One pinch of lavender leaves and a dash of purple sprinkles...

[seeriouswizness]

Who: Gamzee and Rose
When: Backdated to the twelfth of October, afternoon
Where: Gamzee's Hive
Status: Closed??

It had been a little later than she'd liked, but there would be no missing this date with Gamzee. She wanted to expand her friendships and her cooking knowledge, and he had some baking skills to share. After a quick request for directions to his ho--hive, she got dressed and packed (meaning a notepad, a pen and a book to read in case things got a little long) and headed out.

It wasn't long before she was there (okay so it took her a good five minutes extra because she was getting used to all the streets once again, so sue her) knocking on his door, really looking forward to the afternoon ahead.

Hopefully he answered the door.

She still kind of had her doubts.

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[420]

Milenko stares for a moment more before giving out a loud honk.

Gamzee gives the whole thing a casual little shrug along with a smile. "Ain't you mind him none, sister. Lil' man just does all feel like any motherfucker what he does lay sight on be owin' him some motherfuckin' grub."

[seeriouswizness]

...wh...what? Gamzee what did you say? Do you speak English sometimes Rose doubts it.

"Uh...o...okay." Clearing her throat a little, she stands up a big straighter. "Well, shall we move to the kitchen then?" Since Milenko isn't going to cause trouble or anything. She thinks.

She's pretty sure that's what Gamzee was saying.

[420]

There may be some words amongst his babbling that could pass for english. On a good day!

"Yeah. I got all my recipes all in there." He gives a little motion, down along the hall. "This way." And if she lets him and nothing else comes up, he'll guide her to the kitchen.

[seeriouswizness]

She'll let him, because she's still not sure of that goose. He kind of makes her a little nervous with his staring and what not. So other than cautiously eying him as she follows, she'll be more than happy to simply enter the kitchen.

"How many recipes are we talking about, perchance?"

[420]

He pauses, looks thoughtful, but then he laughs a little and shrugs. "You know, I never fuckin' counted the fuckers. Some, I guess."

When they get inside the kitchen though, it'll soon become clear to her that 'some' apparently means a whole messy stack of recipes spread out across the giant dinner table (Hey, they have a bunch of people here, they need a huge table).

Gamzee looks at the mess, idly, before added, "that much."