the flavours of home (aka flavours of angst)
This entry consists mostly of fic-fragments, 90% of which are celeloriel's fault (I love you, my muse <3)
Starting-point: I was hunting through the kitchen for things I could be bothered making for dinner, and not being enthralled with anything I saw. sabrielrose made mac n cheese (the nuclear orange Kraft variety) and it smelled really appealling, so I told Cel I was headed out to get such from Walgreen's, since I had a craving. Her response was "I wonder what Balthier craves?"
Thus, a handful of sentences (none are really ficbits long enough for transportation to the ficjournal) in varying lengths. Spoilers for FF12 as a whole.
Balthier
There was a street vendor, his first day in Balfonheim, who sold him a piece of flatbread stuffed with a spicy nondescript meat and a cool, creamy-sweet white sauce. To this day, when he thinks of freedom, he tastes that meal--his first outside the constraints of Archades.
Fran
There is a honey-cake they make for the midsummer's festival, and for the first several years after she left the Wood, Fran tried to duplicate the recipe on Midsummer's Day. Her sisters gathered the honey from deep in Golmore and they ate it raw. This filtered, clear stuff the humes sell has little taste for her. For all that she turned her back on her home and walked away, still on Midsummer's Day she buys honey-cakes, and pretends that they taste the same.
Gabranth
He had to search half Archades for it, but he finally found a tiny little restaurant stuck in a back alley of Old Archades that serves Landisser food. He orders bratwurst and mead, and when the waitress sets down his plate, her accent sounds of home. He eats his bratwurst, surprised that they have managed to get or make the spicy mustard he remembers from Ronsenburg, and drinks his mead. It tastes of home, and he keeps thinking he sees Basch out of the corner of his eye.
When he leaves, he leaves the waitress a tip equivalent to the amount of the bill, for smiling and greeting him in his native language - but he never goes back, for Landis is behind him now.
Penelo
Penelo misses her mother's cherry tarts - the cherries are hard to get now, during the occupation, and anyway she never can duplicate the recipe quite right. Vaan gulps them down just the same, but they taste wrong to her, and eventually she stops making them, because it makes it too hard to look forward. But she folds the dough the same way around a bit of meat for Lamont one night, and his smile makes her glad she knows how.
Starting-point: I was hunting through the kitchen for things I could be bothered making for dinner, and not being enthralled with anything I saw. sabrielrose made mac n cheese (the nuclear orange Kraft variety) and it smelled really appealling, so I told Cel I was headed out to get such from Walgreen's, since I had a craving. Her response was "I wonder what Balthier craves?"
Thus, a handful of sentences (none are really ficbits long enough for transportation to the ficjournal) in varying lengths. Spoilers for FF12 as a whole.
Balthier
There was a street vendor, his first day in Balfonheim, who sold him a piece of flatbread stuffed with a spicy nondescript meat and a cool, creamy-sweet white sauce. To this day, when he thinks of freedom, he tastes that meal--his first outside the constraints of Archades.
Fran
There is a honey-cake they make for the midsummer's festival, and for the first several years after she left the Wood, Fran tried to duplicate the recipe on Midsummer's Day. Her sisters gathered the honey from deep in Golmore and they ate it raw. This filtered, clear stuff the humes sell has little taste for her. For all that she turned her back on her home and walked away, still on Midsummer's Day she buys honey-cakes, and pretends that they taste the same.
Gabranth
He had to search half Archades for it, but he finally found a tiny little restaurant stuck in a back alley of Old Archades that serves Landisser food. He orders bratwurst and mead, and when the waitress sets down his plate, her accent sounds of home. He eats his bratwurst, surprised that they have managed to get or make the spicy mustard he remembers from Ronsenburg, and drinks his mead. It tastes of home, and he keeps thinking he sees Basch out of the corner of his eye.
When he leaves, he leaves the waitress a tip equivalent to the amount of the bill, for smiling and greeting him in his native language - but he never goes back, for Landis is behind him now.
Penelo
Penelo misses her mother's cherry tarts - the cherries are hard to get now, during the occupation, and anyway she never can duplicate the recipe quite right. Vaan gulps them down just the same, but they taste wrong to her, and eventually she stops making them, because it makes it too hard to look forward. But she folds the dough the same way around a bit of meat for Lamont one night, and his smile makes her glad she knows how.