26 - Sand Thief

[radiantwingedone]

Who: Duke and The Vesperia Household (Yuri, Ioder, Dhaos)
Where: at the Vesperia House
When: Late evening?
Status: Closed
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[ After that pair of moderately awkward voice-mails, Duke has packed a few things up - mostly clothing for the next day, a notebook or two, and almost hesitatingly a book on magic he recently received. That last probably wasn't smart of him, but... It was interesting, even if mildly painful. If he couldn't sleep...

If anyone was anticipating him arriving by searching with magic, he isn't giving his location away that way. He is trying to hide, after all, and if that means he has to be more careful while walking... well, its not going to be a speed reduction or anything.

But he'll be there before it gets too dark, looking a little worn, but not nearly as worn out as he'd been after the fear-curse. ]

Comments

[fortheempire]

[Ioder, thankfully, has more skills than that. And he's a better cook than Flynn. Some how.]

Alright well... sauce? We have a few different kids.

[radiantwingedone]

... Afraid preference in food is not much beyond 'edible'.

[ And he might find Flynn's cooking to be edible, if just very odd tasting.

Excuse him as he looks at the varieties. ]

[fortheempire]

Well in that case I say it's a good chance to try something different!

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke blinks once at Ioder, then back at the sauces.

He removes the green can. Says something about 'Pesto' on it. Something new? ]

[fortheempire]

Mm? ... oh! Petso! It's very delicious. Savory sort of taste. You can make it in to a cream sauce, too.

[Apparently Ioder has been paying attention to Yuri's cooking since getting there.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Maybe Duke should too. ]

Think would like ... as is, first. [ If he's going to try something, he'd like to try it as is before trying a variation. ]

[fortheempire]

Alright! Here, let me see it.

[Ioder holds his hand out for the jar.]

I think I remember how to make this properly...

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke will just quietly start opening cupboards to see whats inside each. Finding plates, cups, and silverware is just as important as finding out if he will need to provide his own tea. ]

[fortheempire]

[Meanwhile Ioder gets back to work on the food, getting a pot filled with water, and another for the sauce.

All the while he's humming faintly to himself.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke has discovered where most things of importance are in the kitchen, and so he's looking between two shelves. ]

... Bowls, plates?

[fortheempire]

Mm... bowls might be easier? Unless we want something else with the pasta.

[radiantwingedone]

.... As snack, or light meal, think pasta will be enough.

[ Which may be Duke-speak for "If more is wanted, it can be gained by whoever wants it." ]

[fortheempire]

Sounds good! Just pasta it is then. Bowls will work, in that case.

[radiantwingedone]

[ Then Duke will get bowls down and forks out and... Wait. ]

[fortheempire]

[Waiting is fine, but it's still going to be about 20 minutes before everything is ready.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Guess what Duke forgot about food?

It takes forever to cook. ]

[fortheempire]

[Yes, Duke. It does.

But Ioder is wonderfully patient, and simply takes out a worn book and leans against the counter, reading in between occasionally stirring things.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ He should do that.

Only the book he's reading tends to result in some reading and some blank staring. It's related to whatever is making him uncomfortable... ]

[fortheempire]

[Nearing the end of cooking, Ioder finally passes a glance to the dining room.]

... is everything alright, Duke?

[radiantwingedone]

... Yes and no.

[fortheempire]

... that's still a 'no'.

[There's that worried look again.]

[radiantwingedone]

... Correct.

[ Stop giving him that look, Ioder. ]

[fortheempire]

[NOPE.]

... I'm willing to listen, you know.

[radiantwingedone]

If I don't share perhaps it will go away.

[ He's aware of how silly that sounds right after he says it. ]

[fortheempire]

... running away from it is hardly a solution.