9/7/06 // IC!Alfons and T!Ed
Who: IC!Alfons and T!Ed
When: 9/7/06
Rating: PG
Category: Misc. Happenings, and the ever-present one-sided Misc. Pairings.
Summary: T!Ed comes over for dinner, and then stays for an automail tune up. Really, it's more amusing than that, though. Just look at the cut line.
T!Ed: *makes it up to the door of Alfons' apartment and shifts the wrapped pot roast and wrapped package in his hands in order to knock on the door*
IC!Alfons: ::practically bounces to the door, having been waiting for him, and opens it, smiling brightly:: Come on in, Edward... Gott, that smells nice... ::steps back to let him in::
T!Ed: Hey! *steps inside with a big grin* I made that pot roast for you and I also brought by a present..~
IC!Alfons: ::closes the door after him, then blushes faintly:: A present? You should not have... ::chuckles softly:: Here, may I take something off your hands?
T!Ed: Ah, yeah... Here. *passes him the box and slips the dish with the pot roast into both hands to get a better grip on it* You want this in the kitchen..?
IC!Alfons: ::takes the box, smiling:: Ja, danke, that would be nice...
T!Ed: Alright~ *troops into the kitchen and sets the roast down on one of the counters, pretty proud of himself*
IC!Alfons: ::follows a few steps behind him, pausing at the doorway to the kitchen and smiling at his evident pride:: Should I open this now or later, then?
T!Ed: Oh, you can open it now if you want. *grins brightly at him* Though it probably won't be until dessert that it'll actually be useful.
IC!Alfons: Dessert? ::grins a little and looks down at the box:: Well, I could hardly resist opening it, then. ::goes to the table and sets the box down, opening it carefully, then practically glows when he sees its contents:: Pfeffernusse... Gott, you spoil me. ::grins at him:: Danke schön, it has been far too long since I had any...
T!Ed: *joins him at the table with a happy smile* I have been a very busy boy in the kitchen. *nods seriously before chuckling* I remember you mentioning that you like them, so I thought it would be a nice treat.
IC!Alfons: Clearly you have... ::eyes the pfeffernusse briefly before looking over at him:: They look fantastic, I cannot wait to taste one, but I want to wait until dessert! ::laughs a little:: Ja, danke, I am extremely glad you remembered that.
T!Ed: Well, then we had better be getting to eating dinner, hm? *grins teasingly* I would hate to see you waste away without your pfeffernusse.
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles:: Waste away, indeed. ::smiles:: Alright, dinner it is, and then after I will check your leg?
T!Ed: Of course. Can't work on my leg without having a full stomach. Besides, I don't want the pot roast to get cold.
IC!Alfons: No, indeed. I am still a bit amazed you cooked a pot roast.. I knew you were more talented at cooking than I am, but goodness what a treat. ::grins and heads over to the cupboards to get a couple plates out::
T!Ed: *follows after him and starts getting out silverware* It's not that amazing. I mean, I just followed the instructions in the cookbook so it really can't be too difficult.
IC!Alfons: Well, I do not think I could have pulled it off. It does take a certain amount of skill. ::smiles and sets the plates on the table, then goes back to grab napkins:: What would you like to drink?
T!Ed: Some tea, please, if you wouldn't mind. *smiles back while setting out the utensils* I could always teach you how to cook, you know. I'm not that great at it, but it would still be good to know, I think.
IC!Alfons: Hot or iced? ::gets a glass for himself and fills it with water in the meantime:: I would love that, really. I mean, clearly I can fend for myself well enough in the kitchen; I have had to do so for years, but I would love to know how to do so a bit better.
T!Ed: Iced, please. *grins* At least you have the basics down, which'll make it easier. Knowing more never hurts, though.
