[ Ludger pauses from his current activity - wiping down the kitchen. wow, Lobelia sure is passionate about pastries...? ]
Oh! You want to help me make something? I didn't realize-
[ straightening, he'll toss the towel over his shoulder as he turns to face Lobelia, a smile growing on his face. ]
Okay. I've got a couple ideas, but is there anything in particular you want to try? This is your chance to tell me you hate cherries or you've got an allergy to flour.
... So you're a flake? Guess I should be grateful you even made it.
[ his voice is light - clearly teasing, as he heads over to the refrigerator to grab a few things... ]
Wash your hands and grab a rolling pin - I've already got some dough ready, so we're going to make clover cakes.
[ there's no clover in it, the shape just looks like a clover to me... it needs a new name bc French doesn't exist in Elympios, no matter what the Freres Apartments indicates- ]
That's what I've always called them. They're pretty simple ingredients wise, but they taste great.
[ Ludger returns with a couple sticks of butter and a container of flour. he sets up the counter - pinch of flour down, butter on top, a bit more flour so it doesn't stick... ]
So, first step - we need to get the butter malleable enough to work with. Which means, you get to. Pound it flat.
Oui! But only because you asked with such an innocent face, mon ami...
[That's innuendo enough... Lobelia is a Buff Wizard, so he'll get right to work beating that butter down. Smashing things until they are no longer recognizable as what they once were is a Lobelia specialty.]
Do you cook much at home? I will freely admit I rarely cook for myself.
[ that's pretty mild, in the grand scheme of things, so Ludger just watches as Lobelia goes to town. every now and then Ludger will stop him to fold the butter back in on itself, but Baking is a Process they get to experience together ]
Yeah, I'm pretty much the chef of the house. Julius has always been terrible at cooking, so I started learning when I was little. Almost made it my career before other things happened.
[ while they talk, he'll absently dump the bowl of dough out to prepare for the next steps... ]
Besides, you're learning some cooking now, right? It's never too late to start.
Julius... Ah! Your brother, oui? I am an only child, but...
[...This is rude, he knows this is rude.....................]
The two of you... don't quite look like brothers. Ah, but still! How merveilleux that you cook for your famille. Everything tastes better when it's been made with someone important in mind, non?
[If Lobelia had someone like that in his life, maybe he'd feel more inclined to pick up a rolling pin and beat up some butter on a regular basis.]
[ though it may be rude, Ludger doesn't look offended in the slightest. ]
I never asked before, but did you all get the profiles we received about each other? If you did, then you might have seen my page. The bit about me being an only child is true - Julius and I are half brothers, but he basically raised me.
[ he takes a moment to start rolling out the dough. ]
I was... five, I think? When my mom died, and Julius and I went to Marvin. But we've been living together ever since then.
[ he sounds a bit wistful. ]
Only child though, huh...? Are you close to your parents?
Je vois! I should consider myself fortunate that my parents remained together until the bitter end. Family dynamics can be quite complicated, can't they?
[What would it be like to have a brother? To have any surviving family? Lobelia asks himself these questions on occasion, but he rarely lingers on such thoughts.]
I do love my Maman and Papa dearly— more than anyone, in fact, though they are no longer with me. I have been alone, hm... since I was about ten, if I recall.
[ if he doesn't think about how Julius is also his cousin, It Doesn't Matter. maybe some of that internal conflict comes across in his tone and the slight downturn of his mouth. ]
Only every day. [hehehehe] But there comes a time when we must all wish our parents goodbye, oui? I have kept their voices with me all this time, so I'm not without their company... in a manner of speaking.
[You don't want to know, Ludger. You realllllly don't want to know.
Anyway, back to the pastries...]
Like this?
[They're looking nice and clover-y now, so unless Ludger stops him, Lobelia will move to slide those into the oven.]
...You're a strange man, Ludger, but a good one. Most people would rather not keep company with me. Ah, not that I hold that against them, naturellement. That makes you something special.
[ one, two, skip a few, and now they've got pretty good looking pastries! amazing what teamwork does.
Ludger just wipes his hands, a puzzled look on his face. ]
Does it? I'm just... taking things as they come.
[ he considers that for a moment - is it really good to just accept anything? but is there really anything else for him to do? he just feels like he's in limbo, in the grand scheme of things.
but moving on. ]
I'm pretty sure a lot of people want your company here - you're Mr. Popular these days.
Oh, s'il vous plaît! You flatter me. I admit it's a bit étrange having met so many I might call friends... ah, but I'm not complaining. There are good people here— much like yourself, Monsieur.
[When he isn't wishing the IRS on Lobelia, anyway. Lobelia looks over their handiwork, content with their efforts... but he pauses, staring at the pastries a moment longer.]
