has returned to his seat at the island, sipping from his bottle of Sprite and continuing his watch of Fiyero making Pop Tarts. It doesn't even occur to him that they may not have sodas like this in Oz or that Fiyero would assume it was anything worthy of a spit take which is why he's completely caught off guard as he's sprayed in the face with the soft drink.
After a pregnant pause, Kitty lets out a shocked laugh. "Okay, I didn't think Sprite was that bad."
"Sorry," Fiyero says genuinely, although as soon as Kitty starts laughing, Fiyero is laughing too. At least he's not mad or upset. "Here, let me, um.."
He turns around and looks for something, setting down the bottle and picking up a clean dish towel, then going to apologetically dab at Kitty's face.
It really could have been a lot worse and a little soda to the face never hurt anyone but he's probably going to have a shower before bed between this and the dried sweat from their dancing.
He lets Fiyero dab at his face with a the towel, pulling at his t-shirt a little bit. "Thanks. Probably should have made sure you knew that was soda."
"Well, yeah, probably. If you don't want me spraying my juice all over you," he says, still gently wiping at Kitty's face, and then down his neckline. Blithely unaware of his phrasing.
And then the toaster finishes, making Fiyero jump, and excitedly return to his poptarts. He immediately kind of burns his fingertips trying to take the poptart out, sticking his fingers in his mouth with an annoyed sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper.
Kitty pulls a face at the word choice but doesn't stop Fiyero from dabbing the towel down his neck and at his shirt. At this point, he's honestly not sure Fiyero even realises what he's doing when he says things like that.
The toaster also makes him jump and then Fiyero is excitedly grabbing at his Pop Tarts. And burning himself, by the looks of it. "You okay?" Kitty stands then and grabs Fiyero's hand, looking at his fingers. "Superficial, you'll be right." And then he turns to the toaster and lifts same button used to push the food down, propping the Pop Tarts up to make them easier to grab.
Fiyero makes an effort to be attractive and alluring, to lean in just enough to hook someone, to make them swoon for him. He also does it completely by accident sometimes. The innuendos? Those are usually accidental. He can be very flirty, but he's not usually overtly sexual.
His fingertips sting, and of course Kitty comes over immediately. It hurts, but he's right, it's not serious.
Fiyero can't help but smile with amusement despite the hurt. "Cluck cluck," he says softly with a cheeky smile, saying the words rather than impersonating a chicken this time. He can already tell this will be an affectionate in-joke with him.
Kitty looks back at Fiyero with an amused expression that is surely tinged with something that he refuses to address and hopes Fiyero will miss for a moment longer than is strictly necessary before shaking his head with a soft sigh.
Whatever else is in that expression, Fiyero doesn't pick up on it. He knows Kitty found him attractive - that's a look Fiyero can easily recognise - but he'd backed off the moment Fiyero had mentioned Glinda, so it's not that.
But if nothing else, the look does make it seem like Kitty actually likes Fiyero, beyond the flirting, and not just to be nice. Which is good.
"Yes sir," he answers playfully, poking at the poptarts a bit more carefully this time, before fishing them out. He breaks one of them in half and offers it to Kitty, if he wants, before biting into his own half. He was right, it's better warm. The toaster challenge paid off, so at least there's that - despite slightly burned fingers and soda all over Kitty.
Once Fiyero has grabbed his Pop Tarts out of the toaster, Kitty moves to return to his seat, smiling softly when he's offered half a Tart, which he takes with a nod of thanks.
"I'm assuming you don't have these in Oz but what about soda? Do you have soda in Oz?"
There we go, Fiyero is technically cooking for Kitty. That can be his thanks. Well, probably one of many thanks.
"We have fizzy drinks," he answers around a mouthful of poptart, which he devoured quickly, now licking his fingers but this time only because of the sugar. He picks up the bottle again, looking at the name before tasting it again. It's pretty decent, once he expects the bubbles. "But mostly alcoholic ones. Like gillijuice, which is kinda like if you mix this with wine."
Kitty eats his Pop Tart half slower than Fiyero but he's also not really hungry, just kind of eating it for the taste.
"Gillijuice sounds... unappealing? But we have a whole heap of fizzy drinks, sodas, of all kinds of flavours that aren't alcoholic. We have a bunch of different ones in the fridge or cupboards, so you can taste a bunch of them to see if there's any you like more than others." He smiles. "We can have alcohol here but we keep it in our own rooms because of the kids, who I'm sure you'll meet a bunch of tomorrow."
Fiyero gives a shrug at Gillijuice - it's kind of like champagne, but he hasn't tried that yet so he doesn't know to compare.