IC!Alfons: ::grabs a glass and pours him some iced tea from a pitcher, then brings both glasses and the napkins out to the table:: Ja, indeed. I certainly would be glad to be a bit more competent at feeding myself. ::laughs a bit:: Oh, and I made a salad to go with it, too... ::goes back to retrieve it::
T!Ed: *laughs* Oh, you do fine. You're quite capable, you know. *starts cutting up the roast as he goes to get the salad*
IC!Alfons: ::places the bowl of salad on the table and takes a seat:: Well, danke. I know, I am alright at cooking, the deprecation is in jest. But learning how to do things better is always good. ::watches him carve the roast, smiling softly::
T!Ed: *chuckles, placing some of the carved up roast on each of their plates* I know. *grins* By the way, how is it coming along down at the automail shop? *sits in a chair*
IC!Alfons: ::serves himself salad:: It is going quite well, really. I am very much enjoying it, and during the rare times that work is slow I get to learn more about the construction of automail and about some of the new designs. Fräulein Lyna is going to let me actually cut some of the pieces starting next week. She was surprised I knew how to use a torch. ::chuckles:: I think she had a slightly different impression of me before she met me, you know? More a scholar and less an engineer, perhaps.
T!Ed: *laughs lightly* Well you do come off more as a scholar rather than an engineer, that's true. But you're incredibly talented at engineering. I'm impressed with your ability. *dishes himself some salad* Is she going to let you build automail, once you get better at it?
IC!Alfons: ::smiles:: Well, danke, Edward. I know, I probably do not seem the type to be interested in working with grease and metal and chemicals upon first impression. Ah, and ja, I expect she will. We could get twice as much done that way if both of us are working at it. ::takes a bite of the roast:: Mm, that is delicious.
T!Ed: Thanks~ *munches on the salad* Salad tastes great too. *smiles* You'll be really good at working with automail, I know. It's not quite the same as working on rockets, but it probably requires about the same types of skills.
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles:: Salad is not difficult in the slightest, though. But danke. ::smiles back:: Ja, it is quite similar in ways. Of course, it is extremely different in many others, but I will adapt to it easily enough, I am sure. It will be fun.
T!Ed: It sounds like. *grins, finishing off his salad fairly quickly* I wouldn't mind knowing a mechanic that wouldn't try to kill me every time he works on my limbs, either.
IC!Alfons: ::laughs a little:: Well, I certainly would not do that to you. I would be very careful and do the best job I possibly could. ::smiles:: But will Weasel be able to accept the loss of your business? ::grins a little and works on eating the roast, chewing happily::
T!Ed: ...She had better. *shudders involuntarily before taking a sip of tea* I mean, if I have to, I'll just bend over for the hobag and maybe that'll get Weasel off of my case about it. I don't want to think about the hissy fit that she'll throw.
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles softly and shakes his head:: Well, if she really has a problem with it, she can take it up with me if she likes. I can handle myself well enough. ::munches on salad::
T!Ed: ...Are you sure? Because I don't want her to kill you or anything. *serious*
IC!Alfons: ::blinks:: She would not do that...
T!Ed: She's crazy. She'd probably come at you with a lead pipe at three in the morning. *munches on the roast*
IC!Alfons: Well, be that as it may, fear of how she might react is no reason to keep seeing her for maintenance if you would prefer to trust me. Her cruelty to you is something I wish to allow you to avoid. ::smiles gently at him::
T!Ed: She's not too bad sometimes, I suppose... *blinks* Still don't want her near my limbs. *snorts*
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles a little and finishes off his salad:: No, exactly. I am glad to help you out that way, and I promise not to cause you pain. At least I know enough about automail to avoid doing that.
T!Ed: *chuckles* I know, I know. And I really don't think that I trust anyone more than you when it comes to actually working on my automail, anyway.
IC!Alfons: ::smiles:: I am glad, then. Although if you come across serious trouble and need extensive repair work you may have to find someone else. ::laughs a little:: But when I get better I can help with that too.
T!Ed: I think if that happens I'll just crawl myself into a ditch somewhere and wait until you can handle more extensive repairs. *laughs lightly, finishing his roast*
IC!Alfons: ::smiles and shakes his head:: That is a sad image. But I will always do my best for you. ::blushes lightly and has a drink of water::
T!Ed: I know, and I appreciate that. *smiles brightly, sipping at his tea*
IC!Alfons: ::finishes off his slice of roast and smiles, quite content:: That was delicious. I may have to get the recipe from you when you are able to spend some time helping me cook better.
