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[oblique_wisdom]

Cast: Sheik (oblique_wisdom), Zeke (thenotmagician), and later Her Majesty Zelda (scionofwisdom)
Location: Sergei's Bar and Grille
Date: November 19 - Evening / Night
Rating: G/PG (Shouldn't be anything to worry about

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[thenotmagician]

Zeke is certainly there, Sheik. There's plenty of cooking noises coming from the kitchen. He's been going crazy the last two days in preparation for this celebration or whatever it was. Plenty of good food is needed for a good celebration!

Everything was aaaaalmost done and he'd just put some pastries in the oven when he heard Sheik. Jeez, that time already. Zeke grabbed a towel and wiped off his hands before sticking his head out the kitchen doorway.

"Sure am!"

[oblique_wisdom]

So that was what he looked like. He was taller, but that was to be expected. Sheik didn't grow many inches in transformation, and held responsibility a lot to his other half for that.

He closed the door behind him, brushed himself off, and gave a very halfhearted wave in Sheik's direction. "I'm here when I said I'd be here. Is everything coming along well?"

What else was he supposed to ask? Sheik wasn't such a cooker, but he had helped Hazar a little with that cake. Maybe he could help out somewhere. He wasn't good at the idly standing by nonsense.

[thenotmagician]

"Yeup, everything's goin' great! Almost have it all done." He turned for a moment to throw the towel into an empty sink. Score!

"Kitchen's kinda a mess, but I figured y'really wouldn't be in the kitchen all that much. Hope it's alright." Because Zeke really hates cleaning. It's the only thing he doesn't like about cooking. Besides making salads, of course.

"Put some decorations up around the table area, though. Hope y'like it." It wasn't really a lot. He'd been too busy cooking to worry about the whole decorating thing. But the streamers and sparkly spiny things look nice, right?

[oblique_wisdom]

Sheik took a look around. He'd been past Sergei's a few times before, but had never actually tried to peer inside. He'd done that with many places aboard, however. He certainly had his places he preferred to be in, and public places weren't one of them. He liked the shadows and liked avoiding the attention.

He glanced toward the kitchen, which was where he anticipated Zeke was working or trying to finish things; something like that. Then he peered to the table that he'd reserved for him and Zelda. It did look nice. Worthy of a princess. Worthy of a queen. Worthy of her, and there didn't seem to be many things that were.

"It looks nice," he managed to reply. Normally gratitude would have come next, but Sheik had never been very good at the whole... thanking thing.