"Makes sense. And of course I've gotten to try a few of the alcoholic ones too. Thank you for that, by the way," he says with a smile, since it occurs to him he didn't explicitly thank him for the drinks. He grabs the other poptart from the toaster, which is already only kind of warm, then nods in the direction of the door, wordlessly suggesting they head back to the rooms and starts heading that way. He wants to take a shower too. (It doesn't occur to him to clean up after using the kitchen.)
There’s not too much of a mess so Kitty just pushes the toaster to the back of the counter -it’ll likely be used in the morning anyway- and follows Fiyero out and back up the hallway.
“I was thinking tomorrow we start with some of the staples for your wardrobe and then hit a grocery store, see if there’s anything in particular food wise you wanna try? Once we’ve got an idea of your size and preferences, we can order stuff online too.”
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Fiyero frowns in confusion at Kitty for a few moments before his brain connects the dots. "Oh, my clothes size, not my food size, alright," he replies with an obvious realisation.
"Well, I'm probably more picky with the clothes than the food. I'll eat anything." He says appropriately as he keeps munching on the poptart. "OH, I just had pizza for the first time the other day! Amazing. You guys are geniuses."
"Sorry, yeah. Clothes size. I think we should focus on a pair of jeans or two, some sweats, plain t-shirts and maybe some button ups? And sweaters. And you definitely need a proper winter coat." Glancing down at Fiyero's boots, he clicks his tongue. "Also probably some winter boots and some slippers for comfiness around the Mansion."
Kitty had already made a list in his head of all the different things they should focus on and the best places to visit. "That is good to know.
"We can even get some oven baked pizzas to keep in the freezer for you. We probably have some but you can pick some flavours that jump out at you. Oh, we can also get some delivered from this really nice pizza place. They're serve kosher so I can eat whatever they have."
Fiyero has to restrain himself from clucking again. He's used to people fawning over him, or trying to appease him, or even following his orders - this conversation might even be reminiscent of something he's had with a stylist or something. But there's such an obvious difference in motivation. Kitty doesn't seem like he's trying to impress Fiyero or get anything out of him. He's really just making sure Fiyero is looked after.
"What's kosher?" Fiyero asks, assuming it's some sort of type of pizza or other meal.
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"Uhhh," he answers, considering for a moment as he rolls up his sleeves. "Oh, kitchen!" he remembers suddenly, and he's already heading towards the door again.
Most of the alcohol got worked out through the dancing, and Fiyero is pretty tired from all that. But he has a habit of not going to bed until he's fully exhausted. In Oz, he'd gotten slightly better at making sure that happened early enough that he didn't sleep all day anymore, but he's reverted a little bit after coming here.
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“How familiar are you with these appliances?”
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"Um, let's see. Icebox, stove... Makes coffee.. Also heats things, I think.. Cleans stuff.." Fiyero says, pointing at the fridge, stove, coffee maker, microwave and dishwasher -- the last one he only recognises because it's half open. There's a couple things he's not familiar with. "But I should let you know, I have no idea how to cook. Or really use these things."
The icebox is simple enough. Cold inside. The stove, he could probably figure out. The coffee machine is a mystery.
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"Snacks in the pantry over there. There are labels for the dishwasher so we know when it's clean and when it's dirty." Kitty shrugs. "I also don't cook beyond instant noodles or toast because I am apparently a terrible cook."
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He opens the snack cupboard, because, well. The chips were great, but it's been a while since dinner, which wasn't huge to begin with. Not exactly having a lot of disposable money is tricky.
He pulls out a box of Pop-Tarts (Brown Sugar Cinnamon), which don't have a name on them and look yummy. He shows it to Kitty with eyebrows raised questioningly, before he opens it, just to make sure it's alright.
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Taking a seat on one of the bar stools, Kitty leans back against the island counter. "Toaster is in that cupboard there. Or you can use the microwave."
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He opts for the toaster, because that one he more or less understands. The bits inside get hot, so the food gets hot. Microwave? He has no clue. Might as well be magic.
He doesn't ask for help, but it's probably a little bit entertaining to watch him pull the toaster out, trying to figure it out. Right, the cord thing with the plug goes into -- there's some of those holes in the wall. He knows more or less what to do, he's just almost never done it before, so it's like watching a small child figure it out - even if it doesn't take that long.
He takes the poptarts out of their wrapping and puts them in the toaster, bending over to squint at the numbers, before he picks up the box to read on the back to see if there's instructions. 'Lowest heat', alright. So setting it to 1. Finally he pushes the lever down, then leans over it to watch, seeing the wires inside glow.
