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[If there's one thing that Blaine's learned, it's that every minute of every day is filled with choices. And for most people, the majority of those choices come easily to them. When it comes down to choosing between whether to heat up a frozen dinner for one or to whip up a batch of macaroni and cheese, most people have no problem deciding between the two.

But for Blaine, things are a little bit different. If he feels like cooking for himself, he has to make sure he has enough time to devote to the entire process: the process that starts with gathering the necessary ingredients and cooking supplies, and also familiarizing himself with the layout of the room he's in.

All of this takes some time, and a simple thing like making scrambled eggs for breakfast ends up becoming quite the endeavor. But the way he sees it, he has nothing but time on his hands, and what's three minutes or thirty when there's no appointments or classes to rush off to?

So, after the lengthy process of making sure everything he needed was prepared and within easy reach, Blaine settles back to wait for the stove to finish heating up to the proper temperature. He doesn't go very far away, because causing a fire this early wouldn't be great for anyone. He stays near enough that he can still feel the heat rising from the stove, working off instinct to tell when it's hot enough to cook the eggs that are sitting in a bowl to the right of the pan.

But in the meantime, he's just going to see if anyone's awake and in the mood for conversation, so he fiddles with his communication device until it flips to the video function. He manages this fairly well, only fumbling once or twice as the buttons prove difficult. It's something he's gotten used to, though, remembering which button he needs to push to get the function that he wants, but sometimes, he doesn't mesh well with technology. At least today, it seems to be cooperating.]

Morning. [He smiles in the direction of the screen.] It feels like it's going to be a nice day, doesn't it?

[He can't really tell by looking, of course, but there's something in the air that makes him feel like today's going to turn into a pleasant one.]

Listen, I'm going to be in the kitchen for awhile if anyone wants to stop by. You might even get some food out of it if you do.

[He's cooking for more than one person, because in his experience, the smell of food acts as quite the powerful lure, and really, it's a win/win all around. They get fed, he gets some company for a little while, and if they hit it off, an enjoyable conversation might end up happening.

And if they don't hit it off, well, sometimes that happens too. But whether they get along or not, it's not about that for him. Having someone else around to talk to, even if they're the grouchiest person on earth, really helps Blaine out in ways he never thought possible.

He puts on a brave face most of the time, but not being able to see definitely has its pitfall moments. He's come a long way in terms of taking care of himself, but the adjustment part of things is something he has to wrestle with on a daily basis.]

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Nah, mate. I'm good with anythin'.

[ Jack Sparrow is not, and has not, ever been a picky eater. After all, the food you can eat when you spend months at a time on a ship is somewhat... limited. And, in the end, food is food, no matter what food it is. Especially when it's cooked by other people.

While Blaine cooks, Jack makes his way to the fruit bowl, looking through it in hopes of finding an orange. ]

All right, so eggs it is. By the way, what's your name?

[It helps to know the name of the person he's cooking for, assuming that he sticks around long enough for some conversation. Taking the food and running for it is always an option, of course.]

Jack, if you like.

[ It's his first name -- his Christian name -- and the use of first names is a bit over personal where he comes from. But then again, Jack's always been a bit over personal. ]

Jack. Hi, I'm Blaine.

[He stops what he's doing long enough to extend a hand in Jack's general direction.]

[ Jack considers the hand for a long moment. The last time he shook a stranger's hand, he was outed as a pirate and nearly hung for it. But the people in Wonderland throw around the word pirate like it's not something illegal, and Jack figures he can take this chance.

He shakes Blaine's hand. ] Pleased t'meet you, mate.

[As far as Blaine's concerned, Jack's just someone with an interesting accent, and probably an interesting backstory. He won't force it, but if they can sit down and share some food together, maybe they'll come out knowing just a little more about each other.

That's mainly what this is about, after all: getting out there and making new friends.]

Yeah, you too. I think these should be done in a few minutes.

[He pushes the eggs around the pan a little, to make sure that they get cooked evenly. Before too long, they're finished, and Blaine serves up a portion for Jack. He's had his fill already, but there's still that pot of coffee that he made earlier.]

[ As Blaine finishes cooking the eggs, Jack turns his attention back to the fruit bowl. He picks up and puts aside a few fruit, looking and judging them closely as he does so. Jack's not a picky eater, really he's not, but when there's a whole bowl of the same few things, he sees no problem in picking out the best one.

He decides upon an orange with a noise of triumph, pealing and eating it while Blaine finishes up. He doesn't mind waiting, especially since breakfast was one of the two meals that Jack ate during the day. He wasn't going to complain if it took a few minutes - after all, he wasn't the one cooking it, was he?

He gives a half bow, hands pushed together, in thanks when Blaine offers Jack this place. ]

My thanks.