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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:03 pm
"I love so many things...but probably peanut butter and chocolate cake the most. I really love chocolate. I suppose its a girl thing." She laughed and sat on a stool on one of the islands.
"One of the best things is making cookies, and eating them right away with a nice cold glass of milk. One of my foster mothers did that a couple times...." Hilaire trailed off as she reminisced about some of the homes she had stayed in. When she realized that she had been staring into to space she jumped slightly and gave a slight giggle. "Sorry about that, I lose myself sometimes."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:47 pm
"Hey, not a problem. I like listening to people talk about what kinds of sweets they like as well as the good and bad that come with it. When the last time you had any?"
He was going over the list of ingredients in his head, along with a mental check if he could remember where he had seen said items. Making something right now shouldn't be too hard since he was wired awake from all that caffeine he'd consumed while on watch, so. . .
"As for liking chocolate, my favorite kind is devil's food. I'd joke and say that it's 'sinful' but I'm sure that poor cake has suffered that kind of pun abuse for far too long."
There, he had it all down now. The items, their locations, even how long it would take. He wasn't sure if he should start without permission, so he waited for a moment.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:05 pm
"It's been quite awhile. Before recently I didn't really have the luxury of fresh baked goods. I barely had food as it was. So you can imagine this is a pretty big change for me." Hilaire leaned on her hands.
When she realized what he had been hinting at she shot up. She giggled at the 'sinful' remark for reasons of her own. "Oh! Feel free! It is your kitchen now too. So don't feel like you need to ask me for anything here. I'll give you a list of rooms that are off limits, which is two. Mine and my other...roommates. Other than that you can go where ever you want."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:16 pm
"Well then, with your permission and my own wants then."
Rory winked before he started to move to gather the items he needed, so glad for his baker memory. Usually he was forgetful at everything else but this and medical school texts, so as he opened the fridge to get out the eggs and a few cupboards for everything else he made sure to turn the oven on.
"I'd be glad to bake for you whenever you want. I feel restless if I can't be doing something, though I don't know how often I'll be around. I'll probably be coming and going while you're at school or asleep but I'll make sure to leave things behind for you. You like bread?"
He was making short work of everything, already enjoying the sounds of utensils clanging together. This was his kind of music, and he felt like a strange conductor who was covered in dirt. He stopped in what he was doing at the memory of dirt and walked over to the sink, washing his hands before continuing the process.
"I'll make sure to stay out of those places if you don't mind staying out of mine. Well actually, I don't care if you come in or out as I don't have anything to hide. Not much of a possessions type of guy and since I'm from a biggish family not much on privacy either, though I will respect yours."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:26 pm
"I kinda just sit here at home. I've been done school for about a year or so now. And I don't work anymore, so really I just kinda stay here and read. I wander a lot too. I remember my parents talking about secret passages at one point. They were talking about closing them, but I don't think they ever did. They were the types that didn't care much about things like that. I never have found those..maybe one night I'll take a look." She tapped her finger on her mouth, a sign usually of her thinking.
"You're lucky to have such a big family. Hell, family even. I envy that." Hilaire rubbed her cheek where she had been cut. There was no mark, but she could still feel it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:42 pm
"Are you kidding? I would have traded an arm and my leg to have been an only child. It was fine with just me and Shelly, then came the twins and finally the new baby. After that my ideals of being an only child went to pot faster than a pig."
Rory took a metal whisk to the scratch batter, his motions so quick. For a child that came from a family who baked all day it was hardly surprising that he'd gotten this far in such a short amount of time. They were taught both speed and taste when they were growing in learning to bake, and a quick swipe with his finger let him know at least the chocolate portion was going well. The peanut butter not so much as he forgot where it was and would have to search for it again.
"Exploring this place sounds fun. I may have to give it a shot too should you ever go missing on me. Can't have my landlord suddenly going off to never return, now can I? We'll have to work out a knocking system if you get trapped in the walls, or vise verse."
The batter went into a pan, he'd add the peanut butter in a second. For now this needed to sit before he would let it chill. The oven will still on, but perhaps he had something else in mind to bake.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:57 pm
Hilaire burst out in laughter. She had been lost here before, and Lucifer found her crying in a bathroom. She fell backwards off her stool she was laughing so hard. "I-I can so see that happening! I'm terrible at finding my way around, I'd probably die in the walls."
She grabbed her side with one arm and wiped a tear away with her free hand.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:12 pm
"Which is why we need to make some knocking systems. If you're ever trapped or lost I'm sure even someone like me can find you if you bang on things hard enough. The walls here don't look that thick, it's not like they're made of iron or anything."
