and every word you say, say something sweet;

[xuffasch]

WHO: xuffasch & OPEN;
WHERE: Dick and Damian's house;
WHEN: All day Wednesday;
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: It's Damian's birthday. He's currently mostly immobile thanks to his fight with the Joker. People come visit.
FORMAT: Tag in as you like!

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[stressbaking]

Ned had heard Damian was laid up, somehow, vaguely, through the grapevine. He didn't quite now how, though he could guess. And that was why the pie maker was now here, toting pie and ringing the doorbell.

"Don't get up--" he called through he door. "But I brought pie."

For a moment he wondered if Damian would even recognize him by voice alone. "It's Ned. The-the pie maker."

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"I know who you are," Damian called back, but at the same time he was wondering what the hell the guy was doing there. But, he supposed, Ned wasn't bad company, so he reached over for his remote to allow the door to swing open (this is a very high-tech house). "Come in."

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"Thanks..." He watched the door with wide eyes, reminded of a house he had been in before. Though it hadn't been a very friendly memory, he trusted Damian and slowly crossed the threshold. "I wasn't sure what you liked so I brought ..options."

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Damian looks surprised for a moment, then gestures Ned into the sitting room and towards the coffee table. "Let's see, then."

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[Ned sets them down before slowly sitting in a chair across from Damian.]

I brought pear, pumpkin, and seasonal berry. I don't even offer that one on the menu, very exclusive.

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That's far too much for one person to eat. You'll have to stay and have some with me.

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Oh no, I never eat my own pie. It's - a rule I've picked up. [A beat] So I don't get fat. I'll go get some milk?

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Why, so you have that excuse when you want to poison someone but they get suspicious?

( he says this blandly, so it's hard to tell if he's being serious or not. in another moment, however, he waves a hand to the left. )

The kitchen is over there.

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Yes, that's clearly why I'm here. To poison you. [He says this pleasantly, cutting Damian a slice of seasonal berry and pouring him a glass of milk before bringing them back out.]

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( Damian takes a suspicious bite of the pie, then digs in. )

You're actually quite good at this.

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I'm glad I haven't wasted my life on something I'm terrible at. [He drops down, curling into his chair a little.]

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That would be a shame, wouldn't it?

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A terrible shame. [Though he smiles a little, like something about Damian's words is endearing.] What do you see yourself doing, ten years from now?

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( halfway trough a bite of pie, damian sort of chokes. personal questions why. finally he swallows and shrugs. )

I imagine I'll take over the family business.

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[so oblivious to Damian's discomfort] Family business?

[xuffasch]

( a shrug. ) My father has a company. It's been recreated here in the City, as well.