[ order 5 - arise and go, the angels said ]

[hellsing_knight]

[ Grocery store - Late morning ]

[Integra, dressed warmly and very classy for the cold, is on a mission. Her hand basket is filled with apples, lemons, a bottle of sherry and other suspiciously nummy-looking things. Presently she's very intently studying a rack of spices, contemplative.]

[ Park - Midday ]

[Once in the midst of collecting

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[morning]

[notlikethemovie]

[She leans heavily on her cane, her hair shot through with more white than normal as her fur fills out to prepare for a cold winter. Despite being nearly lame in one leg, she seems to manage well enough with her shopping, an oddly large notebook resting atop the groceries in her basket. Instead of a list of items, it seems to be more like a record of one-sided conversations in a variety of handwritings.

When she spots Integra, her ears flick forward, a spasm making her tail twitch oddly. When she speaks, it's with an oddly loud tone of someone who obviously cannot hear what they're saying.]

Making mulled cider for the holidays?

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[hellsing_knight]

[If Integra had fluffy ears like Mika, they'd be perking up inquisitively right now. She studies the young woman, noting her inhuman features and how she carries herself in spite of her injuries.

About to respond aloud, she shifts her hand basket to her arm and takes up the girl's notebook and a pen of her own, writing in neat, cleanly scripted letters.]

Yes. How did you know?

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[notlikethemovie]

[The girl huffs in mild amusement when she reads Sir Hellsing's handwriting, a wry smile tugging at her lips and revealing a glint of sharp teeth. She reaches up to lightly tap the side of her nose.]

I can smell the spices you've got in your basket. 'm not the best cook, but I know the makings for cider when I smell them.

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[hellsing_knight]

[She smiles lightly, writing again. It's interesting- Integra hasn't seen a canine/human hybrid for some time. Even werewolves are rare, elusive beings back home.]

Ah, of course. Family tradition?

[morning]

[notlikethemovie]

Mm-mm.

[She shakes her head gently, her ears twitching as another huff of amusement escapes her.]

Not really, but when we've visited others, they've made something similar. [A wide, toothy grin appears, and her tail wags.] Though usually not with alcohol.

How will it taste?

[morning]

[hellsing_knight]

Ohhhh...It's meant to be made with alcohol. [She makes a little 'tch' sound, disapproving.]

Sweet, apple-spicy and warm right to your bones. The recipe isn't terribly difficult.

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[notlikethemovie]

I had figured as much, can't say that part of the tradition was kept alive in America.

[Her tail wags as she reads.]

Sounds worth it. 'm not one for alcohol but I think it might be worth trying. Maybe I'll attempt making it myself if I can find a recipe for it.