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 do you even know what's in that???, caspar | the art of vegetarianism
aurora m. rigby
 Posted: Jun 28 2014, 05:19 PM
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When Aurora signed up for a cooking class upon being accepted to Barrie, she hadn’t known what to expect. Cooking was sometimes second nature to her, seeing as she’d grown up on a farm and then worked at a restaurant for a bit. Maybe to anybody else that didn’t mean anything, but to her, she felt sort of… at home when she was in a kitchen. There was something about making just the right measurements, the smell of anything in the oven, the sound of sauce sizzling. Her mother had taught her everything she knew; it wasn’t much, and that might have been one of the main reasons she picked the elective in the first place.

She’d known being the new girl would be difficult, what with trying to make new friends and showing teachers she was alright, and dealing with a heavier workload. She hadn’t expected Culinary Arts to give her so much trouble. Anything she knew was quickly thrown out the window by the teacher, who seemed to always be going on about their extensive schooling at some fancy culinary school. Even the smallest mistake was noticed, and if anybody even thought it’d be a good idea to start a food fight, they were immediately shut down. It was just so much harder than she thought it would be and she stressed about it almost every day.

That was until she’d been paired up with a student by the name of Caspar Crane. The first thing she’d realized was that he talked a lot. She was perfectly alright with that, honestly. It meant she had less of an opportunity to say something stupid and embarrass herself. She learned almost immediately that he was a vegan. It wasn’t really surprising, seeing as they were cooking, but she found it sort of hard to understand why someone who had such serious dietary restrictions would take a culinary class. It wasn’t her place to judge or question, obviously, but she was very curious. She was also very much looking forward to knowing him.

Ever since she’d last tried her ‘pledge to be veg,’ she’d only lasted thirteen days. Yeah, so she loved cheeseburgers and steak as much as any other American, but she was very determined to go a month without eating meat. Caspar Crane was a vegan. If there was one person who could convince her to successfully do this, it had to be somebody who’d already done it. Caspar was also very passionate about it and she was certain he wouldn’t give into any pouts or puppy dog eyes she’d surely end up giving him. Culinary also got a heck of a lot easier once she’d befriended him, which she was immensely thankful for (even though she’d heard he was normally a big slacker).

Today, though, was not a day for class. For only having been in New York a few weeks, Aurora had yet to even step foot in Grimm Avenue mall. She was pretty excited to explore it, to see if there really was anything worth her time. Though now that she recalled, she did have a shopping trip coming up with Carly Barrett (who was kind of a celebrity), so maybe it’d be a good idea to at least try to familiarize herself with the mall. She wouldn’t worry about it just yet, because she was here with Caspar. They were headed to the food court for lunch and she’d gone ten days without eating meat. She was rather pleased, but it wasn’t thirteen, and it definitely wasn’t thirty.

"Does the food court even have vegetarian options?" Aurora found herself asking, nose scrunched up a little. She could already smell it from here, and for some reason, it didn’t smell as yummy as it normally did. She thought that was a bit strange and encouraging, and she was suddenly hopeful that she’d have no problem at all saying no to a cheeseburger or a taco o—right

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CASPAR C. CRANE
 Posted: Jun 29 2014, 08:11 PM
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We were all born on days when people died

but you still have to call it a birthday

Caspar had a new recruit. This was like, a way bigger deal than it should’ve been. Caspar never got recruits. The last time he’d mentioned veganism to someone in his Foods class, he’d gotten a spatula thrown at his head. Seriously, what an overreaction. All he’d done was greet his seat-neighbors with a simple “Hello, animal killers” during a Hamburger Tasting event. Close-minded bigots. They were everything that was wrong with American society today.

Except for one girl. Aura Rigby seemed to be the only other person in that class with anything resembling sense. Unlike the other low-life pigs, who mindlessly slaughtered animals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with no thought of said animals’ feelings and rights, Aura was taking it upon herself to embrace vegetarianism, the only truly correct way for a human to live his or her life.

