[BOND]

[voreaciously]

Who: 80H and you! Eat, drink, and be merry! It's a mingle.
When: Day 25, afternoon
Where: The Lounge

In Jasmine

[Within Jasmine's tremendous new kitchen is a flurry of activity, a storm of leashed chaos, and in the eye stands 80H, cooking and baking up a storm.

Ever prepared, however, she's cooked meals for the rest of the car so they do not have to worry about fending for themselves while she's taken over the space. It's all neatly labeled and delicious. She starts early evening and if you come down for a midnight snack or glass of water, she's still at it. Different times of day warrant different aromas. Savoury, sweet, herbal, blends of lavender and vanilla, citrus and cloves.

And the warmth.

It feels nice in here from all the baking, not oppressively hot, but looking at her, it's difficult to tell if she feels any of it at all. She seems like an icy singularity, divorced from her own reality even she carefully, delicately makes mille-feuille for it.]

In the Lounge

[80H is not in her uniform (shut up, Crow, it's still fucking legit) for the most part, instead wearing Jasmine's sweeping skirt, bunched top, and sandals, though she keeps her blindfold, tied in a bow at the side of her head with ribbons. Blue, silver, purple.

Marigold.

She wheels out a long cart made of crystal covered by a light blue tablecloth that dips oscillates between transparency and translucency, fading into nothingness at the edges. It reflects prismatic colours in crystalline shapes, but despite the edges of the reflections, it looks light as air and soft as silk.

Upon it sit myriad desserts on plates of various sizes, though many are single serve. They, too, are crystalline and clear, delicately shaped, but belying sturdiness. Creme brulee torched to perfection, tarts of all kinds, mille-feuille, delicately baked, round cheesecakes with a thick drizzle made of native berries, mousse made with the same, and thin biscuits dipped in dark chocolate and marbled with white.

In various crystal pots are tea. She would have liked to have more, but there's a fair selection all the same. The pots are transparent and so the colours are immediately visible and she's taken care to arrange them in a most pleasing away along the table.]

I would humbly suggest you try something.

[She will say this to anyone and everyone, and if she is not stopped, she will stand well away, but present.]

Comments

[desirestruth]

...Um.

[This is. Awkward. She can eat, technically, but she's only ever bothered to eat one person's cooking...

And she doubts 80H put blood in that cheesecake.]

[voreaciously]

Is something the matter?

[desirestruth]

Without blood, this is a bit...difficult.

[It's hard to explain why. She can taste it, if it's sugary enough. She can swallow it even. But her body won't process it or gain anything from it, without a catalyst...]

[voreaciously]

[oh, well, that's fine. she won't ask.

doesn't need to, really.]

What do you enjoy? I have dough and batter, so if it a small thing to simply make or alter existing confections as necessary.

[It's a good thing she is her own fridge, she can settle chessecakes in very little time.]

[bowtiedbones]

[fluttering around the selection, how to choose what to try first????]

Oh my gosh! No way, is this all homemade? Everything looks amazing! So pro!

[voreaciously]

[she doesn't know if she's being spoken to, but she will answer from a distance, her voice carrying in spite of its low volume.]

It is all homemade.

[bowtiedbones]

It must have taken forever! This is so impressive, like wow wow!

[voreaciously]

not especially.

[But it depends on how "forever" is quantified.she doesn't consider the amount spent to qualify.




Even if it was, in fact, f o r e v e r.]

...Is it really that impressive?

[She doesn't think so, honestly. She almost wonders if she's being mde fun of.]

[wontforbidtherain]

What's all this?

[besides 'impressive']

[voreaciously]

Sweets.

[Well. She's not wrong.]

Do help yourself.

[wontforbidtherain]

Thank you.

[she does]

Did you make these?

[nihilmancy]

[Hlasoh looks genuinely surprised and impressed! Touched even, as she sees all of the treats being offered to her. Her appetite here on the train has been sporadic, but right now she feels like she could at least pay some respect towards the effort that created this feast.]

Ah, you made all of this yourself?

[voreaciously]

I did, yes.

[Took quite a while, but she needs to make it enticing.]

[nihilmancy]

It looks marvelous. Thank you so much, 80H.

[malignstar]

Oh wow, you made these?

[voreaciously]

...That is correct.

[malignstar]

They look amazing. What put you in the mood?

[bad_crowmance]

[ Look, Crow's not complaining about the outfit, he just doubts its validity as a uniform.

He's grabbing a cheesecake and checking it out. ]

Decided to do some cooking, huh?

[voreaciously]

I do not have much to offer in the way of...bonding, as it were, but my team's bond and gifts should do nicely in this respect.

[A beat.]

Unless everyone detests it, but even then, they will have to try to know for certain and I will have succeeded by that point. Good day, Crow-san.

[bad_crowmance]

I doubt anyone's gonna hate free food, especially delicious free food.

[awakenerd]

Holy cats 80H this looks amazing.

[voreaciously]

..."Holy cats?" I beg your pardon, sir?

[awakenerd]

It's an expression. Didn't we already cover the "sir" thing?

[bad_crowmance]

...Did she just call you "sir?"

[ There's a note of amusement in his voice. ]

[awakenerd]

It doesn't suit me at all, like I thought.