T!Ed: I wouldn't mind doing that. I could get a whole bunch of recipies that I use and put them in a book for you, if you'd like.
IC!Alfons: That would be wonderful, ja. I would love to try out some new things. ::nods cheerfully, then eyes the box of pfeffernusse with a grin::
T!Ed: *catches his look and grins back mischieviously, snaking a hand towards the box*
IC!Alfons: ::laughs and reaches toward it quickly, grabbing one of the little cakes first, and takes a bite, then sort of melts inside, closing his eyes:: Delicious...
T!Ed: *sticks his tongue out at him and takes one of them as well, nibbling on it* You really think so? *smiles, pleased*
IC!Alfons: Ja, I really do. ::chuckles:: It tastes fantastic. ::has another bite, basking in the flavor:: Of the many things I missed about home, homemade pfeffernusse had to be in the top ten. This is one recipe I am not going to let you fail to give me. ::grins::
T!Ed: *laughs, blushing faintly at his reaction* I can certainly give that to you. I still have that little cookbook of Gracia's recipies from Munich that I can copy down too.
IC!Alfons: Oh, would you? That would be extremely appreciated. Is this one of her recipes?
T!Ed: Mmhm. Which is why it came out so good. *grins, laughing*
IC!Alfons: ::smiles:: Well it certainly plays a large part, but your role in the baking cannot be ignored either, you know. ::savors the last few bites of his pfeffernusse and contemplates grabbing a second::
T!Ed: Aw, I didn't do that much. I just followed along with the recipe, like I did with the roast. *is clearly pleased, however, and blushes more, finishing off his pfeffernusse in a few quick bites*
IC!Alfons: Well, I do not know about pot roast, but it is said that the most important ingredient in baking is love. ::smiles, then chuckles:: I can imagine cookies of hatred would not turn out very tasty. ::grins and takes another::
T!Ed: ...Who would want to bake cookies with hatred? *puts on a highly scandalized look, hand clutching at his heart in horror*
IC!Alfons: ::laughs:: I do not know, myself. The point was the sort of poor example presented by said cookies of hatred. ::grins more at his expression::
T!Ed: If anyone baked cookies with hatred, I'd - I'd... I don't know what I'd do, but it wouldn't be pretty. *grumbles softly to himself and nibbles on another cookie*
IC!Alfons: ::laughs, then chews on his pfeffernusse:: Goodness, I did not mean to cause you so much distress, Edward. I meant to compliment you, if anything. Forget about the hatred cookies for a moment, alright? ::grins::
T!Ed: How can I when there are poor, abused cookies out there being baked by cruel people with bad intentions! *trying not to crack up*
IC!Alfons: I guess you should quit your job and go into cookie rights protesting instead. ::smiles::
T!Ed: ...I think I sould. Forget being a doctor when there are defenseless cookies out there. *laughs*
IC!Alfons: ::grins:: Indeed, and I doubt they have anyone at all they can depend on, out in such a harsh world. ::finishes the pfeffernusse::
T!Ed: Of course they don't! The poor things are out there, being abused by bakers would take advantage of them.
IC!Alfons: And what would you do, give them a home or something? ::chuckles:: Somewhere nice and safe to stay?
T!Ed: Well of course I would~ *rubs his stomach and licks his lips*
IC!Alfons: ::laughs:: Cookie murderer.
T!Ed: I'm just putting them out of their misery. *nods sagely*
IC!Alfons: Ah, of course. I should have known. ::smiles::
T!Ed: Well now you do. *grins*
IC!Alfons: Indeed I do. ::laughs, then stands and starts to clear the table, taking dishes to the sink::
T!Ed: *gets up as well and gathers up any dishes that Alfons didn't take, and follows after him to the sink*
IC!Alfons: ::sets everything down and starts washing:: Would you mind helping by drying the dishes for me?
T!Ed: I wouldn't mind at all~ *grabs a rag from off the counter and takes dishes as they're cleaned*
IC!Alfons: Danke. ::smiles over at him, then returns to washing, finishing up quickly:: Now, about this leg of yours...?
