[Shocked and destabilized would be an understatement, when you find yourself flung into a different world apparently 40 years into the future and on the complete other side of the planet you last remember being in. It's their present now, however, their reality, so suppose there wasn't much to do but try their best getting used to things.
It is so that sometimes during the week once daylight had almost completely faded outside (it could be the very evening of her arrival, or a few days after), that Satoko would find herself 'home' with her roommate, who is busy in the communal kitchen making dinner. Ciel's left her in the living room with a cup/glass of whatever drink she wanted, between milk, hot chocolate, orange juice, or green tea. She wouldn't blame Satoko if the younger girl would rather shut herself into her room and just rest for the remainder of the night, but she's not allowed to skip dinner, and that's non-negotiable as far as Ciel is concerned.
But whether this is their first dinner shared together or the nth, one thing will become clear to Satoko in very short order: while Ciel was more than willing to cook for them both on top of packing their lunches for the next day, the taller woman also makes curry at least four days out of seven, which is more than half of a whole week. Does Satoko have any aversion to it? Or has grown sick of curry after a few days, even if Ciel does rotate the protein between chicken, pork, beef, lamb, and tofu with no two nights being the same? She's willing to listen to the smaller girl's requests, of course, but if nothing is said, then this will be a(nother?) night spent with the aroma of Japanese style curry wafting around C3.]
Hojou-san? Dinner is almost ready!
[Ciel hasn't stopped referring to her as such as it's only polite and proper, and would happily stick to using Japanese over going with the English that everyone now knows at least back on their apartment floor, if it's what Satoko would prefer. Any little bit helps when you're so far away from home, hopefully...?]
WILDCARD; ADI apartment complex C3
It is so that sometimes during the week once daylight had almost completely faded outside (it could be the very evening of her arrival, or a few days after), that Satoko would find herself 'home' with her roommate, who is busy in the communal kitchen making dinner. Ciel's left her in the living room with a cup/glass of whatever drink she wanted, between milk, hot chocolate, orange juice, or green tea. She wouldn't blame Satoko if the younger girl would rather shut herself into her room and just rest for the remainder of the night, but she's not allowed to skip dinner, and that's non-negotiable as far as Ciel is concerned.
But whether this is their first dinner shared together or the nth, one thing will become clear to Satoko in very short order: while Ciel was more than willing to cook for them both on top of packing their lunches for the next day, the taller woman also makes curry at least four days out of seven, which is more than half of a whole week. Does Satoko have any aversion to it? Or has grown sick of curry after a few days, even if Ciel does rotate the protein between chicken, pork, beef, lamb, and tofu with no two nights being the same? She's willing to listen to the smaller girl's requests, of course, but if nothing is said, then this will be a(nother?) night spent with the aroma of Japanese style curry wafting around C3.]
Hojou-san? Dinner is almost ready!
[Ciel hasn't stopped referring to her as such as it's only polite and proper, and would happily stick to using Japanese over going with the English that everyone now knows at least back on their apartment floor, if it's what Satoko would prefer. Any little bit helps when you're so far away from home, hopefully...?]