Would you think it silly if I told you I expected the oven to spontaneously combust?
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Oh! You want to help me make something? I didn't realize-
[ straightening, he'll toss the towel over his shoulder as he turns to face Lobelia, a smile growing on his face. ]
Okay. I've got a couple ideas, but is there anything in particular you want to try? This is your chance to tell me you hate cherries or you've got an allergy to flour.
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Surprise me! I am always fond of something with layers. Flaky, delicate, decadent— much like myself.
[hmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMM,]
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... So you're a flake? Guess I should be grateful you even made it.
[ his voice is light - clearly teasing, as he heads over to the refrigerator to grab a few things... ]
Wash your hands and grab a rolling pin - I've already got some dough ready, so we're going to make clover cakes.
[ there's no clover in it, the shape just looks like a clover to me... it needs a new name bc French doesn't exist in Elympios, no matter what the Freres Apartments indicates- ]
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[Sorry he had to put it that way, but this is Lobelia you're dealing with. He steps closer, rolling up his sleeves with exaggerated flourish.
He's following instructions and washing his hands because he's a good boy. On the way back from the sink, he grabs a rolling pin.]
What are these clover cakes, hm? Pâtisseries shaped like clovers? How charming!
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[ Ludger returns with a couple sticks of butter and a container of flour. he sets up the counter - pinch of flour down, butter on top, a bit more flour so it doesn't stick... ]
So, first step - we need to get the butter malleable enough to work with. Which means, you get to. Pound it flat.
[ he's expecting the innuendo any second now... ]
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[That's innuendo enough... Lobelia is a Buff Wizard, so he'll get right to work beating that butter down. Smashing things until they are no longer recognizable as what they once were is a Lobelia specialty.]
Do you cook much at home? I will freely admit I rarely cook for myself.
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Yeah, I'm pretty much the chef of the house. Julius has always been terrible at cooking, so I started learning when I was little. Almost made it my career before other things happened.
[ while they talk, he'll absently dump the bowl of dough out to prepare for the next steps... ]
Besides, you're learning some cooking now, right? It's never too late to start.
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[...This is rude, he knows this is rude.....................]
The two of you... don't quite look like brothers. Ah, but still! How merveilleux that you cook for your famille. Everything tastes better when it's been made with someone important in mind, non?
[If Lobelia had someone like that in his life, maybe he'd feel more inclined to pick up a rolling pin and beat up some butter on a regular basis.]
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I never asked before, but did you all get the profiles we received about each other? If you did, then you might have seen my page. The bit about me being an only child is true - Julius and I are half brothers, but he basically raised me.
[ he takes a moment to start rolling out the dough. ]
I was... five, I think? When my mom died, and Julius and I went to Marvin. But we've been living together ever since then.
[ he sounds a bit wistful. ]
Only child though, huh...? Are you close to your parents?
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[What would it be like to have a brother? To have any surviving family? Lobelia asks himself these questions on occasion, but he rarely lingers on such thoughts.]
I do love my Maman and Papa dearly— more than anyone, in fact, though they are no longer with me. I have been alone, hm... since I was about ten, if I recall.
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[ if he doesn't think about how Julius is also his cousin, It Doesn't Matter. maybe some of that internal conflict comes across in his tone and the slight downturn of his mouth. ]
Do you miss them?
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Only every day. [hehehehe] But there comes a time when we must all wish our parents goodbye, oui? I have kept their voices with me all this time, so I'm not without their company... in a manner of speaking.
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........ Is this an audiomancy thing?
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[this is fine and normal]
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[ sighs.
... oh right they're making pastries ]
Here - put the butter in the center of the dough, and soon, you'll have a nice flakey pastry.
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[You don't want to know, Ludger. You realllllly don't want to know.
Anyway, back to the pastries...]
Like this?
[They're looking nice and clover-y now, so unless Ludger stops him, Lobelia will move to slide those into the oven.]
...You're a strange man, Ludger, but a good one. Most people would rather not keep company with me. Ah, not that I hold that against them, naturellement. That makes you something special.
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Ludger just wipes his hands, a puzzled look on his face. ]
Does it? I'm just... taking things as they come.
[ he considers that for a moment - is it really good to just accept anything? but is there really anything else for him to do? he just feels like he's in limbo, in the grand scheme of things.
but moving on. ]
I'm pretty sure a lot of people want your company here - you're Mr. Popular these days.
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[When he isn't wishing the IRS on Lobelia, anyway. Lobelia looks over their handiwork, content with their efforts... but he pauses, staring at the pastries a moment longer.]
Would you think it silly if I told you I expected the oven to spontaneously combust?