When Kitty was initially asking about Fiyero faking being dumb, he may have slightly overestimated how smart he actually is. Though there's also no way someone could fake being this unfamiliar with all this stuff.
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In the meantime, he gets up and grabs two sodas from the fridge, opening one and holding it out for Fiyero and the other he keeps for himself. It's probably a little late to be drinking caffeine so he's opted for Sprite.
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"Oh, thanks," he answers, still a little distracted as he accepts the bottle of water from Kitty. He opens it and takes a sip, then immediately does a spittake as he realises it's not in fact water. And some of this not-water definitely went in Kitty's direction, causing Fiyero to look rather alarmed and sheepish.
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After a pregnant pause, Kitty lets out a shocked laugh. "Okay, I didn't think Sprite was that bad."
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He turns around and looks for something, setting down the bottle and picking up a clean dish towel, then going to apologetically dab at Kitty's face.
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He lets Fiyero dab at his face with a the towel, pulling at his t-shirt a little bit. "Thanks. Probably should have made sure you knew that was soda."
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And then the toaster finishes, making Fiyero jump, and excitedly return to his poptarts. He immediately kind of burns his fingertips trying to take the poptart out, sticking his fingers in his mouth with an annoyed sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper.
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The toaster also makes him jump and then Fiyero is excitedly grabbing at his Pop Tarts. And burning himself, by the looks of it. "You okay?" Kitty stands then and grabs Fiyero's hand, looking at his fingers. "Superficial, you'll be right." And then he turns to the toaster and lifts same button used to push the food down, propping the Pop Tarts up to make them easier to grab.
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His fingertips sting, and of course Kitty comes over immediately. It hurts, but he's right, it's not serious.
Fiyero can't help but smile with amusement despite the hurt. "Cluck cluck," he says softly with a cheeky smile, saying the words rather than impersonating a chicken this time. He can already tell this will be an affectionate in-joke with him.
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"C'mon, grab your Tarts before they get cold."
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But if nothing else, the look does make it seem like Kitty actually likes Fiyero, beyond the flirting, and not just to be nice. Which is good.
"Yes sir," he answers playfully, poking at the poptarts a bit more carefully this time, before fishing them out. He breaks one of them in half and offers it to Kitty, if he wants, before biting into his own half. He was right, it's better warm. The toaster challenge paid off, so at least there's that - despite slightly burned fingers and soda all over Kitty.
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"I'm assuming you don't have these in Oz but what about soda? Do you have soda in Oz?"
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"We have fizzy drinks," he answers around a mouthful of poptart, which he devoured quickly, now licking his fingers but this time only because of the sugar. He picks up the bottle again, looking at the name before tasting it again. It's pretty decent, once he expects the bubbles. "But mostly alcoholic ones. Like gillijuice, which is kinda like if you mix this with wine."
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"Gillijuice sounds... unappealing? But we have a whole heap of fizzy drinks, sodas, of all kinds of flavours that aren't alcoholic. We have a bunch of different ones in the fridge or cupboards, so you can taste a bunch of them to see if there's any you like more than others." He smiles. "We can have alcohol here but we keep it in our own rooms because of the kids, who I'm sure you'll meet a bunch of tomorrow."
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"Makes sense. And of course I've gotten to try a few of the alcoholic ones too. Thank you for that, by the way," he says with a smile, since it occurs to him he didn't explicitly thank him for the drinks. He grabs the other poptart from the toaster, which is already only kind of warm, then nods in the direction of the door, wordlessly suggesting they head back to the rooms and starts heading that way. He wants to take a shower too. (It doesn't occur to him to clean up after using the kitchen.)
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“I was thinking tomorrow we start with some of the staples for your wardrobe and then hit a grocery store, see if there’s anything in particular food wise you wanna try? Once we’ve got an idea of your size and preferences, we can order stuff online too.”
of course Kitty wants to know Fiyero's size and preferences-- i mean
"Well, I'm probably more picky with the clothes than the food. I'll eat anything." He says appropriately as he keeps munching on the poptart. "OH, I just had pizza for the first time the other day! Amazing. You guys are geniuses."
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Kitty had already made a list in his head of all the different things they should focus on and the best places to visit. "That is good to know.
"We can even get some oven baked pizzas to keep in the freezer for you. We probably have some but you can pick some flavours that jump out at you. Oh, we can also get some delivered from this really nice pizza place. They're serve kosher so I can eat whatever they have."
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"What's kosher?" Fiyero asks, assuming it's some sort of type of pizza or other meal.
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