Christopher
Another day at Newton's Cradle, another example of Hatzume making her existence everyone's problem. So she was in the kitchen, her metaphorical hang out space of sorts of whereabouts she can raid the cupboards for all the wafers and fuck, she can make *Smoothie bowls.*
The idea was in her head in a flash, and soon enough she was messily putting together bananas and strawberries into a pile on the counter. She would worry about the mess later, not even bothering to tie back her wild, curly hair.

She opened the blender with a start, messily shoving in the ingredients. There was something primal in her that LOVED just packing food together into an undefinable mush- even if the blender was far too loud for her comfort.
Jean
Her motivation for being at the kitchens had started in the morning, when she'd awoken with a burning ambition in her mind. She'd been reading a Webtoon the previous night about cookies, and waking up, she had a burning desire to make some. Sure, her cooking experience might be exactly zero, but that wouldn't stop her! It was like god had visited her in a dream and ordered her to make cookies, with how much she craved them. Only problem was... She was kind of broke. Sure, she had some money, but it was most definitely not the kind of money where she could afford to just go out and buy a few cookies. The kitchens, on the other hand, gave students access to ingredients free! 

That was where her spark of genius had struck her, leading her to march into the kitchen, a youtube tutorial on how to make chocolate chip cookies at the ready. That, too, was what led her to catch a glimpse at the abomination that her upperclassman was making as she strode into the kitchen, her hair tied back into its usual ponytail. She had chosen to forgo her usual coat today, and she'd already rolled her sleeves up to her elbows in preparation for baking. Still, as she walked in, the disgusting creation that Hatzume was constructing caught her attention, causing her to scrunch up her face at the sight.
Christopher
Honestly the only inspiration fuelling Hatzume was the dire desire for something fruity, camp and sweet in her mouth- and all of which boiled down to the want for a smoothie bowl- a niche, but all the while appropriate whim to go off on. They had been something to get her through that funk of when her messed up diet had backhanded her appetite, and she still needed something to get her through the coming hours and hardships of the day; Hardships being having to deal with her own thoughts, probably.

Realistically the mess of the blender was a normal thing, bananas and strawberry soon to be a strawberry. It was hardly some other worldly concoction of blood and slime- yet somehow she managed to make it look like that. 
No matter how delish a strawberry and banana smoothie bowl is, Hatzume has managed to make it *Look* Unappetising, and it's not even done yet.
Hatzume didn't notice Alex enter, her peripheral vision was blocked by her untamed purple ringlets of hair, her clothes remained at a simple baggy shirt with some sort of niche metal band logo and jet black cargo shorts. The strange girl's large hands fiddled with the blender, her nail polish being pink and chipped.

This was... A disaster waiting to happen.
Jean
On one hand, that thing looked like it was a smoothie bomb in the making. On the other hand, it wasn't her business what the other girl was making. She considered what to do for a moment as she watched the upperclassman do her magic to the sludg- ehem, smoothie. As she gathered some flour and chocolate chips, however, an idea struck her. All she needed to do was make sure that she didn't get hit by a piece of exploded blender or a flying chunk of sludge, right? The loud sound of hammers hitting metal sounded out through the room as she constructed a small Forge on the ground next to her, in an area of the kitchen that she was using on the other side of the room from Hatzume. 

The building rose out of the ground, the glowing hearth surrounding her in its glow. There! That should do it. If the other girl had noticed the sound of the Forge being constructed next to her, she didn't seem to notice, unless directly addressed about it. Instead, with her safety (hopefully) secured, she got to work with picking out the rest of the ingredients that she needed. Eggs, of course, and a milk... She gathered them on the desk next to a tray that she'd picked out. Was there anything else she needed? She placed a hand on her chin thoughtfully, the warmth of the Forge prickling against her skin as she glanced around the room in search of anything she might have forgotten.
Christopher
Ack sorry!!
Ahem. Hatzume still remained blissfully unaware of Alex, her hearing aids set on a rather low setting to prepare herself for the blender's growled rumbles, and her hair covered her face in curled ringlets.
She looked pleased, albeit uncertain as she prodded and fiddled with the blender. That was until the machine revved up with a start, and Hatzume had to comically jump and clasp her hand over the top of the lid to stop it spinning off and hitting- the other person in the room..?