T!Ed: *dries the rest and puts them away* I think one of the bolts in it is loose or something. I heard a rattling in it the other day and it swings more easily than it should.
IC!Alfons: Well, that is easily enough fixed. I guess if you want to take a seat on the couch or something...? I need to go get my tool set.
T!Ed: Alright. *smiles and sits down on the edge of the couch, rolling up his left pants leg to the automail port*
IC!Alfons: ::disappears into the once-study for a few minutes, returning with a toolbox:: Oh, ahm, would you terribly mind helping me out sometime later? I want to make the study back into, well, the study... And it would be nice if I could get someone else to help move the larger pieces of furniture.
T!Ed: Of course! Just let me know when you want me to come by, and I can help. I could problem transmute some nice shelves or something in there too for books and whatnot. *smiles before fidgeting a moment* Um... Usually when I get my leg worked on, I just... take off my pants, but I'm not sure if that's a problem or not... I could always roll them up instead, I suppose.
IC!Alfons: Danke, that would be extremely kind of you to help out. ::smiles, then runs a hand through his hair and blushes:: Ahm... Whatever you are comfortable with. Although admittedly it would be easier for me to access all of your leg if you just removed your pants... ahm... but it is up to you...
T!Ed: Alright... No ideas now. *grins teasingly and stands, removing his pants fairly quickly and sitting back down again, folding them up carefully and setting them aside, happy that he actually wore boxers today*
IC!Alfons: ::blushes a little more, speaking softly:: Not like I have never seen you without pants anyway. ::shakes his head quickly, chuckling, then turns his attention to the toolchest, digging out a properly-sized screwdriver::
T!Ed: True. *laughs, eyeing the screwdriver somewhat cautiously out of habit*
IC!Alfons: ::sits on the floor next to his automail leg and smiles up at him, patting the steel shin and still blushing faintly:: You know how it goes. Tell me if you are uncomfortable. But I will not hurt you, I promise.
T!Ed: Alright... I will. *squirms for a moment in his seat before taking a deep breath and sitting still for him*
IC!Alfons: ::smiles comfortingly:: Danke. ::places one hand on Ed's knee and the other around his heel, moving his leg and feeling the joints:: Ja, alright, it is definitely loose around your knee... Not surprising that a bolt there would come loose from regular usage. ::scoots toward the side a little, closer to his knee, and continues to test the joint::
T!Ed: *leans back against the couch, keeping his leg relaxed* I figured that it was. It's always the joints that get loose first, from regular usage, like you said.
IC!Alfons: Ja. I ought to take a look at your ankle as well, after this, just to make sure it is in good shape. ::unscrews the kneecap and removes the piece, prodding gently amongst the wiring to find the loose bolt::
T!Ed: *watches curiously despite himself, biting his lip* My ankle seems to be in pretty good shape already. Though I suppose poking around it won't hurt any...
IC!Alfons: It is probably best just to make sure everything is tightened up so that it does not become loose as well anytime soon. ::frowns a little, scrutinizing his knee:: I think it might be on the underside of your knee, because I am not finding it here on top. Once I get your kneecap back on, would you lay on your stomach? ::works on screwing the kneecap back on::
T!Ed: Yeah, sure. *waits until his kneecap is back on before flipping himself over onto his stomach and stretching out his leg, rolling his eyes a bit at the position*
IC!Alfons: Danke. ::chuckles a little:: Be patient. ::unscrews and removes the upper calf piece, then recommences the gentle prodding:: Ah, okay, here we go.
T!Ed: You found it? *peers over his shoulder*
IC!Alfons: Ja, I did. Now bear with me for just a moment... ::reaches for a small screwdriver and carefully spreads the nerve wires apart with one hand, then inserts the screwdriver in the space between them and screws the bolt down tighter::
T!Ed: *tenses and screws his eyes shut as the screwdriver touches the wires, but otherwise remains still*
IC!Alfons: ::smiles softly:: There we go, done with that part. Sorry about that, it was hard to get to, back there. ::reattaches the calf piece and pats his leg:: You can flip back over if you would like.
