itp: cooking with tinies
Who: Jack and the residents of Shotapartment.
When: ummm Monday night!
Where: SHOTAPARTMENT
Summary: Thanksgiving dinner. General toothachy fluff. Lemon soup and rice juice.
Warnings: None!
Notes: delicious posting order? Jack -> Ciel -> Alois -> Shiroe? Hit me with a rock? Etc?
It's not so bad, Jack figured. He'd taken care of younger children than them, before, and it was nice to actually have something to divert his attention to. His relationship with Vincent and Gilbert was all sorts of strained, and Jack was the kind of man who needed to love someone; he would go insane if he had nobody to direct that to.
(If only to forget that every relationship that he had went up in bloody flames.)
He checked his ingredients, once, twice, snagging a duck (as Ciel had requested) and others at the nearest grocery. There's a recipe in his NV, given by one of the patrons of the shop, and a box of lemon tarts on top of everything. The red wine's tucked safely in a paper bag along with the ingredients for pie, and he only realised that knocking would be a real puzzle when he arrived.
Good thing he'd almost healed, after collapsing and being brought to the hospital; there's only a light wrapping of bandages around his ribs and around his forehead.
"Ciel?" he called, cringing. He seriously wasn't able to knock.
When: ummm Monday night!
Where: SHOTAPARTMENT
Summary: Thanksgiving dinner. General toothachy fluff. Lemon soup and rice juice.
Warnings: None!
Notes: delicious posting order? Jack -> Ciel -> Alois -> Shiroe? Hit me with a rock? Etc?
It's not so bad, Jack figured. He'd taken care of younger children than them, before, and it was nice to actually have something to divert his attention to. His relationship with Vincent and Gilbert was all sorts of strained, and Jack was the kind of man who needed to love someone; he would go insane if he had nobody to direct that to.
(If only to forget that every relationship that he had went up in bloody flames.)
He checked his ingredients, once, twice, snagging a duck (as Ciel had requested) and others at the nearest grocery. There's a recipe in his NV, given by one of the patrons of the shop, and a box of lemon tarts on top of everything. The red wine's tucked safely in a paper bag along with the ingredients for pie, and he only realised that knocking would be a real puzzle when he arrived.
Good thing he'd almost healed, after collapsing and being brought to the hospital; there's only a light wrapping of bandages around his ribs and around his forehead.
"Ciel?" he called, cringing. He seriously wasn't able to knock.