[At least it'd give them something to do and a way to pass the time. So it does have a sort of silver lining in that aspect.]

Those are all good and should keep you busy. [Busy enough, anyway.] I'd be happy to teach you some recipes if you'd like. It'd give you a greater variety of dishes to cook from. [Among other things. Though, chances were, it'd also give Canada a reason to continue showing up at odd hours and cooking.]

I figured I'd resolve to learn new things. Things like languages and histories and recipes. I mean, there's a lot out there, after all, and I'm sure that not everything is the same.

And to continue to make new friends, I guess.

Ah, if you'd be willing to, that is. [He wouldn't want to feel like he was forcing Canada to come, but it would be nice to have some sort of help. He was related to Norway and England, so he didn't have good cooking genes on either side.]

I can't help with recipes, but I could teach you some Icelandic, if you'd like.

[He couldn't help with recipes or making new friends-- he wasn't even going to jokingly make that a resolution, it wasn't going to happen-- but being what he was, he knew language and history. Canada had been so nice to him, he figured it was the least he could do. Especially if Canada wanted to learn a little bit.]

Of course. I wouldn't have offered otherwise. [There was a chance he might have still offered otherwise, but he seemed interest in it, anyway, so that was a good sign.]

That'd be a wonderful trade-off. [In fact, his interest seemed to perk up even more at that. It sounded like a good plan to him, in fact.] Just let me know when you're available.

[Don't worry Canada, Iceland knows you a little better than that.]

Really? [Have a little bit of a smile, you made his day.]

Well, I'm available most of the time. [The nature of Vatheon, and all.] Whenever is good for you, really.

[He's rather glad for that. Secretly.]

Of course! How does around noon sound? Then we can start with simple lunch-time recipes and work out way to more complicated dinner ones. [And after a nice meal, they can relax and learn languages. It sounded perfect to him.]

[That worked for Iceland.]

That sounds perfect, then. [Easier recipes were probably better to start with, and they'd be awake enough to learn and teach languages as well. Always good.]

[Perfect. He'd have to put together some simple recipes and figure out what he wanted to do. There were so many choices and finding a starting point was always the hardest of them all.]

I'll take the time to write them down as well, so I can pass them along.

[And Iceland would have to figure out where to start teaching Icelandic as well. Perhaps the alphabet was a good place to start; he did use a few more letters than most were used to seeing.]

Thank you. [That would be a good idea, now that he thought about it.]

...Have you memorized all of them?

[It was always helpful to learn the alphabet. And numbers. ...and simple greetings.]

N- not all, but just my favourites. [...which made a good place to start. He could figure out which was the easiest ones of those and work his way through them. Fewer ingredients were also simpler to start with. He was certainly starting to formulate a plan at least.]

[As Canada was formulating a plan, Iceland was thinking of one as well. First the alphabet, then numbers, some greetings and simple sentence structures, and some nouns and adjectives to go with them...]

Oh. Like pancakes? [They at least seemed slightly simpler to make; though, the making of the batter could be complicated.. and Canada did seem to like them. And whipped them up like nobody's business earlier; Iceland didn't see a single recipe card anywhere.]

[It did always help to have a plan for such things. It made things go a whole lot smoother. And there was less awkward moments and fumbling around. ...not that there probably wouldn't be any of that, anyway.]

Exactly. Omelettes as well. And several dessert recipes. [...it went without saying he'd be teaching him pancakes first. There wasn't much to them. Plus, the'd be a good first recipe to learn. Then again, he was also biased.]

[It was Icelandic. Four grammatical tenses, three genders. Probably a lot of awkwardness would ensue, but Iceland would be too happy that he was trying to learn it to care.]

Ah, okay. [Well, of course pancakes would be first. This is Canada, of course.] Well, I suppose I'll start somewhere.

[He wondered if he might teach Canada to cook ethnic Icelandic dishes, but... probably none of them were remotely palatable. Darn.]

[There was no doubt he was bound to make a few mistakes as well, but at least he'd offer accidental entertainment with his slip-ups.]

Though I'm not too sure many consider omelettes lunch. Maybe I'll wait on those. [If it helps, he's willing to try and modify dishes to make them at least edible.]

[They'd probably both make their fair share of mistakes and provide their fair share of entertainment therein. It was part of the fun of learning and teaching in general.]

True. Though, it's not entirely unheard of. [Modifying dishes. As long as Canada did all the modifying, they'd be okay.]

[At least they'll be having fun doing so. At least, that's what he hopes. It makes it better that way, anyway.]

It's sort of like how Al would eat pizza for breakfast. I guess anything is a food for any time nowadays. [Don't worry. Canada would take control of such an endeavour. And do his best.]

[And it's always more fun to tackle endeavors like these with other people in any case.]

Oh, does he? [It certainly seemed like something Al would do.]

Yeah, it is going that direction anyway. But we probably should tackle lunch dishes for lunch first, in any case.

[That is true. The more the merrier, in such cases. Learning was also more fun with others.]

Among other things, yeah. [If it was edible, it was pretty much breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Or a snack.]

But yes. Traditional lunch dishes will be done first.

Not to mention American food is everywhere now, too.

[Seriously, did that guy export culture or something? His food, not to mention his TV, had just suddenly been everywhere. Unfortunately, fast food included, but the habit of any-food-any-time was spreading. Knowing Canada to be so much more logical than America, he was hesitant to lump them together; He was familiar with having odd siblings.]

[ooc; I do know enough Icelandic to teach Canada, so, when you're back from hiatus and feel up to a thread for their educational endeavors... :'Db]

I don't know how he manages that.

[He's just good at making things insane enough to be appealing. And, apparently, good at appealing to multiple things at once. Somehow. Thankfully Canada usually considered pancakes anytime food. ...and maybe poutine. And he didn't consider himself nearly as bad as his wayward brother.]

[ooc: ...ooooh. Awesome. /o/ I'm always up for it. Any time. Any where.]

Me neither.

[There certainly was a trick to it that he knew and the rest of them didn't, because knowing what was in most McDonalds and other fast foods... how did that ever become so widespread?]

[ooc: Any time, any where, under any guise? Awesome >D]

I think... that it's a good thing that we don't. Or anyone else for that matter.

[He was.. maybe a bit thankful nobody else seemed to really be able to figure out how Al did it. He feared the sort of things that would show up because of it. It'd be like an overstimulation of cheap, greasy fast food.]

[ooc: exactly. it'll be all 'wait. what just happened?!']