Well, okay. That wasn’t quite true. In reality, Caspar tended to frown upon vegetarianism. Veganism was really the true pinnacle of humanity; he’d always thought that eating the excrements of animals (eggs, cheese, milk, etc.) was just as entitled and oppressive as eating the animals themselves. It was more an attitude problem than anything else. It was the idea that so many human beings seemed to have in their heads that animals belonged to humans, to be used and exploited in whatever way said humans wished. The fact that so many people in this country felt justified in taking the lives and property of other living things simply for their own pleasure was absolutely disgusting, in Caspar’s opinion. Plus, meat tended to be shipped like, super long distance, and made with a bunch of gross pesticides, and that shit was super bad for the Earth, man.

But anyways. In this case, vegetarianism was still better than nothing. And maybe he’d be able to swing her towards the vegan side by the end of today’s excursion.

”So,” he began, as they walked into the Food Court at the mall. ”Welcome to this week’s episode of Cafeterias with Caspar.” He laughed dryly. Generally, Caspar tended to avoid food courts. They reeked of corporate, commercial corruption, and their employees were practically slave labor, from what Caspar was aware. Still, once again, he’d be making an exception today. If he could help Aura save the lives of innocent animals, he’d put himself through the torture.

“Does the food court even have vegetarian options?”

”Ah, now that’s the first trick of the trade.” Another dry laugh. ”Every culinary venue, no matter what or where, is going to have a vegetarian option. Now, the owner may be a corrupt corporate puppet, and it may be hidden somewhere, but it’s there, I promise. You’ve just gotta dig, sometimes.” He shrugged. ”Price you’ve gotta pay to be a decent human being. As I always say—hey, wait a second.” Something had caught his eye. A young woman was standing outside of a small booth to their left, offering to passerbys small plastic cups of…was that milk?

Free samples of milk. Now that was something Caspar could not let slide without a fight.

”Excuse me, there! Excuse me!” Caspar strode quickly towards her, running his tongue over his lower lip like he often did when he could feel a rant collecting itself in his throat. ”Are you aware of what this substance is that you’re oh-so-casually dolling out to these poor, innocent customers?” He continued before she could reply. ”That is a mother’s milk, my friend. That is milk that a young, female cow produced to feed her children. And just what makes you think that you’re entitled to steal nourishment from the hands of young children?”

He rolled his eyes, making his way back to Aura. ”Honestly, these people and their indulgences just make me sick.” He clapped his hands together, clearing his throat. ”Anyways, uh, so, what’re we in the mood for?”

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aurora m. rigby
 Posted: Jul 13 2014, 02:44 AM
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Aurora coudn't help laughing a little. "I sincerely hope that's what we are calling these lessons." Though she wasn't entirely sure if it would be a food court they'd be visiting whenever they did go on these little adventures. Maybe they'd go to some fast food place next-- actually, she really hoped not. She'd grown up on a farm where her food was fresh and healthy and the last thing she wanted was to ever put McDonald's in her body. Gross. Nah, a pizza place of some sort was definitely more probable.

That was definitely news to her. She had no idea places were required to offer vegetarian meals. She supposed it made sense, though. More options meant more business. "Corrupt corporate puppet," she repeated quietly, hoping to keep that forever in her vocabulary, "well, I just don't understand why they wouldn't advertise it. More customers, right?" She'd hardly finished her question when Caspar paused, eyes shooting towards a young woman sampling some sort of drink. Aurora almost followed but he spoke before she could move and she somehow found herself not surprised that she could hear him from where she stood.

Aurora's jaw dropped only slightly, partly expecting this from Caspar, but mostly in complete shock. She'd seen him have a go at people at school, but never anybody in public. Then again, she hadn't spent much time with him in public, had she? Without giving the woman a chance to answer, Caspar went on and Aurora found herself trying not to giggle. Alright, so maybe she didn't quite understand just yet the ways of veganism but it wasn't her fault; she had yet to master being a vegetarian. Straightening up and schooling her expression into one of half neutrality, half disappointment, she shook her head as Caspar returned. "The nerve of some people."

Hesitating to answer, she looked around the food court for an idea. Of all the choices, she supposed pizza was easy enough and so she pointed towards the Sbarro's. "How about pizza?"

