If only I could miss you even more than I wish to be missing you now~. Hmm, well, do be sure not to reach for any ingredients I need, or I will take your hand with it.
[ Wow, he says that so cheerfully. And yes, he is, in fact, here to cook, meaning he begins the prep for something quick and simple. Getting some rice, vegetable broth, a little white wine, various shredded cheese... ]
[ Fandaniel ignores it. Such softness is something the other three would welcome, but to him, it discomforts, unbalances. That is not who he is. He cannot have friends. ]
Yes. Those same roses grow from me every morning. I fear they have had to put up with one or two murder attempts this past week, so consider this a warning.
[ Boil rice, boil, as he stirs up a sauce. ]
I will likely wake up tomorrow and attempt to kill one of you yet again. Do be prepared.
Mm. That would explain some of the things you've left behind before, wouldn't it?
[He does look like he wants to ask something in followup, but holds his tongue for now, simply watching the dance across the kitchen. Man he wishes that were him. :(
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I'm sure we'll manage between the five of us. But I do appreciate the heads up.
If my dorm loves me at all, they should let me stab you a little first.
[ Eheheh. There, sauced whipped up, rice checked, almost there. Overall, it's a quick recipe, and he'll soon be plating it into little bowls for all. Yes, even Solomon.
[ Fandaniel picks up a spoon and digs out a bit of risotto into it from the bowl meant for Solomon. He steps around the counter to stand between his delicious rice dish and the vicious sorcerer with the chili powder, holding the spoon up. ]
He blinks a moment, chili powder already opened in one hand but frozen at the request where he's now trapped against the counter. His eyes flick to Fandaniel, then to the spoon.]
Insistent, aren't you? [He sighs as he puts the powder container down - he's not about to drop that spoon trying to take it with his injured hand.] It's not as though I meant to offend.
[ Oh dear, trapping him against a counter like this is going to make amb post the seal yelling gay in the channel a little awkward. It likely does nothing good for everyone else's assumptions, either. ]
And yet you did. I do take some pride in my skills, Solomon. Now open your mouth.
[ Yes, he is going to shove the spoon in there. Yes, this is very ridiculous. And, yes, it is very delicious. ]
[Well anyway MILD CHOKING ASIDE...... Solomon does reach up to grab the spoon from Fandaniel's grip before the man shoves the utensil all the way down his throat.
While he starts with rolling his eyes, Solomon's expression quickly becomes thoughtful, the spoon slipping from his mouth carefully.]
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[ Wow, he says that so cheerfully. And yes, he is, in fact, here to cook, meaning he begins the prep for something quick and simple. Getting some rice, vegetable broth, a little white wine, various shredded cheese... ]
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Still, until he gets roped into following Lilia around instead, he'll keep his hands to himself, watching Fandaniel like a bored cat.]
Any reason there's so many of you here with us tonight? Lilia I can understand, but Aerith and Don are a bit of a surprise.
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[ An idle wave of a hand as he gets the rice set up to boil, then preps the rest as that goes. ]
Although I imagine a large part of it is my little rose problem. You've noticed how people are affected by the black roses, yes?
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What a bond these bunch much have.]
The negative impulse control, correct? Yes, I'm aware.
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Yes. Those same roses grow from me every morning. I fear they have had to put up with one or two murder attempts this past week, so consider this a warning.
[ Boil rice, boil, as he stirs up a sauce. ]
I will likely wake up tomorrow and attempt to kill one of you yet again. Do be prepared.
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[He does look like he wants to ask something in followup, but holds his tongue for now, simply watching the dance across the kitchen. Man he wishes that were him. :(
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I'm sure we'll manage between the five of us. But I do appreciate the heads up.
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[ Eheheh. There, sauced whipped up, rice checked, almost there. Overall, it's a quick recipe, and he'll soon be plating it into little bowls for all. Yes, even Solomon.
It's a four-cheese risotto! ]
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[RIP because he's IMMEDIATELY digging through the cupboards now that Fandaniel's done. Suspicious]
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What are you looking for?
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Oh, something a little extra.
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It does not need anything extra.
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[Do worry, he has chili powder.]
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[ Fandaniel picks up a spoon and digs out a bit of risotto into it from the bowl meant for Solomon. He steps around the counter to stand between his delicious rice dish and the vicious sorcerer with the chili powder, holding the spoon up. ]
You will try it as is before adding anything.
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He blinks a moment, chili powder already opened in one hand but frozen at the request where he's now trapped against the counter. His eyes flick to Fandaniel, then to the spoon.]
Insistent, aren't you? [He sighs as he puts the powder container down - he's not about to drop that spoon trying to take it with his injured hand.] It's not as though I meant to offend.
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going to make amb post the seal yelling gay in the channela little awkward. It likely does nothing good for everyone else's assumptions, either. ]And yet you did. I do take some pride in my skills, Solomon. Now open your mouth.
[ Yes, he is going to shove the spoon in there. Yes, this is very ridiculous. And, yes, it is very delicious. ]
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While he starts with rolling his eyes, Solomon's expression quickly becomes thoughtful, the spoon slipping from his mouth carefully.]
...I can see why. That is very good...
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And yet he's still glancing at the chili powder.
Hm.]
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But he will pull the spoon back once he's sure the man has eaten the damn risotto. Don't think he didn't see that. ]
...I will kill you if you do.
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[What a rude chef.]
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