She did a double take, hands still grappled protectively atop the loud blender. Frowning slightly, she used her spare hand to lift her fringe and look at the stranger with bright red eyes.
*Just what are they doing?*
She had a sort of monologue going on, trying to figure out what the fuck was happening in front of her with the shorter girl.

Hatzume being Hatzume, she spoke up.
"What are you cooking!?" She questioned over the loud thrummings of the blender, the tall girl could hardly hear herself speak, and that was quite clear with how disoriented her speech was.
Jean
Alex couldn't help but jump a little at the sound of the blender, watching it begin to whir as the upperclassman clamped her hand down on it to keep it from flying around. That did not inspire confidence in her, leading her to send a nervous glance at the appliance, just in case it decided to be any more... Volatile. She found herself wishing that she was able to summon two Forge towers at once, since it would make her feel quite a bit less threatened by a blender - ok, even she was hearing how this sounded. Still, she kept the vibrating appliance at the corner of her eye, content on watching it to make sure it didn't explode or something.

With all the audial ruckus that the blender was making, she almost didn't hear the older girl. She did, however, just barely manage to catch what the sludge making lady had said, looking over directly. "COOKIES!" She shouted, hoping to be heard over the loud noises of the smoothie maker. Her eyes shot back and forth between the older girl and the tutorial as she dedicated half of her attention to each situation going on right now. She just hoped that this wouldn't detract from the overall quality of the confectionary goods once she was done with them.
Christopher
There was quite the obvious age gap between the two, even if by just a few years- Hatzume was taller for a start, with a mature face and piercings. Yet in spite of this gap, she couldn't help but find herself acting much the younger. She fiddled and fumbled with the blender to try and turn it off once she believed that her smoothie looked to be... Mushed and blended enough to be edible. Grand!
Hands now fiddling with her ears, Hatzume payed a proper attention to the other person in the room.

She began clumsily tipping her red smoothie into a bowl, the vast majority of the concoction landed in the bowl, other stray blobs falling outside the target.
The large woman looked proud though, smiling sweetly about her smoothie like it was the best damn thing since sliced bread.

"What typa cookies?" She eventually piped up, innocently sauntering over to Alex
Jean
She couldn't help but be a bit curious to see what abomination that the older girl had managed to produce. Her eyes widened, her face twisting up at the sludge. That was something even she wouldn't eat, and this was a girl who had eaten literal garbage before. She quickly looked away, not wanting to see the nauseous face that she'd put on upon seeing what appeared to be a people smoothie, at least to her. As the concoction began to splatter, she found herself feeling very grateful that she'd chosen to put up a Forge Tower to dodge any of that residue easier. 

As the upperclassman addressed her again, she was glad to have a distraction from the thought of that... *Thing*. "Chocolate Chip!" She said excitedly. It was fairly basic, but given that she hadn't ever eaten any cookies in her life - the trash dump never had loot *That* Good - she wanted to start off simple. By her logic, the reason it was popular was because it was good. Hence, it was a pretty decent starting point for her to start her cookie consuming journey. Besides, chocolate chip had the most tutorials online, especially when compared to more fancy stuck up pastries. She'd seen some sort of vegan grass cookie or something, and decided that she'd stick with the tried and true chocolate.
Christopher
At some point, Hatzume started stirring the smoothie bowl- and it started looking... A little more normal than it originally did. Of course, it still looked super messy- but the tall girl seemed pleased as she possibly could, rummaging around for a spoon and placing it in the smoothie bowl.
Why she couldn't just.. Drink it like a smoothie was incredibly difficult to tell, but she likely had reasoning, sure.

At the very least, the blender wasn't creating a copious uproar anymore- and the messy girl in the baggy clothing could be heard. Her lopsided grin could be seen below her crooked nose, two quite endearingly unique traits that set her apart even more.
She paused for a moment, her mouth going to more of an o shape for some time- chocolate chip... Eyes widening at this new information.
"Can i have one?" She innocently questioned with a new smile on her face.

