[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

[bad_crowmance]

You're not presuming, I am.

[voreaciously]

Very well; you are, but I do not wish you to.

[bad_crowmance]

Tell you what-- you find a single person on this train that sincerely doesn't like your food and I'll give you two hundred sparks. And I'm not talking allergies or just foods they don't like-- they have to not like your cooking, full stop.

[voreaciously]

No, that will not be necessary. I do not believe everyone who remains will be here, and I do not wish to seek them out either; I am aware of my standing with most present. I would not bother them.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow shrugs lightly. ]

Suit yourself. We can just assume I'm right without the bet, then. I do like being right.

[voreaciously]

[her mouth twitches a bit. lightly and only once but it twitches.

god if this isn't bait, it might as well be]

Hold a moment. You cannot conclusively call yourself correct baselessly.

[bad_crowmance]

[ It's absolutely bait, who do you think he is. ] I can, I will, I'm going to.

congrats on using the icon

[voreaciously]

That is cheating.

it's gonna get so much use

[bad_crowmance]

I prefer to think of it as winning without having to put in the legwork. And I have you to thank for it. So thanks for appealing to the laziest side of me~ ♪♫

ill bet

[voreaciously]

Do not thank me for laziness. I abhor laziness. And two hundred is not much, we could do that in ten minutes. I cannot please everyone.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow grins at her, and it's positively wicked. ] A thousand sparks.

[voreaciously]

[HOLY SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA

but she's totally calm about it. Really, it's more that he's willing to go so far, but why?]

Very well, though I cannot say I understand why you would go so far.

[bad_crowmance]

[ The answer is simple: Both his competitive side and his gambling addiction got triggered at the same time and he went for it. ]

Because I know I'm right and the satisfaction of hearing you say it's gonna be sweet.

[voreaciously]

[Have you tried not being addicted to gambling.]

We shall see about that.

[



Time to cheat.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ No because he enjoys the rush. Also he doesn't think he has a problem. ]

Heh! Just don't forget the terms-- it can't be because of allergies, and it can't be because of a general dislike of a particular food.

[voreaciously]

Understood.

[if those are the only terms, then...]

Shall we shake on it?

[bad_crowmance]

Oh! [ He holds up a finger. ]One more thing. It can't be because they dislike you, either. It has to be on the basis of the cooking itself.

[voreaciously]

As you like, Crow-san.

[She holds her hand out for shaking.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He reaches for her hand and shakes. ]

I'll be looking forward to winning.

[voreaciously]

I would not be so certain of that.

[bad_crowmance]

We'll just have to see how it goes, hmmm?

[voreaciously]

I suppose so.

[...]

Have you had lunch, yet?

[bad_crowmance]

Nah, not yet. But if you're offering, I wouldn't say no.

[voreaciously]

I am offering. What do you feel like, today?

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow considers his answer for a moment. ]

...Fish.