T!Ed: *breaths a sigh of relief with a small shudder and turns back over, perching on the edge of the couch once more* I know, it's fine. *smiles a little*
IC!Alfons: It did not hurt at all, though, did it? ::looks a little concerned, rubbing his knee::
T!Ed: The wires were a little sensitive, that's all. Nothing either of us can help. *shrugs*
IC!Alfons: ::nods:: Alright. Still, sorry about that. But at least your leg will not fall off anytime soon now. ::grins a little::
T!Ed: *laughs* That would be horrible. I mean, can you imagine me walking to work and then my leg suddenly drops?
IC!Alfons: It really would be terrible, ja. Really, what would be best would be to have a regular schedule so you could come have a quick checkup maybe once a month, to prevent something like that from happening at all. If you want, that is. But it might be a good idea.
T!Ed: Oh... That is a good idea, actually. Um, I can come in whenever it's convenient for you. My schedule really hasn't changed much.
IC!Alfons: ::shrugs:: Well, you may want to avoid Saturdays during the day, as it appears I am now going to be tutoring your brother then. ::laughs a little:: But any other time that I am home is fine with me. ::shrugs, then scoots down to examine his ankle::
T!Ed: You're going to be tutoring the dipshit? *blinks*
IC!Alfons: Ja, he needs the help, and I am glad to give him some. The poor child does not even know how to count. ::smiles a little and shrugs, rotating the ball joint in Ed's ankle::
T!Ed: *snorts* That's because he's a dipshit.
IC!Alfons: Would you deny him the ability to learn, then, so he could act a bit more intelligently perhaps? ::picks up a small wrench and tightens a nut just above his heel::
T!Ed: Pfft. Like helping him to learn anything will make him more intelligent. He'll just forget it all later or something, like he usually does. He should just stay stupid, like he is now. *shifts uncomfortably*
IC!Alfons: Well, I disagree. If there is a chance he will retain anything I tell him, then that is a good thing. ::puts down the wrench, then pats his knee:: Your leg looks good, Edward. Perhaps surprisingly so since it has been a little while since anyone took a good look at it.
T!Ed: You'll just be wasting your time. *shrugs, then smiles* Thanks. *stands and puts his pants back on*
IC!Alfons: It is not like I have anything better to be doing. ::smiles up at him, then sits up on the couch:: You are welcome.
T!Ed: I was really glad that I could stop by, you know. *smiles softly*
IC!Alfons: I was glad you did as well. It is always a joy to have you visit, Edward. ::smiles softly in return::
T!Ed: Oh! Would you like to stop by for tea sometime? Ren wanted to meet you, if that's alright...
IC!Alfons: Ja, of course, I do believe I told you earlier that I would like to. ::nods a little:: When, do you think?
T!Ed: I'm not really sure... *chuckles sheepishly* We kind of have a guest staying with us, so maybe when he's not around.
IC!Alfons: Oh? Ahm... Well, alright... Let me know, then? How long will he be staying?
T!Ed: That's kind of the thing. He's having some trouble so I don't know when he can leave... Um, maybe we can meet next week at one of the cafes? Maybe on Wednesday?
IC!Alfons: Alright, well, I do not want to pry, since you clearly do not want to volunteer what is going on. ::small, slightly sad smile:: Ja, that sounds nice.
T!Ed: The less people involved, the better. *smiles back wanely* So I'll see you then, alright?
IC!Alfons: I see. ::sighs, then nods:: Ja, alright. ::stands, smiling softly:: Did you want to take back some of what is left of the pot roast?
T!Ed: Nah, that's alright. You save that for yourself. *grins a bit then moves towards him to give him a hug*
IC!Alfons: ::hugs back, smiling:: Alright, danke. ::gives him a quick kiss on the cheek:: And danke for the pfeffernusse. It will be a sad thing when they are all gone. ::chuckles::
T!Ed: *kisses his cheek back* I'll just have to make you some more, then~ *smiles brightly and squeezes him tightly before letting go*
IC!Alfons: ::sighs softly, chuckling:: Ja you will. I am not going to let you escape without making more sometime soon. ::grins::
T!Ed: *sighs tragically* Being held hostage for my cookie baking abilities. What a pity.
