Somewhere in the Haight-Kikuchi District of San Fransokyo, there's an old Queen Anne Victorian built sometime in the early 1900s that hosts the The Lucky Cat Café on the bottom floor - which has also, historically, been in the building since the early 1900s. It's changed hands more than a few times but is currently run by one Aunt Cass, last name unknown (it's not fucking Hamada you piece of shit weebs). Cass and her nephew(s?), plural when Tadashi's not being super dead, live in the upper two floors of the house. Sometimes Hiro kinda lives in the garage too but we don't talk about the embarrassing times he sleeps in there for three straight days.
Open post. Tag Aunt Cass & she'll give you a coffee or THROW A VEGETABLE AT YOU OR something.
[Baymax hasn't spent too much time in the cafe part of the house, usually he's busy with Hiro or wandering around the city.
However, today, he's standing quietly and mostly out of the way, observing the goings-on. Every now and then, he'll scan someone, just to make sure that everything was still fine, after all, eating presented a few dangers, though they don't occur often.
So far, it's all been quiet, though he's been wandering more and more away from his post in his curiosity about the various treats and pastries that the patrons are enjoying.]
[As far as Cass is concerned, any invention by either of her boys is a great thing. She loves Baymax. Tadashi made him, he's squishy and cute and not to mention, polite; most importantly, though, he'd done for Hiro what she couldn't after Tadashi died, and for that she'll always be grateful for his presence.
She's just not sure about his waddling around the dining room during the lunch rush.
Cass is flitting back and forth in the kitchen behind the dining room, making sure she's got enough bread and desserts ready, and there's a waiter in the dining room to tend to things because of course the boys are out on the weekdays, but she keeps peering through the curtain in the kitchen doorway at the nurse bot, pursing her lips at him.
Oooh, maybe she'd better run interference.]
Baymax! Sweetie, c'mere, I need your help in the kitchen.
[Yes, she calls the robot Sweetie. Because he's a sweetie. And also kind of like one of her nephews, at this point. Or grand-nephew? Is she a great aunt now? Do robots count? Whatever.]
[Baymax had been toddling after a patron carrying a sprinkled donut when Aunt Cass called out to him. He immediately turns to look at her, straightening up and walking over to his family member.
Aunt Cass isn't his aunt, but that was what Hiro called her, so Baymax often followed suit.
When he reaches her, he tilts his head.]
Do you need medical assistance, Aunt Cass?
[He's not programmed for kitchen duty, so he automatically assumes that she needs the care that's in his coding.
Baymax doesn't mind being called 'Sweetie', as long as he knows that he's the one being addressed, it doesn't matter to him what name his patients and family call him.]
No, no no. [She laughs a little, waving a hand as she guides him into the kitchen and away from chasing the customers.] I'm fine. I just wondered if you'd like to help with the baking.
[He's a robot, and she knows that, but in demeanor he sort of reminds her of when Hiro was just a toddler...if Hiro could speak in complete sentences and had a PhD in the medical field, but. Okay so he's not really like a toddler but he's very simple and single-minded that way.
She starts with something easy, holding out two racks of yet-to-be baked bread dough for him.]
[Baymax is easy to herd into the kitchen, Aunt Cass has got his attention, so any thoughts of continuing to follow the cafe's patrons are gone.]
I am not programmed for baking, but I would be glad to help.
[He's not sure what he can do to assist her, but there are several dangers present in the kitchen. Accidents usually don't happen, but if she wanted him to stand by in case something happened, he'd be happy to.
So, he's a little surprised when he's handed items to hold, but he recovers quickly. He gently takes the trays and carefully holds them, it's an easy task, thanks to his strength.]
Yes.
[Baymax looks down at the bread and attempts to figure out what she's baking.]
What are you going to do with this dough?
[He's programmed with knowledge of healthy food, but doesn't have much of an idea of how to actually prepare it.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
stresseating) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
san_fransokyo2015-03-06 10:15 pm
no subject
However, today, he's standing quietly and mostly out of the way, observing the goings-on. Every now and then, he'll scan someone, just to make sure that everything was still fine, after all, eating presented a few dangers, though they don't occur often.
So far, it's all been quiet, though he's been wandering more and more away from his post in his curiosity about the various treats and pastries that the patrons are enjoying.]
i fORGOT ABOUT AUNT CASS lord
She's just not sure about his waddling around the dining room during the lunch rush.
Cass is flitting back and forth in the kitchen behind the dining room, making sure she's got enough bread and desserts ready, and there's a waiter in the dining room to tend to things because of course the boys are out on the weekdays, but she keeps peering through the curtain in the kitchen doorway at the nurse bot, pursing her lips at him.
Oooh, maybe she'd better run interference.]
Baymax! Sweetie, c'mere, I need your help in the kitchen.
[Yes, she calls the robot Sweetie. Because he's a sweetie. And also kind of like one of her nephews, at this point. Or grand-nephew? Is she a great aunt now? Do robots count? Whatever.]
No worries! Sorry about my own delay!
Aunt Cass isn't his aunt, but that was what Hiro called her, so Baymax often followed suit.
When he reaches her, he tilts his head.]
Do you need medical assistance, Aunt Cass?
[He's not programmed for kitchen duty, so he automatically assumes that she needs the care that's in his coding.
Baymax doesn't mind being called 'Sweetie', as long as he knows that he's the one being addressed, it doesn't matter to him what name his patients and family call him.]
no subject
[He's a robot, and she knows that, but in demeanor he sort of reminds her of when Hiro was just a toddler...if Hiro could speak in complete sentences and had a PhD in the medical field, but. Okay so he's not really like a toddler but he's very simple and single-minded that way.
She starts with something easy, holding out two racks of yet-to-be baked bread dough for him.]
Could you hold these while I get the oven?
no subject
I am not programmed for baking, but I would be glad to help.
[He's not sure what he can do to assist her, but there are several dangers present in the kitchen. Accidents usually don't happen, but if she wanted him to stand by in case something happened, he'd be happy to.
So, he's a little surprised when he's handed items to hold, but he recovers quickly. He gently takes the trays and carefully holds them, it's an easy task, thanks to his strength.]
Yes.
[Baymax looks down at the bread and attempts to figure out what she's baking.]
What are you going to do with this dough?
[He's programmed with knowledge of healthy food, but doesn't have much of an idea of how to actually prepare it.]