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Who: Zexion illusionomicon, Lexaeus tipofatlas, Roxas pullsheavendown.
When: Evening, 7:00.
Where: An unmarked Nobody safe house in Sector 8.
Summary: Dinnertime!
Warnings: None yet.
ºA great deal to do, wasn't there? But there was time enough for all of it to be done, and the task wasn't such a burdensome one. Zexion had never minded cooking, after all. It was good to find himself in a kitchen again, working and putting other thoughts aside for a moment; he was only a little distracted, one part of his mind playing out possible scenarios for the meeting to come.
It would be interesting to meet Roxas again. If Zexion could be said to despise anything, it could be said he despised gambling; and taking such a gamble, revealing even what little had been revealed to their young compatriot, was spine-tinglingly unpleasant. But it seemed that as more and more compatriots from their world arrived, the inevitably of the eventual revelation of his and Lexaeus' identities drew closer - he couldn't deny that. Thus, then, it was best to control the revelations; and marbles, it was all shooting marbles, only controlled for so long before you had to let fly to win.
He'd made a salad with tomato, lettuce, avocado and vinaigrette, a thick soup with lentils and cream, a hearty, homey flavor with tangy overtones from vinegar. Forgoing baking to focus on the soup, he'd picked up a large loaf of dark bread with blue cheese baked in it from a local bakery to accompany the soup. Soda water to clean the palate afterward, and cream puffs would serve as a dessert. It was enough of a dinner for three, honest food with an intellectual twist to it - maybe too much for Roxas, but he wasn't inclined to lower himself for poor tastes.
Portaling into the safe house wiht Roxas, they would only come into a simple room, plain, hardly furnished except for the secondhand table and beat-up chairs set up for them to dine together. The soup tureen, the bread, and the desserts (covered for now) sat there as well; it would be a crowded, personal meal at the small table.
"I apologize for the presentation," Zexion said with a dry smile, closing the portal behind him. "I hope that the food will make up for it."
When: Evening, 7:00.
Where: An unmarked Nobody safe house in Sector 8.
Summary: Dinnertime!
Warnings: None yet.
ºA great deal to do, wasn't there? But there was time enough for all of it to be done, and the task wasn't such a burdensome one. Zexion had never minded cooking, after all. It was good to find himself in a kitchen again, working and putting other thoughts aside for a moment; he was only a little distracted, one part of his mind playing out possible scenarios for the meeting to come.
It would be interesting to meet Roxas again. If Zexion could be said to despise anything, it could be said he despised gambling; and taking such a gamble, revealing even what little had been revealed to their young compatriot, was spine-tinglingly unpleasant. But it seemed that as more and more compatriots from their world arrived, the inevitably of the eventual revelation of his and Lexaeus' identities drew closer - he couldn't deny that. Thus, then, it was best to control the revelations; and marbles, it was all shooting marbles, only controlled for so long before you had to let fly to win.
He'd made a salad with tomato, lettuce, avocado and vinaigrette, a thick soup with lentils and cream, a hearty, homey flavor with tangy overtones from vinegar. Forgoing baking to focus on the soup, he'd picked up a large loaf of dark bread with blue cheese baked in it from a local bakery to accompany the soup. Soda water to clean the palate afterward, and cream puffs would serve as a dessert. It was enough of a dinner for three, honest food with an intellectual twist to it - maybe too much for Roxas, but he wasn't inclined to lower himself for poor tastes.
Portaling into the safe house wiht Roxas, they would only come into a simple room, plain, hardly furnished except for the secondhand table and beat-up chairs set up for them to dine together. The soup tureen, the bread, and the desserts (covered for now) sat there as well; it would be a crowded, personal meal at the small table.
"I apologize for the presentation," Zexion said with a dry smile, closing the portal behind him. "I hope that the food will make up for it."