I mean- at least if they come out bad, Alex wouldnt be the one to suffer the taste first.
Jean
Unfortunately for Alex, she had already decided to make a conscious effort *Not* To look at the sludge, meaning that she didn't know that it had become slightly less revolting in appearance. She did notice, though, that the blender had quieted down. Still, she chose to keep her pulsing Forge Tower up - just in case. You could never be too careful with blenders, especially with what had been inside it just moments before. The tanned girl's gaze drifted between the older student and her dough which she had begun to make, considering the question. Normally, the answer would have been no, but she had been told to share by the school. It wasn't something that she was very used to, given her former barebones lifestyle, but hey, if the school was the one providing the materials, she guessed it wouldn't hurt.

"Sure." She decided after a few moments of deliberation. There was a beat of silence before she chose to add on a little warning. "This is my first time making... Any food, really. So, uh, it might not be... Great." She explained, hoping to make sure that the upperclassman knew what she was getting into before she tried something and got food poisoning or something. This place was super nice, with free food and facilities that she'd not thought she'd ever get access to herself. She *Really* Did not want to get expelled, especially over something like this. Hence, she wanted to be sure that Hatzume knew the risks before she ate anything. "Actually, what's your name?" She asked, realising that she'd never gotten it.
Christopher
Well either way, it was Hatzume's sludge anyways, so to the tall girl the appearance of her smoothie bowl wasn't something that particularly bothered her too much. She unplugged the blender, because of... Prime kitchen safety? Which was quite strange to see any critical thinking come out of this girl like... Ever. In fact, her eyes looked like there wasn't anything going on behind them, aside from maybe a few rainbows and some candy floss if you squinted enough. 

Hatzume clapped enthusiastically, her large crooked grin erupting once more in glee. At least she wasnt a threat, and at least she asked- though those are the bare minimum... She picked up her smoothie bowl, scooping it into her mouth haphazardly with a little shiver at the ice cold temperature of it.
"Thats cool, anything i bake tastes of cardboard so it doesnt get much worse than that!" She commented, placing the smoothie bowl down so she could get to cleaning the residue that she clumsily dropped while pouring the blended beverage into the bowl.

"Ohh its uhh. It's Hatzume last i checked!! Well its actually Hatsume but i do it with a z because... I think its fun"
Real
"You?"
Mark
"Yeah, but I don't want to poison you or anything." She explained, though she did smile a little as the older girl did so excitedly. Her attention was split, half between the conversation, and half between her conversation partner. She didn't want to like, mess up the recipe, especially since it was her first time. She definitely hadn't gotten used to the flow that you needed to bake, the way that an experienced baker might be able to, She did her best, though, her hands stained white with flour as she tried to knead the dough into proper cookie dough as best she could, following the soothing tutorial that she'd looked up on her device.

She didn't see any problem with giving her name, tilting her head. "I'm Alex." She introduced, nodding at the upperclassman. The little naming quirk that Hatzume had was odd, but it wasn't bad. On the contrary, she found it pretty amusing, smiling a little more at the declaration. At least this girl didn't seem to be a bore, which sort of made up for the sludge that she'd seen being brewed - sorry, made earlier. "I'm new here, so, uh... It's nice to meet you." She introduced with a cheerful yet nervous demeanour. It would be really nice if she could *Not* Make a terrible first impression, thank you very much.
Christopher
"I mean hey, I've had food poisoning like... Loads of times before!"
Hatzume proudly announced with a hand on her hip, she seemed to treat it as if it was some sort of achievement, or a fact of life that happens to everyone (because why wouldn't it?) 
It's not like Hatzume could cook any better anyways, no, most definitely not. The smoothie bowl had began to resemble something a bit nicer now, but even so, the area had been such a collosal warfront of smoothie debris before the tall girl had began cleaning up.

There was something positively fascinating about watching people cook, yet a conscious effort had to be made by Hatzume not to stare too dramatically, the theatric stare tended to add a thick tension to the interaction- so she kept her attention on cleaning up her mess.

"Alex.. Sick." She gave a thumbs up, finishing wiping down the surface with the once pearly white, now rhubarb pink wipe. The tool that helped rid the counter of the sludge was soon binned, and Hatzume perched up on the side; her head bumped the ceiling as she sat but.. Whatever, that's what they get for not adding chairs.

"Ohh cool- im kinda new too, I've only been here like... A couple a months."