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CASPAR C. CRANE
 Posted: Aug 2 2015, 06:39 AM
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We were all born on days when people died

but you still have to call it a birthday

Okay, she seemed to be buying his rhetoric so far. That was good. People were usually far, far gone by this stage. But seriously, why did the rest of the world have to be so terrible? Literally, Caspar was surrounded by murderers almost 24/7, heartless, cold-blooded murderers--including that pompous brother of his, curse himβ€”and it made him sick. Maybe he should just move to India, where widespread religion forbade the eating of animal products. Yes, he’d certainly be happier there.

But then, who would be around to teach precious souls likeβ€”what was her name? Aurora?β€”Aurora the higher order goods of life.

"Well, I just don’’t understand why they wouldn’t advertise it. More customers, right?” Ah, the innocence was palatable.

”The issue, unfortunately, is capitalism.” Caspar made a faceβ€”the word felt like a profanity on his tongue. ”Vegetarian dishes are bothersome for restaurant chefs to makeβ€”by β€˜bothersome’, I of course mean less profitable. Cheaper, for the customers.” Another grimaceβ€”economies were so oppressive, and any talk of them made him sick to his stomach. Like, actually. ”So they don’t want to have to serve those dishes if they can possibly avoid it, because they make less money from them. Lucky for our pockets though.” He tapped his pocket wryly.

”So, yes. Pizza. That’s pretty easy, one only needs to ask. Observe.” He strode confidently up to the Dominoes to his left. β€œHello. What vegetarian slices do you have today?”

The employee glared at him. ”We have plain cheese.”

Only plain cheese? Capitalist prick. Had these restaurant chains just lost all sense of what the people wanted? At least some sort of vegetable would do wonders. ”Fine. Two of those.”He handed the money over, and received his greasy plates, with a baleful stare. ”Bastard,” he muttered as he returned to his pupil. ”Anyways, shall we eat?”


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aurora m. rigby
 Posted: Nov 20 2015, 02:12 AM
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Aurora had somehow not realized until just now had passionate Caspar was about all of this. She had figured it just made sense for her to at least try becoming vegetarian since she had grown up on a farm and had a love for all animals, but there was apparently much more to it. Then again, because she had grown up on a farm (not even that, but in a town like Fairfield), the meat she had eaten was at least fresh, and she knew where it was coming from. The look on Caspar’s face as he said the word β€˜capitalism’ made her feel very much like she had a lot of research to do. What he was saying made sense, though. Vegetarian dishes were probably also pricier to make? But companies could only charge so much, she supposed.

Aurora nodded, at a slight loss for words, as she mulled it all over. Today was turning out to be much more than learning the ways of vegetarianism and for that she was actually grateful. She was all about learning experiences, even if she hadn’t exactly expected them. β€œI’ve got a lot to learn,” she said absent-mindedly, hoping she didn’t sound disinterested when she was actually just a little unfocused. She doubted searching for these sorts of things online would be much help since the internet was very easily influenced by the very people who didn’t want any of this accessible. Okay, her thoughts were making less sense by the second. Best to just worry about today.

Pizza. Wait, she had definitely suggested pizza. She hated pizza. Had she not been thinking? She supposed she had only been concerned in the moment for something that was obviously vegetarian. Well, she wasn’t going to say anything about it now. Besides, she had learned growing up that people didn’t hate pizza, and there was definitely something wrong with her, and she didn’t feel like getting into that right now. Aurora followed Caspar to the counter, observing, and wishing she had a notebook. The lack of vegetarian options didn’t bother her so much as the employee’s attitude did. What sort of customer service was that?! Aurora had half a mind to speak to a manager but Caspar was handling it and that wasn’t what they were here for.

He paid for the slices before she had a chance to insist she could buy her own and she felt a little flustered about it. There wasn’t much she could do about it, at least now anyway, and so she nodded, taking her plate from him to at least try and be a little helpful. She found a table nearby and sat, leaving the pizza untouched for a moment. β€œI think I’m just as bothered by his complete lack of manners, to be honest,” Aurora said offhand, β€œanyway, cheers!” She finished rather sarcastically, taking a bite out of the pizza, and trying not to grimace too much.

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