He'd found the peanut butter on his third try, and Rory couldn't help but grin back at Hilaire as she laughed so hard and fell off her stool, though he quickly frowned and walked over to her side and lent down a hand. It was covered with baking flour, but he wasn't too concerned.
"I also can't have you smashing your head up now, can I? If I were suddenly to go homeless in the same day as I get my home I think it'd be a new world record."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:28 pm
Hilaire took his hand and giggled at his comment. "Yes, I think it would."
As if on cue, Lucifer entered the kitchen and stared at the two. "Hilaire...Who is this?"
He was not pleased. There was another man, one he did not now, in the kitchen with Hilaire. Alone.
"His name is Rory and he lives here. What's up your butt?" She cocked an eyebrow at him and gave him a 'get the hell out' look. He had been very unpleasant the past little while, and she did not feel like dealing with him.
"Hmmph...I see.." Lucifer grabbed something from one of the fridges and left.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:47 pm
Rory had to raise an eyebrow at the encounter that just occurred as he let go of Hilaire's hand, his face turning from puzzle to mild acceptance.
"I take it that he is the other tenant, the other room that is off limits? A rather friendly type isn't he?"
He didn't sound spiteful as he spoke, instead nothing more than amused. He had been wondering if he would ever met this other person, as he was sure he would now or later, and since they had bumped already it had taken care of that problem.
"Anyway, do you like honey bread? I thought I'd make a small loaf for you before I head out to get my stuff from my folk's house and some money from the bank. I've got nothing to do for the rest of today so it seems like everything is falling into place really well. I'm lucky."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:55 pm
"Yeah, he's been very grumpy lately. I ignore him when he is like that. It's just easier to deal with that way." She got back up on the stool, upset that the mood was ruined.
"Honey bread sounds wonderful Rory. Oh, and don't take out too much. Like I said, living here will be cheap. Hell, you could just make me things and I'll take that over money." Hilaire wasn't lying. Money did things to people, things she didn't like. She'd let him live there for free if she could. But he may have found that creepy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:04 pm
He was slightly unnerved by the idea that a roomie in the house could already not be liking him, though the young man did his best not to show it.
"Earn my keep by keeping you full of sweets and breads? Almost sounds too sweet to be true. Er, pardon the pun."
Rory smiled and went back behind the counter to knead the dough he'd left when Hil had fallen, his fingers making quick work of the mixture. He liked this part of making bread the best since one could always feel out the imperfections of what he was doing before it hit the pan.
"Tell you what, I'll buy groceries then if you really don't care about money. That way it's going towards something we both use all the time and neither of us has to worry about the other not doing something."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:18 pm
"Well, if your sure. I dunno how the cooks will feel about that. I don't really care either though." Hil gave a slight laugh. The cooks were an odd bunch, and it was best left at that.
"Perhaps I'll take Lucifer a piece of cake later and see if he'll cheer up." Hilaire began to draw a shape on the island. It was nothing in particular, just her keeping herself busy. The she realized she had let his name slip. Damn it..oh well...too late now...
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:33 pm
"So he's called Lucifer, eh? Must have been rough for him growing up to have a name like that. I have a cousin named Hades, though we all ended up calling him Hadi. Couldn't tell which name he hated worse, though eventually he shifted over to his middle name once he reached eighteen."
Rory didn't even seem to flinch at the name, as if it didn't register or ring any bad bells in his brain. He honestly figured that the guy's parents had some pretty weird hobbies and that was no business of his own to but in. After all he was named Rory, which didn't always go over so well.
"Speaking of cake, it should be chilled a little by now if you want some of it. I'm not sure how well the fridges here work in comparison to the one back at the shop so we'll have to give it a shot."
He motioned with his hand towards the fridge door while he put the bread dough into a pan he'd found, packing it down before covering it with a cloth.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 10:27 am
"Yeah, poor him.." Relief filled Hilaire when he didn't react to the name. It was good that he wouldn't be scared off by something like that. But what would he do when he found out that he wasn't just a Lucifer, but THE Lucifer. Even worse, what would happen when he found out what she was? Not if, when. Nothing could be hidden forever, so why would she lie to herself?
Hilaire snapped back into reality once more and hopped off the stool. She headed to the fridge and pulled out the metal pan which contained the most likely delicious mixture. She set it on the island where she had previously sat and took her seat once more. Hil smiled at Rory. "It's looking good already, though I'm not really the expert here. Though, I can hardly wait for it to be done."
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