Walter
This would definitely be the last time Elya tried something new. 

Over the past week or so that she had been at Newtons Cradle, Elya had been sticking to the few recipes she knew as well as ordering food from town. She knew eventually she'd miss home, and attempt to make a recipe her father loved. Tonight was that time, and so she was stationed in the kitchen late into the evening giving her best attempt at the craft. 

The one issue is that, she did not know how. She did not know anything. 

Elya had watched her father cook on many occasions. She would sit on the counter and hand him spices and chopped ingredients, making sure nothing was forgotten. Despite the frequent bonding times the two shared over the stove, Elya could not remember the specific recipe and steps for *Hovězí guláš*, a beef stew she enjoyed. A part of her considered trying to contact her father for a recipe, but she didn't want to bother him. The internet didn't even cross her mind. 

So, she decided she'd figure it out as she went. Which... Turned out as well as you'd think. 

While attempting to brown her onions, before placing in the beef, smoke started to rise from the pan. Staring down at the... Not browned but slowly *Black* Onions, Elya felt slightly panicked. She didn't let anything show however, and remained what appeared to be completely calm while the pan continued to smoke. 

Oh dear.
Daniel
"Cooking an eton MESS i see" [laugh track plays as elya kills vi] /j

Now, Vi was a creature of a habit- deep below the surface was skill enough to create something quite interesting- but she sticks to what she knows. And what she knows is various spaghetti sauces, cheesy struggle meals and that master sandwich she made Margo once. Which she swears to never make again, because even looking at it's weird mix of textures made her picky eater senses want to crawl out of her skin for an hour or so. 
Today is a day like any other, a day where she will be making spaghetti with a sauce, easy peasy.

Creaking open the door to the kitchen to make sure it's empty, Vi is not pleased to find out it's not empty- though she could work with that... What she could not work with however was the goth with a smoking pan that smelt like onions fighting for their lives. With Vi standing in the doorway like a deer in the headlights, the door behind her closes, and she just sort of stands there speechless for a couple moments... How do you mess up browning the onions...

After a couple moments of darting her eyes between; the intimidating stranger, the even more intimidating smoke cloud and the probably unevenly measured ingredients (assuming elya never got up a recipe), Vi finally pipes up.
"Um... You might want to take that... Off the heat... Before it you know... Sets on fire..."
She knows a thing or two about fire, and because she doesn't know this person, she holds back an 'or else youll turn out like me!' joke, ones that are usually reserved for margo, sig and dae hyun.
Walter
Elya turned at the new voice. She was met with an anxious but kind looking girl, who was rather short. With black hair that framed her face and an eye catching scar that put her own to shame. Elya was used to everyone being taller than her here, so this new face was a welcome change of pace. 

"That... Is a good idea." The voice that spoke was thickly accented, slavic sounding with a drawn out pause. Elya quickly flipped off the heat and moved the pan. 

She figured she could've just kept going and the dish would remedy itself— yet that did not seem to be working.

"Now... My onions are burnt." She sighed. "Do you think burnt onions taste good or is it too late." Elya did not want to have to restart.
Daniel
Violetta wasn't expecting Elya's voice to sound how it did- not that it was new of course, there's an array of voices at the cradle. And even as they overlap, you could pick them out from one another with ease, the uniqueness of her voice was a normal attribute around here, if you will.
She takes a step into the kitchen, looking over at the now no longer sizzling onions that now sat there in a miserable pile, with an uh... Interesting smell. Not that Vi liked onions, anyways.
"Uh... I don't like onions but... I reckon they wouldn't be very nice."

Violetta gives an uncommitted chuckle, feeling a little bad for Elya and her dissheveled onions... It was a sad fate to meet, though not by any means the biggest fuck up she's seen in this cute little kitchen.
Opening a cupboard to take out another pan, it dawns upon Vi to probably try say something encouraging.
"This kitchen has been through a lot, this isn't the worst attempt at all, aha... What were you trying to make?"
She looks between Elya and the ingredients, she guesses maybe a type of stew or stir fry?? Hmmm
Walter
Elya stared down at the pan and sighed dejectedly. Her father always made it look so easy. It seemed her skills with building physical objects did not transfer over to cooking. They were... Different enough. It made sense, as disappointing as it was to the girl.

"Yeah, you're right." Elya grabbed the pan, and pushed the burnt onion mush into the garbage. Not the nicest smell, her nose twisted at the aroma. Probably best to try again.

The girl looks at the shorter one, as she brings out a new pan. Elya was unsure what she was doing, or what this gesture meant. 

"Thats good to know." No laugh. "Im making *Hovězí guláš*." The Czech rolled off her tongue much cleaner than English did, it suited her accent as well. Elya did not bother to explain what that word meant. She simply looked at Violetta as if she should know what that means.
Daniel
Violetta grimaced as Elya poured away the disgraced onions, it sort of looked like roadkill if you squinted... She holds back a gag at the thought. Hopefully, attempt 2 will be just as good- Vi has committed to helping this cuisine challenged stranger.

"Mhm, there's this one girl, such a sweetheart, but has broken the blender more times than I can count." Violetta spoke gently, actually giving it a go to try and count the amount of times this kitchen's blender has gotten it's shit rocked. Vi had never heard of such a dish, but it cant be that hard, right? Surely not if Elya is attempting it without a recipe.
"Ah, do you have a recipe? That's... Usually helpful."

Hopefully, Vi wasn't coming across as too dedicated to helping with this, is that weird? Probably. Violetta didn't live in fear of looking weird or anything by any means, but this person was probably SOMEWHAT new... And if you've come from an entirely different country, comfort food is just what you need.
Walter
Elya pressed her lips together, a smile obviously trying to break through. Whoever this girl was, seemed to be *A lot* Worse than she was. Elya was certain she had spoke to this person over the Intranet. What was burning onions in the face of putting raw meat into a blender. 

At least this was an honest mistake... Not a deeply concerning action done on purpose. 

Elya paused after Violetta asked for a recipe. 
"Well, no." She stared at the ingredients she had lined up on the counter. "I only know the order my dad would make it. Its not... Too difficult. Its like..." She paused. Completely forgetting the word for it in English. "Soup? Thick... Soup with beef." 

Elya stood there for a moment. Realizing how strange and unappetizing that sounds. 
"There has to be a better word for that." 

She shook her head. "Either way, I know the order they go in I just..." The girl gave a long pause, "Can't seem to get it right."

Elya did not want to admit she was... Bad at this.
Daniel
"Stew..? That or goulash maybe... Which is essentially stew" She nods to herself- had she actually made something like that before?? Well, she hasn't recently thats for sure. Summer months food meant she was on a diet of fruit, candy, pasta and that one time she felt extra productive and made kebabs. Though stew she can figure out, if thats what Elya is on about.

"If it's like a stew then you were probably on the right track... Though you should cook the beef before the onions, so that they can cool down before you add them to the pan to cook with the sauce" Idk what the FUCK im going on about. But vi does, probably. She picks an onion out of the fridge, placing it gently on the side.
"I'm sure you can get it, it's all about timing, really"

"I'm rambling a bit i fear... I'm violetta by the way, i take it you're new or I'm very unobservant"