[Closed] Let's Help Some Moogles!

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Who: Serge, Corrin, Klonoa, Terra
When: Oct. 1-30
Where: Various
What: There's a bunch of moogles with problems around. Serge wants to help.
Warnings/Notes: As they come up.

I'm posting all five of Serge's prompts here. If you'd like to be added to one of them, send me a PM and we'll go nuts!

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"Nah, it's really simple." Serge beams, kneeling down to get on the moogle's level. "What do you think? You want the good stuff, right?"
When she seems hesitant, he adds, "You don't have to come inside if you don't want to."

The weremog nods, then. "Beef chow mein, kapooooo!"

Serge is grinning again, starting to cross the street. "It's only a couple blocks. Come on Klonoa, I promise it's way easier than you think it is. Anybody who says they can't cook just doesn't give themselves enough credit."

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa smiles, and follows Serge, giving his small tail a little swish. This.. is actually shaping up to be a really nice quest. They should all end with beef chow mein!

"Okay, I'll give it a shot!"

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Serge, it seems, is quite pleased with this turn of events, leading the way through foggy streets. It's not even that far, until he's stopping in front of a small, two-story home sandwiched between two nearly-identical ones. "Let's see, spare key is... right here. Awesome!"

The door is unlocked, opening onto a small sitting room/dining room/kitchen area, with stairs at the back leading upwards. "Welcome home, guys. Take your shoes off, it's a thing. You can come in if you want, but you don't have to. Klonoa, think you could get some stuff out of the pantry? Carrots, bean sprouts, oyster mushrooms, and bok-choy. She keeps stuff labeled if you dunno what that is, I'm gonna go upstairs and say hi real quick!"

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa nods, and looks around, taking off his shoes first before he takes a peek further inside the house. "Uh, sure! Where's the pantry, though?" He asks, examining the house. Huh, it's a pretty lovely place he has here...!

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"It's over there, right next to the sink. Be right back!" Serge is off and away up the stairs, leaving Klonoa alone with the moogle for a moment.

It's a quiet little home, nothing fancy and quite cramped, but it's very... lived-in. Cozy, is probably the word. A small fireplace, with numerous pictures on the mantle, depicting the same three people, a man with hair the exact same shade as Serge's, a woman with auburn hair, and a child that could only be Serge himself, though all of the more recent photos seem to be missing the man. All in all, it has the definite appearance of a family home.

The little weremog crosses the threshold somewhat hesitantly, looking around.

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa looks around, noting the pictures. Huh.. Must be his family? He definitely notices the lack of one of them later on. He then turns to the mog. Well, he doesn't want to just leave them alone. He smiles, looking at them.

"I'm not really that good at cooking, but Serge seems to know what he's doing. I bet we'll be able to make something really delicious!" He says, throwing his hands up.

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Serge returns, before long, grinning widely. "Here we go. Mom'll be down in a minute to say hi, but this is super easy, I promise." Noodles are retrieved, and tossed into a bowl of water to soak. Vegetables are arrayed on the counter, a knife retrieved. "Alright. So the key to getting these right is just to slice 'em real thin, on a diagonal, so you get nice big pieces, like this." A carrot is sliced, perhaps not with the expertise one might expect of a gourmand, but certainly competently. "And then once you've got thin slices like that,you cut 'em lengthwise into little matchsticks, like this. Pretty simple, right? You try with the rest of these carrots, and I'll work on the mushrooms and bok choy, alright?"

It's not all that difficult. Serge seems to enjoy working in the kitchen, and once he's finished with the vegetables, he retrieves a beef loin from the refrigerator and works on cutting that into similar strips while a wok is heated on the stove. "It's crazy simple, really. About 90% of the work and time is just getting the veggies prepped. I dunno what the heck the restaurants around here think is chow mein, it's this gloopy soupy gross mess of veggies and no meat or noodles or anything. You gotta go to Nakagawa if you want something decent. Oooor visit somebody who was raised there." He grins. "Alright, time for the best part. Throw the meat in!"

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa nods, and follows around Serge the best he can. He takes the knife, tilting it slightly as he holds the carrots, and... chop chop chop. It's not the most even slices of carrot, and they're going to be kind of thick, but he does his best, cutting them up in little pieces.

He sighs, just relaxing despite the effort to cut things. This feels nice. He's... not gotten many chances to just relax like this in his dreams. Even in the worlds where things aren't in need of helping, he's usually doing something active with all his friends. He kind of hopes he sees Serge again after this is all through.

When he returns, Klonoa nods resolutely, and hefts the meat! Whapow!

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The result is a thoroughly satisfying hissing as the meat hits the pan, and the little moogle watches in slack-jawed awe as the combination of noodles, vegetables, and meat being tossed in the pan. "There, see? You're a natural at this. And all it takes is a little time in the pan befooooore-"

He dumps the entire mess out onto a serving plate, before carrying it to the small table. Four big bowls of beef chow mein, coming right up! "Ta-da!" He's practically beaming, as the moogle takes a seat at the table, eyes wide. "Oughta be enough for everybody, plus some left over for-"

He's interrupted by the arrival of the same woman Klonoa might recognize from the pictures, dressed for bed. In spite of the apparent invasion of her house, she seems to be taking it in stride. "Well, I wasn't going to just sit upstairs and let you visit without coming by to say hi. Who're your friends?"

"Oh! This is Klonoa, and... I guess this is the 'werewolf' people have been worried about. Turns out it's just a hungry moogle. Guys, this is my mom!"

A dinner for four- and it's highly unlikely there'll be any leftovers, with how enamored the little moogle seems with the food.