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[diastereomer]

[ After years of watching the sparks fly from strikers and oils accidentally set alight, Yusuf is less interested in the lanterns than what he just saw walk past him. More accurately, what was in the hand of the person who just walked past him.

Kebabs.

You can bet that he sets out after the smell of grilled meat with the fervor of a woman looking for her lost child. He follows the faint charred smell (that Yusuf can, for once in this godforsaken city, say isn't his fault) to a small stall with an already established line.

Even through the charred smell (really, the vendor should clean out the drippings or something...) Yusuf's mouth waters as he takes his place in the line.

He's going to cry if the person who just walked by was carrying a paper cup of boondi laddoos. ]

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[boutant]

[ Ariadne has no idea what boondi laddoos are, but kebabs are recognizable and, more importantly, tasty -- and, most importantly, currently not made of sand.

She's nibbling on hers already as she heads away from the stall, only to notice Yusuf under all the lights and pause. She'd say hi, but her mouth is full, so she waves instead. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Cap is moving behind him in the kebab line. He doesn't know what a kebab is but it smells really good.]

Excuse me?

[diastereomer]

[ Rest assured, if he finds some, they will be shoved in your face Ariadne dearest.

He returns the wave. Should she wander over, he'll eye her kebab ask her what flavor she got. ]

[diastereomer]

[ Yusuf looks back- which is to say, up. ]

Yes?

[boutant]

[ Oh. Good...?

Ariadne does, of course, wander over. She's there, after all, and the line is long. Yusuf could use some company. ] Hey. [ This is said right before she takes another nibble. Conversation doesn't mean she has to stop eating.

She might be spending too much time with Mr. Orange. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve is smiling and he seems a little, well. Shy about this but]

What exactly are these?

[diastereomer]

Good Evening Ariadne.

[ Few things are sacred around Yusuf, and culinary politeness (or integrity for that matter) don't even make the list. Ariadne can eat where she like and when she pleases, because soon. Soon Yusuf will be joining her in sweet, sweet kebab heaven. ]

Are you a fan of kebabs?

[boutant]

[ On the bright side, she does swallow the meat down before replying. ]

Yeah. We used to go out and get them back home. This is the best one I've ever had, though.

[ There's something to be said for authenticity. ]

[diastereomer]

[ Honestly, its a simple question that only begs an equally simple answer... but...

Teasing, (because really, the question kind of calls for it, doesn't it?) Yusuf asks, ] Compositionally or... physically?

[punchedhitler]

Well I was really wondering what a kebab is made of, so I guess I would ask compositionally, unless you mean that in an artistic way, because I just need a look to answer that myself.

[diastereomer]

[ He does a very good impression of pained; one of the only times Yusuf is able to act somewhat convincingly. ] I am already jealous, just so you know.

[ But it's short lived, given the pertinent information not yet gathered. He peeks around the line in front of him, trying to discern what's on the grill. ] Did you have flavors to choose from or is this a mass production stall?

[diastereomer]

Well I suppose I could get into the composition of a kebab- should that interest you. [ Yusuf takes out his teacher hands, gesturing the "shape" of a protein. ] Proteins are polymers of amino acids, covalently linked and stacked with a Carbon-Nitrogen backbone- once you get into tertiary structure my memory gets a little fuzzy, something about alpha helices and beta sheets- not all that important from a nutritional standpoint.

[ You should stop him Cap, he will go on... ]

voice;

[invisibilities]

Are those kebabs?

voice;

[diastereomer]

These are kebabs. [ Funny how kebabs sounds like diamonds. ]

[punchedhitler]

[The blank look on Cap's face should say everything]

What kind of meat is it?

[diastereomer]

Oh- well, the ones that I have seen people leave with have looked like chicken.

[ Yusuf gives a confirmatory sniff. ]

But I am willing to bet they are also selling beef, just from the smell of things.

[boutant]

Oh, I know. [ Ariadne rocks back and forth on her feet, looking far too smug. ] But you'll get one of your own soon enough.

[ Glancing back at the stall, there's a bit of a shrug. ] There are flavors to choose from. I don't know about the mass production either way -- it could be both?

[punchedhitler]

Do they taste as good as they smell?

[diastereomer]

Better, if you can believe it.

[punchedhitler]

Well, they smell pretty good so I'm looking forward to it.

[a pause and then]

I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers.

[diastereomer]

I am inclined to say you will not be disappointed, but I am spectacularly biased.

[ Yusuf nods, giving the other a friendly smile. ] Good to meet you Steve. My name is Yusuf Nebhrajani; but everyone calls me Yusuf.

voice; OH SHOOT THIS WAS AN ACTION POST fails 8c

[invisibilities]

I haven't had one in ages.

[diastereomer]

Only if there is a limit. [ Mostly... kidding.... ]

Either way, it smells delicious and that is what really matters. [ The line moves, enough that Yusuf can take two whole steps forward- progress!! ] Are you here with someone?

action; easily fixed! :3 no worries!!

[diastereomer]

Nor have I, which is a tragedy I plan to rectify by the handful.

[boutant]

[ Sure he is. ]

Oh, it is. [ She shifts with him. If she finishes this one by the time Yusuf reaches the front, maybe she'll buy another. She's fairly certain he wouldn't mind giving her a place in line. ]

Not really. I just sort of wandered over.