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Guy's Night Out
After everything that's been going on lately, the time has come for a break. A planned visit from a friend is just the thing and with no major crisis going on at the moment, it's the perfect time to make that happen.
So, with an itinerary that includes science, food and video games, Barry is excited to bring Yamato in from Milliways for another trip to Central City.
Opening the door from the bar that's a broom closet in S.T.A.R. Labs, Barry gestures Yamato through.
"Here we are," Barry says with a smile. "Welcome back, dude."
The corridor, like most of rest of S.T.A.R. Labs that doesn't get used by Team Flash much, is usually pretty dimly lit, but today the passageway is bright in anticipation of their guest and the science that's about to commence.
Nodding down the hallway, Barry says, "Cisco and Caitlin are in her lab and we're all set up for you."
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Bragging aside, chopping things is definitely something he can handle so Cisco heads to the sink to wash his hands and sets about getting things sliced and diced.
GP squawks, then flutters up onto the countertop, inspecting Yamato's careful setup.
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Once that's done, he lightly shoos GP away from where he's working and starts mixing up the batter.
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"Did you guys know Coast City has an amazing Asian market? I went there for the octopus and they had literally everything else. Plus, I got these."
Holding his hands out towards Yamato and Cisco, he opens them and two small cats blossom from his palms.
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"Here you go, bud."
Delighted, GP leaves Yamato and heads for the sink to splash around underneath the falling water.
Barry's return draws a mild reaction from Cisco until he sees the presents.
"Oooo, squishy!"
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"I did not know that," he says, flashing a smile and padding over to peer at the cats. "Huh, those are pretty damn squishy."
He claps a hand on Barry's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Thanks for all of this, Gramps."
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After Cisco takes one Barry holds the remaining cat closer to Yamato, urging him to take it.
"You know you want it... "
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Squish. Unsquish. Squiiish.
"So squishy."
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"So, how're we doing here?"
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Webbed feet smack in the bottom of the metal sink as GP continues to splash about.
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"Can do."
A (super)quick hand washing later and rapid putting away of groceries that aren't for right now, and then Barry claims a bit of counter space to work on the glaze and beef.
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"So where'd you learn to cook anyways?" he asks Yamato. "This doesn't seem like a wilderness dish."
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Clearly that is the superior diet.
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Because sure, Yamato and Barry may throw themselves at death like lemmings off a cliff, but Yamato really wonders how often Cisco even has food that hasn't been processed to hell and back.
"It comes in handy," he says to Barry. "If I'm low on cash and can't score a fight gig or a music gig, I can usually pick up a shift here and there as a line chef."
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Maybe not the cereal he eats, but still.
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He blinks at Barry for a moment, then: "It's not the worst work, but it's not that interesting. Luckily, Tokyo is full of places that will hire me to play music or punch people, so I don't have to take cooking jobs too often."
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He is concerned that punching people, and getting punched, is on the list of money-makers for Yamato, but it is what it is.
He finishes up with the beef and washes his hands again, getting a protesting chirp from GP when he moves the faucet over to the other sink for a moment.
"So what now?" Barry asks, watching Yamato to see what he does.
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He takes a second to figure out who's going to do what, then: "Kiddo, grab some tongs or something and start frying the beef in this pan. Take it out of the pan and dip it back in the glaze every minute or so, and then keep frying it."
To Barry, he says: "This pan here is for the takoyaki. Pour a little batter in, add some octopus, and pour a little more batter to cover it. Roll it around with spoons as you cook it to get it into a ball shape."
He moves over to the last pan. "And I'll handle the okonomiyaki, and if either of you need help on anything, just say."
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"Mmm, teriyaki, meat's candy."
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Barry starts with a test, pouring out the batter, adding the octopus, then fiddling with the spoons to get a ball that is... more or less round. More less than more more, but it's definitely not flat.
"When you said 'ball shape' does football count?" Barry asks, eying his creation.
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