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doctorjwilson

Abby Road - Phale and Wilson's Residence - Wednesday evening

Jul 18, 2007 21:02

Wilson was attempting to make gumbo.

The first four attempts at a proper rou had ended up in the trash, the mortal cursing up a blue streak each time. The fifth attempt had been deemed passable but not for gumbo but on the sixth attempt, Wilson felt he finally had it right.

And so he was making gumbo and dirty rice. The scent of both dishes was ( Read more... )

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ditheringangel July 19 2007, 01:23:24 UTC

Despite repeated attempts to slip into the kitchen and try to do a bit of baking for dessert, Aziraphale had been threatened with everything from bodily harm to a wing-preening ban until he finally succumbed to self-preservation and pulled up a chair to the doorway. From there, a glass of wine in his hand as well, the angel read from one of his favorite books of poetry.

"Then pluck a reed
And bid me sing to thee,
For I would feed
Thine ears with melody,
Who art more fair
Than fairest fleur-de-lys,
More sweet and rare
Than sweetest ambergris."

doctorjwilson July 19 2007, 01:31:48 UTC

"Ouch!" Wilson yelped as a crawfish made a bid for freedom.

"Oh no you don't, into the pot with you!"

Splash!

"Hmmm, I think that's everything. Now I just need to let it all simmer for a bit," he said in a pensive tone, almost talking to himself as he also enjoyed the rich cadence of his lover's voice from the doorway.

ditheringangel July 19 2007, 01:38:26 UTC

"What dost thou fear?
Young Hyacinth is slain,
Pan is not here,
And will not come again.
No horned Faun
Treads down the yellow leas,
No God at dawn
Steals through the olive trees."

Aziraphale paused for a sip from his glass, looking up with a smile. "Good, then you can come and take a bit of break. You've been working at that for ages, love. Get off your feet for a few minutes."

doctorjwilson July 19 2007, 01:43:44 UTC

Wilson fretted at the stove for a few more seconds but then muttered and headed over to the kitchen table.

Refilling his wine glass, he made an offer to refill Phale's before grabbing a chair and dragging it over next to the angel.

"I just want to get it right. Cajun cooking is a lot more difficult than it seems. It's like trying to make artful chaos. What are we reading now?"

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dark_innocence July 19 2007, 01:58:49 UTC

Lana wandered down, drawn by the smell. "Hey," she said quietly. "That smells wonderful. Anything I can do to help?"

ditheringangel July 19 2007, 02:08:08 UTC

"Not a thing except taste it when James says it's ready," Aziraphale piped up, safe in his chair while the young doctor stirred the gumbo. "But you can pull up a seat if you like, and tell us how you've been doing."

dark_innocence July 19 2007, 02:10:52 UTC

Lana sat down, still looking tired, but nearly as drawn and stressed as she had a week ago. "I think I've been doing okay," she replied. "Work went well Monday and I've stopped into the store a few other times.'

"Haven't actually left the building yet," she said quietly

ditheringangel July 19 2007, 02:17:26 UTC

"Small steps, my dear," Aziraphale said encouragingly. "You've been in the shop on your own, and that's a good start. It'll give you a chance to meet people. There's no rush, you know. Although when you do feel you're ready to get out, I would bet there'll be plenty of friends ready to step up and accompany you."

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inshiningarmour July 19 2007, 02:17:13 UTC

A nice foody smell was enough to draw Thelma in from her evening walk.

And unless the front door was locked, she was about to just let herself in...

ditheringangel July 19 2007, 02:19:53 UTC

In fact, the doors were all standing wide open, as if just hoping to tempt stray passers-by inside...

inshiningarmour July 19 2007, 02:23:40 UTC

I READ GOOD

Thelma wandered in, trying not to be too conspicuous, which of course meant she was totally conspicuous, but not exactly everyone could spot her. She'd follow her nose to the food.

ditheringangel July 19 2007, 02:27:16 UTC

It was unlikely that at least two of the current residents would notice Thelma, but Aziraphale looked up with a curious expression.

Then he opened his mouth, as if about to say something, glanced in the direction of the others, and closed it again, cocking his eyebrow at the young woman. Raising his wine glass toward his lips as something of a shield for his words, he said very softly, "I do hope, my dear, that you're here of your own choosing, and not because you're lost?"

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