Port Graham [Original]

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Broly looked around the room, observing the state of the ruined apartment. It gave him quite a nostalgia feeling, causing him to be out of it. However, he came back to reality the moment Whitney brought up tacos, causing him to give her strange looks.

“Tacos? What is that? Some sort of plant?” Broly asked.
 
"Not exactly. It's not too common around places outside Empire State, I bet-- a taco is made of a flour tortilla. You fold it in half and toast it so it holds its shape, and then you can fill it with meat and all kinds of stuff. It's quick and easy! The only veggies I usually put are olives, lettuce, and tomatoes. Some people like to put cheese and sour cream on it." Whitney explained as she started to get out all the ingredients. "That's the fun in it, you get to pick the toppings, and even the meat sometimes. But I always buy the taco shells premade. It's a life saver! See?" She takes a box of the taco kit out from her cupboard and held it up for him to see since she was much shorter than him. "Though, if you put too much stuff, it gets a little messy. I like to put taco sauce on mine for a spicy kick."
 
Broly observed closely of the strange foods presented to him. “What a strange way to prepare foods.” He said but he was curious of how it looked at the end. “Show me the results of these… tacos.” His stomach made a more curling sounds after Whitney explained all the delicate items that come together to preserved such a meal.

One of the thing that visibly confused Broly is the premade tacos shells. "Premade foods... such a thing exist in this... world?"
 
"Well, yeah, but I don't think they're nearly as good as homemade stuff. Premade is full of fillers and stuff that's bad for you, so I try to avoid it even though they're cheaper most of the time." Whitney trailed off. "But I promise you'll like em! I can cook the meat, and you can help me out with the vegetables." She started warming up the stovetop for the meats. "We just need to figure out how much is enough to feed us both... I may as well just cook all the meat I have on hand." Whitney shrugged. "The most I'll probably eat is 3, but you look like you'd eat everything in my fridge! You must be a pro wrestler or something to have that much muscle," she joked with a smile.
 
Broly observed the vegetables lay out in front of him by Whitney. “Cut the vegetables?” Whitney’s task confused the man at first, but it did not take long for him to understand that she meant to reduce the leafy object into smaller bits.

After a second of thinking, Broly decided to pick up a carrot to cut—though he is not using any knife, but rather, he decided to use his hands. A sentimental but frenzy feeling swelled up in an immediate reaction upon looking at the orange vegetable, angrily squishing it in his hard grasp. Carrot bits leaked out in between his fingers, onto the plate as sweats began formed around his head.

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“Alright… that’s the last of it… now I just need to call in the Heroes Organization about rebuilding this place. Majority of the people here is being transferred to Hero City City right now…” Cement sat down on a rock. “I better check my messages to see what the status of hos complex…is”
 
"Hm?" Whitney heard the noise and turned around from the meat she had been cooking, first catching the mess Broly made with his hands. "Oh, geez... I guess that one was rotten. That's okay, I should've told you which vegetables to cut..." she sheepishly said when she saw his expression before her eyes widened with an idea. "Ooh! We can make guacamole to top off the tacos! You can mash all the ingredients together in no time." Whitney dug into the fridge and placed several avocados, tomatos, garlic cloves, and cilantro into a large bowl and placed it in front of Broly. "Just try not to break the bowl, okay?"

Yeesh, he's got a scary look on his face... she sweated a bit.
 
Broly relaxed afterwards, staring at the bowl. “…Understood.” 

Broly carefully smashed the vegetables without breaking the bowl and gave it to Whitney. “There… I’ve finished.” However, Broly pinched his nose after taking a swift of the garlic. “What a foul smell… do people actually eat this?”
 
"You think garlic is bad, I'd hate to see your opinion on raw onions!" Whitney joked. "But I swear it tastes better than it smells. Garlic bread is the best thing since... sliced bread!" She chopped up the lettuce and tomatoes into tiny pieces before setting them aside while the meat cooked a nice brown. "I hate the way garlic lasts so long on the tongue though... you could brush your mouth a hundred times and it will never leave!" 

After the meat finished cooking, Whitney assembled large shells made of corn-flour and set them out on the counter. "Alright, now here's the fun part! We can put whatever we want in any amount here!" She made hers with all the things they chopped up earlier, putting guacamole on last. "Best of all, you can just eat them with your hands, so there's no dishes to wash."
 
"I see... what a strange way to prepare such a meal, yet, an efficient way to eat." Broly commented on. He grabbed several chopped veggies and place it on the shells, along with the meat. He stared at it for a couple of minutes, reminiscence of the beauty and its shape. The smell pierced his nose, despite complaining the garlic smelt foul, it did help the fragrance to become a stronger force that's highlight the food's quality. He took a bite and the explosion of flavors riddled his mouth.

"T-this is delicious!" Broly said, shoving the tacos into his mouth, after two bites, swallowing it down. "More..!"
 
"See, I told you it's good." Whitney said triumphantly, taking tiny bites of her own. "We should see about heading over to Futuropolis and get you some proper clothes while you stay here and get yourself sorted out," she suggested through a mouthful of food. "They have really good places to eat, too, I heard. The roads for the trains will probably be closed until tomorrow at least."
 
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