[Re-Intro] A bit high up there, for a kitchen rat....

[not_snake_bite]

He was just trying to find some air - the kitchens were too hot, Swelter was even more disgusting than usual, and he felt like... he was so very above them all.

The rooftops were his playground - his space of liberty - he skipped from one to the other, until he found himself as high as he could be, atop Gormenghast. Watching over the earldom was

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[ohmaiden]

yayyyyyyyyy! :D this ought to be good XD

If Steerpike somehow makes it into the kitchen, he'll find a sad-looking (she's always sad-looking, nowadays) young woman sitting at the table, drinking tea--a habit she's picked up from the elves. Iphigenia is still very much in mourning.

[not_snake_bite]

The youth will -- not be tempted to go to the kitchens - they're not good memories. This kitchen, though, is quite small by comparison to the one he's used to, and he'll poke his head in... timidly, almost.

I'm glad you're excited. ^^

[ohmaiden]

She sees him, out of the corner of her eye, and turns to look at the stranger. He reminds her of...well. He reminds her of George, really, but younger--like a son, perhaps. It's very strange, and unnerving for her. She almost wants to look away, but feels that would be impolite, so she waves a little at him, equally as timid as he is.

"...Hello?" she says carefully..

[not_snake_bite]

He looks at her - then at the kitchen - and assumes she's a scullery girl. "-- the Chef's not in?"

Because no authority figure, to him = good things.

[ohmaiden]

She blinks. "Um...there's not really a--chef here?"

[not_snake_bite]

"Oh." He stares at her like she's daft. "No chef? Really? Well, I suppose that's why I'm here, then!"

And he skips in, grinning, very clownish. "Should I make you something? An omelet, perhaps?"

[ohmaiden]

She laughs a little, in spite of herself. "Oh, me? I'm fine, really. I was just having some tea. Would you like some?" She feels the need to be charitable, for some reason.

[not_snake_bite]

That's more than unexpected - and Steerpike double-takes, before he gives her a charming smile. "I would like that very much, my lady," he says, and he bows with much colorful formality. "I would like to know more about this place."

[ohmaiden]

He still looks like George, she thinks, but she's trying to push those thoughts out of her head--perhaps this stranger is a distant relative or something.

"You're new here?" she asks, standing. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Iphigenia."

[not_snake_bite]

That's because he iiiiis George, darling.

He grins a little. "That's a very pretty name," he tells her. "My name is Steerpike."

He's not at lying stage - not as far as his name is concerned, anyway.

[ohmaiden]

She blushes a little. "Thank you," she replies softly. "It's nice to meet you."

[not_snake_bite]

He smiles a little bit more. "No, no, it's nice to meet you, he says, and he tilts his head. "You look very sad. Has someone stolen your joy already? Tell me who, and I shall vanquish them, swiftly!"

And he demonstrates how, with a (rather goofy) imitation of a spar.

[ohmaiden]

Okay, she can't help it--she laughs a little.

"I don't think I'm sad now!" she says, even if the sorrow inside her is still there, just a little.

[not_snake_bite]

"Oh, that is good," he replies, laughing a little more. "And you may call me your little clown, then, beautiful lady."

[ohmaiden]

"You barely know me, though!" she says, still smiling. She's amused by him.

[not_snake_bite]

"Well, you may always get to know me - if you please." Another extravagant, crazy bow.