You're supposed to eat more than once a day, you know that, right?
[ we are going to the kitchen!!!!! he turns around and starts heading that way, grumbling under his breath about the stupid calendar with its stupid seven days that doesn't even make SENSE
she might get the feeling that he's just being fussy. he also holds the door open for her on the way in! ]
Well what about you? You eat three whole meals a day?
[ said as if she thinks this is an absurd standard that no one could possibly pull off. but she gives a little 'thanks' nod at the door hold... so polite.
we will fucking circle back to the calendar thing eventually. christ. ]
Is that so strange? So long as we're not off in the middle of a cave or a battle or some other nonsense, yes -- no wonder you were staring off into the void.
[ hanger.... satan is hanger...it makes sense now.
in they go to the kitchen! he gestures to the sink. ] Go wash your hands.
[ he gives her such a look at the mom nickname!!!! but will let it go with that. once she comes over, he grabs a cutting board and slides it in front of her on the counter, then starts gathering up a few things from the fridge - a cut of meat, lots of veggies, so on and so forth. ]
Not often I run into someone who looks at me confused when I ask them if they've eaten. Honestly.
[ the answer to this question is yes, yes he does, but... ] Besides. If I've the ability to help someone, why not do so?
[ well. she doesn't know what they're making but she will start cutting vegetables never the less? he put the cutting board in front of her so she's just like. well okay! ]
[ he says - a hum of an answer, to the question, as he's starting to prepare some kind of spice mixture. redgrass. idk what it looks like. ]
My father always said that it's important not to place oneself high and mighty above the people that you lead. The moment that you start to rest on your laurels is the moment you forget the real reason for nobility in the first place.
[ to take care of your people. ]
So, I learned to cook, clean - anything the people do, we did alongside them.
That's cool. Nobility in books and movies are usually more—isolated from it. I guess. [ she's thinking on one hand she does not know how much she can praise a person just learning the ordinary parts of life everyone else has to manage. ... but she does get that it's the kind of thing that had to be a choice, and he didn't have to make that choice actually, so. it's good.
... chops... ]
Well, I like cooking more than cleaning. Personally.
They're like that in life, too, more often than not. It's a damned shame.
[ there's a little distaste there, because it rankles him - the idea of nobility in power only. it goes against everything strohl is.
but - the last bit makes him smile a little, and he picks off a piece of cooked meat from the skewer he's working on, and passes it across to her on a fork. ]
Yeah? Too bad, I was going to ask you to do the dishes. [ teasing. ] Here. Try it.
[ though, maybe not that hard... he frowns, a little more thoughtfully, then shakes his head - thankfully, alex has a distracting remark quickly, and it makes him crack a grin. ]
If your vegetables kill it, that's not my fault. [ teasing!! ] What's it like? Where you're from.
[ okay cute, first of all. but she's like. hang on. ] Wait. There are fantasy novels in worlds that are already... fantasy?
[ well it's not like those worlds consider themselves fantasy, alex. THINGS COULD STILL BE DIFFERENT FROM THEIR NORM. she just thinks that's wild though. ]
... Yeah. And I usually run kinda hot to begin with, so it took a while to adjust. [ ok. ]
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Airports are just like that. They put you in a mood.
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[ there's a pause... he looks her over, with that little smile, frowning a little himself. ]
You eaten yet?
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[ has to think about this question. ]
... No. I guess not?
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... Alright, come on. Restaurant. I've stashed some things away in the icebox anyhow.
[ jerking his head towards the congratulations restaurant with the kitchen, he'll turn, waiting for her to follow? ]
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... Wait, no. Childe made me something on Saturday. [ WAS STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS I GUESS. ]
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[ what is the calendar ] Tell me that was yesterday.
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[ we are going to the kitchen!!!!! he turns around and starts heading that way, grumbling under his breath about the stupid calendar with its stupid seven days that doesn't even make SENSE
she might get the feeling that he's just being fussy. he also holds the door open for her on the way in! ]
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[ said as if she thinks this is an absurd standard that no one could possibly pull off. but she gives a little 'thanks' nod at the door hold... so polite.
we will fucking circle back to the calendar thing eventually. christ. ]
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[ hanger.... satan is hanger...it makes sense now.
in they go to the kitchen! he gestures to the sink. ] Go wash your hands.
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[ she will go to wash her hands... and when she comes back. just. ]
You look after everyone like this?
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Not often I run into someone who looks at me confused when I ask them if they've eaten. Honestly.
[ the answer to this question is yes, yes he does, but... ] Besides. If I've the ability to help someone, why not do so?
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... But you do regularly ask people that?
[ amused ]
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[ he makes a vague gesture with the knife - though, at that amused question, he turns a little pink at the ears. hush you ]
Not that regularly. [ yes he does. ] Part of the duty of a noble's keeping food on the people's plates. Can you handle your spice, or no?
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But usually not literally, I don't think...? [ interesting. she just nods at the spice question. ] So you're nobility?
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[ he says - a hum of an answer, to the question, as he's starting to prepare some kind of spice mixture. redgrass. idk what it looks like. ]
My father always said that it's important not to place oneself high and mighty above the people that you lead. The moment that you start to rest on your laurels is the moment you forget the real reason for nobility in the first place.
[ to take care of your people. ]
So, I learned to cook, clean - anything the people do, we did alongside them.
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... chops... ]
Well, I like cooking more than cleaning. Personally.
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[ there's a little distaste there, because it rankles him - the idea of nobility in power only. it goes against everything strohl is.
but - the last bit makes him smile a little, and he picks off a piece of cooked meat from the skewer he's working on, and passes it across to her on a fork. ]
Yeah? Too bad, I was going to ask you to do the dishes. [ teasing. ] Here. Try it.
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[ well it gets complicated but she doesn't need to get into the details. it's different enough, she thinks.
she takes the fork and gives it a try. nods... ]
It's good. Maybe good enough to do the dishes, but we'll see.
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[ though, maybe not that hard... he frowns, a little more thoughtfully, then shakes his head - thankfully, alex has a distracting remark quickly, and it makes him crack a grin. ]
If your vegetables kill it, that's not my fault. [ teasing!! ] What's it like? Where you're from.
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[ and those are often about monarchy. are they accurate? to anything? no. but whatever. ]
Hey, it'd be almost impressive if they did. [ but uhm. shrugs. ] Eh, you know. Kinda hot.
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[ fond... ✨💖 will 💖✨ ]
Hot. Seriously? You were just in hell, and that's what you had to say? Hot?
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[ well it's not like those worlds consider themselves fantasy, alex. THINGS COULD STILL BE DIFFERENT FROM THEIR NORM. she just thinks that's wild though. ]
... Yeah. And I usually run kinda hot to begin with, so it took a while to adjust. [ ok. ]