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[lukoi]

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH
JOURNAL: inheritedearth
VOICE: ★★★★★

RENO
JOURNAL: emcharge
VOICE: ★★★★✩

BIGGS
JOURNAL: leafhouse
VOICE: ★★★★★

RUFUS SHINRA
JOURNAL: shinralegacy
VOICE: ★★★✩✩

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[leafhouse]

Has she?

[He bites back a laugh; he probably should have expected as much.]

Somehow, that doesn't surprise me.

[Aerith does seem like the eager type, and he can easily imagine her being enthusiastic to learn and assist and end up getting underfoot in the process, so to speak— though he doesn't think they'll have that problem. If they do, he can't see himself being bothered by it, anyway. The idea of Aerith hovering is— part of the draw?

Right. Cooking. He's here to cook. He should focus on that. He grins as he turns to look over what she's assembled, bracing his hands against his hips.]

You really did go all out. You have the makings of a real feast here.

lol well hello a year later (you don't have top reply gurl ilu)

[cetra]

[Maybe Aerith has found herself in Elmyra's way more often than not. She's lost count of how many times she's stumbled over her mom's legs, or Elmyra has accidentally stomped on her foot.

She's been banished to the table for years, left to cut up vegetables while her mom works her magic. Aerith is determined to not get her toes trampled tonight, though she is going to be close. His compliment brings a faint blush to her cheeks, and her hands claps in front of her, pleased.]

What can I say? I wanted to see if we could go all out. [She's never been one to do it halfway, at least.] I can cut a mean onion, you know. I even learned the secret to no tears onion cutting.

well HELLO YOURSELF

[leafhouse]

Yeah? No-tears onion cutting, huh?

[That's a pretty impressive skill. He's not about to admit to tears on his part, but it does tend to sting the eyes...]

You have the makings of a great sous chef, then. Getting everything cut is one of the biggest steps, and it can make a big difference if you get sloppy about it.

[It's an important job, even if it was often shuffled off on someone banished from the kitchen! He puts his hands on his hips as he takes in the array of vegetables and herbs. It would be an awful shame to let anything go to waste.]

What about ratatouille? That would really show off all of your vegetables.

[cetra]

[ Oh, now there's a title to aspire to. She likes that, the idea of a sous chef. She needs to pull that one out next time Elmyra complains about how she cut the vegetables.

His suggestion is met with a hum from Aerith as she thinks, head tilted just the slightest to her right. Within a moment she's nodding, in total agreement. There's just one problem here - ]

I've never had that. Or heard of it. [ Maybe that should be embarrassing, but really her focus has always been elsewhere. Aerith prefers to be out and about in her little corner of the slums, sweeping in at night to eat whatever it is Elmyra makes. Admittedly, she never had much of an interest in learning to be better in the kitchen until this whole thing with Biggs came up. Will she be obvious if she scoots both the chairs at the table by each other when they eat? She's gotta remember to do that.] Which veggies are we cutting up tonight? I'm sure there's enough room to cut them up together.

[ Just enough. Aerith doesn't mind bumping elbows a few times while they work, that's all part of the fun. ]

[leafhouse]

[Happy to help sow loving discord in the home, Miss Gainsborough.

He shakes his head when she admits to never having heard of it; it’s not especially common in Midgar, given its contents. Vegetables can be hard to come by, after all, and he offers her an easy smile.]

It’s a dish they make on the western continent sometimes— or at least, that’s where I was told it’s from. It’s mostly just vegetables that are sliced and layered with oil and some seasoning, then roasted to bring out their flavor. One of those dishes that lets the ingredients speak for themselves.

[For his part, he doesn’t seem to mind them both being in the kitchen in the least. That’s why he was here, wasn’t it? And it’s… nice, having her so close.

He gives a nod at her suggestion that they cut together, and he starts dividing the vegetables between them so that they’ll both have plenty to work with.]

Let’s see… we’ll want to slice up these squash and zucchini, and a bunch of these tomatoes. Usually there’s eggplant, but we can do without if you don’t have any— I can’t remember the last time I even saw one. We’ll also want to dice these peppers and some garlic for sauce, and an onion.

[cetra]

[ She's takes up a spot beside him, maybe a little closer than is necessary but he can just elbow her out of the way. She's hoping he'll be too polite to do so, so teasing him just a little bit will be fun.

It doesn't matter that they are just getting to know each other, she simply just can't help herself. When a blush dusts over his cheeks, it draws her in. From far away, he gives off an aura of a professional...someone. Not terrorist, not hitman, but someone who knows how to handle himself when things get ugly.

And here he is, in her tiny kitchen, giving her smiles that make the butterflies in her stomach come alive. ]

No eggplant right now, unfortunately. Just isn't the season for it. Maybe one day, I'll have my own greenhouse and I won't have to worry about the seasons. They don't get very big when I plant them around here without a lot of help.

[ A greenhouse -- one of several wishes she has. Grabbing a knife, she pulls a squash toward her, nudging him with her elbow before she starts slicing it into thin slivers. ]

Yell at me if I cut them wrong. [ She knows he wouldn't but she gives him a wink anyway.]

[leafhouse]

[As if he has it in her to yell at her or anyone.]

And here I thought you were a vegetable cutting expert. Wouldn’t you know if it was wrong?

[He shoots her a teasing smile in reply, and though he meets that playful nudge of hers with one of his own in response, another faint blush does make itself known across his nose and cheeks as he reaches for a tomato and starts dicing.

She just has that effect on him— on a lot of people, he’s guessing, with that winning smile of hers. Everything about her makes her a bright spot among the slums, where such things are all too rare.]

A greenhouse, though— that would be perfect for you. You could do some incredible things with one of those.