[Whoa, that actually smells pretty delicious. He'll be sure to hold it carefully.]
Wow, you must've put a lot into this. It smells yummy. But, uhm, you didn't have to go through all that trouble just for me. I mean, I know it's Father's Day and all, but shouldn't you be focusing on your family?
[Hovers in passionate adoration over the mille crepes...]
Oh. Ooooooh.
Oh, my. Ilsa...you shouldn't have. Here... quick, before the kids see it...
[He ushers her through the door and races, pell mell, to the office, where he carefully hides the mille crepes in his file drawers, because he is not going to share!!! Only then does he turn and look at Ilsa, consideringly.]
You know, you really shouldn't have. I mean, really. Not that this isn't like you, but, it's really not like you.
C is for cake!ooeeooahahJune 21 2011, 19:19:48 UTC
Hi! I thought I'd stop by with a housewarming gift!
[ Since it was just across the street, Ilsa didn't wrap the cake in newspaper, just foil. The still-warm cake has the scent of chocolate, cinnamon and... a touch of chili? Maybe rum? Da'ell? ]
And it is not a lie!viridian_knightJune 24 2011, 16:57:00 UTC
[Hal can't recall the last time anyone's brought him so much as a cookie. His gaze drops to the package in her hands, his nose practically quivering. Is that...?]
This is...quite a surprise, thank you. [And it's still warm, hng. Hal nudges the door open further with his heel, canting his head.]
Want to come in? I've got a pot of coffee on. Creepy drones are out shopping, [he adds, recalling her discomfort last time they were in the house. Not that he can blame her.]
Well, all right - if you don't mind. [ Ilsa follows him to the kitchen. ]
I'm getting used to them, but it's still hard for me to work around... [ She makes a small hand gesture, indicating the outdated and erroneous sociological structure the drones enforce ] things.
If you play your role around them, it's easier to get them to cooperate with your plans, but I get nervous when it gets too easy to do that. [ She shrugs, a shadow dimming her smile a moment. ] It either means I'm playing into their hands, or I'm getting better at manipulating them. Neither option is comfortable for me.
[ Then she brightens again. ] How have you been settling in?
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...Oh, Doctor Higa! What's up?
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[ She hands him a baking dish, wrapped in newspaper to keep it warm. It smells like cinnamon and butter with a little rum undercurrent. ]
I took the idea of buttered toast a little further.
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Wow, you must've put a lot into this. It smells yummy. But, uhm, you didn't have to go through all that trouble just for me. I mean, I know it's Father's Day and all, but shouldn't you be focusing on your family?
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[ There's a flickering shadow in her eyes for just a second when he mentions family. ]
Just wanted to stop by.
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No reason! Just had a good day for baking.
[ The scent of the caramel and apple coming from the wrapped package is rather nice, no? ]
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Oh, Ilsa! Hi!
[Tarvek's Mun wants to know if Ilsa's Mun wants Ilsa clued in or not. After Mother's Day, Tarvek has a very good notion of what's going on...]
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[ It's another Mille Crepes, with raspberries this time. ]
Just thought I'd drop something by for later.
((OOC: Ilsa is starting to get a clue, but it might take a while for it to sink in, considering how insidious Mayfield is.))
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Oh. Ooooooh.
Oh, my. Ilsa...you shouldn't have. Here... quick, before the kids see it...
[He ushers her through the door and races, pell mell, to the office, where he carefully hides the mille crepes in his file drawers, because he is not going to share!!! Only then does he turn and look at Ilsa, consideringly.]
You know, you really shouldn't have. I mean, really. Not that this isn't like you, but, it's really not like you.
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Nice to know my efforts are appreciated.
[ His last comment dims her smile a little. ]
Is it? I just... felt like doing it today.
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Happy Father's Day. I'll have breakfast ready soon.
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[ She hands him his coffee. ]
Do you prefer sweet or savory tamagoyaki?
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Ilsa! How are you?
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[ Since it was just across the street, Ilsa didn't wrap the cake in newspaper, just foil. The still-warm cake has the scent of chocolate, cinnamon and... a touch of chili? Maybe rum? Da'ell? ]
One of my family's recipes.
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This is...quite a surprise, thank you. [And it's still warm, hng. Hal nudges the door open further with his heel, canting his head.]
Want to come in? I've got a pot of coffee on. Creepy drones are out shopping, [he adds, recalling her discomfort last time they were in the house. Not that he can blame her.]
(ooc: augh, sorry that took ages :|)
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I'm getting used to them, but it's still hard for me to work around... [ She makes a small hand gesture, indicating the outdated and erroneous sociological structure the drones enforce ] things.
If you play your role around them, it's easier to get them to cooperate with your plans, but I get nervous when it gets too easy to do that. [ She shrugs, a shadow dimming her smile a moment. ] It either means I'm playing into their hands, or I'm getting better at manipulating them. Neither option is comfortable for me.
[ Then she brightens again. ] How have you been settling in?
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