IC!Alfons: ::laughs:: You would do the same to me if I threatened to stop baking you cookies.
T!Ed: Well of course~ Can't let my cookies go, nope. *shakes his head and moves towards the door*
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles and follows him, stepping ahead a bit to open the door for him:: And good luck with the poor cookies of hatred. ::grins::
T!Ed: Oh, thank you! *puffs up, stepping outside* I'll do my best to defend those poor little things. *nodes sagely before breaking into a grin* I'll see you later, Alfons. *waves a bit and heads off for home*
IC!Alfons: ::grins:: Alright. Tschau! ::waves back, then sighs softly and closes the door, smiling::
When: 9/7/06
Rating: PG
Category: Misc. Happenings, and the ever-present one-sided Misc. Pairings.
Summary: T!Ed comes over for dinner, and then stays for an automail tune up. Really, it's more amusing than that, though. Just look at the cut line.
T!Ed: *makes it up to the door of Alfons' apartment and shifts the wrapped pot roast and wrapped package in his hands in order to knock on the door*
IC!Alfons: ::practically bounces to the door, having been waiting for him, and opens it, smiling brightly:: Come on in, Edward... Gott, that smells nice... ::steps back to let him in::
T!Ed: Hey! *steps inside with a big grin* I made that pot roast for you and I also brought by a present..~
IC!Alfons: ::closes the door after him, then blushes faintly:: A present? You should not have... ::chuckles softly:: Here, may I take something off your hands?
T!Ed: Ah, yeah... Here. *passes him the box and slips the dish with the pot roast into both hands to get a better grip on it* You want this in the kitchen..?
IC!Alfons: ::takes the box, smiling:: Ja, danke, that would be nice...
T!Ed: Alright~ *troops into the kitchen and sets the roast down on one of the counters, pretty proud of himself*
IC!Alfons: ::follows a few steps behind him, pausing at the doorway to the kitchen and smiling at his evident pride:: Should I open this now or later, then?
T!Ed: Oh, you can open it now if you want. *grins brightly at him* Though it probably won't be until dessert that it'll actually be useful.
IC!Alfons: Dessert? ::grins a little and looks down at the box:: Well, I could hardly resist opening it, then. ::goes to the table and sets the box down, opening it carefully, then practically glows when he sees its contents:: Pfeffernusse... Gott, you spoil me. ::grins at him:: Danke schön, it has been far too long since I had any...
T!Ed: *joins him at the table with a happy smile* I have been a very busy boy in the kitchen. *nods seriously before chuckling* I remember you mentioning that you like them, so I thought it would be a nice treat.
IC!Alfons: Clearly you have... ::eyes the pfeffernusse briefly before looking over at him:: They look fantastic, I cannot wait to taste one, but I want to wait until dessert! ::laughs a little:: Ja, danke, I am extremely glad you remembered that.
T!Ed: Well, then we had better be getting to eating dinner, hm? *grins teasingly* I would hate to see you waste away without your pfeffernusse.
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles:: Waste away, indeed. ::smiles:: Alright, dinner it is, and then after I will check your leg?
T!Ed: Of course. Can't work on my leg without having a full stomach. Besides, I don't want the pot roast to get cold.
IC!Alfons: No, indeed. I am still a bit amazed you cooked a pot roast.. I knew you were more talented at cooking than I am, but goodness what a treat. ::grins and heads over to the cupboards to get a couple plates out::
T!Ed: *follows after him and starts getting out silverware* It's not that amazing. I mean, I just followed the instructions in the cookbook so it really can't be too difficult.
IC!Alfons: Well, I do not think I could have pulled it off. It does take a certain amount of skill. ::smiles and sets the plates on the table, then goes back to grab napkins:: What would you like to drink?
T!Ed: Some tea, please, if you wouldn't mind. *smiles back while setting out the utensils* I could always teach you how to cook, you know. I'm not that great at it, but it would still be good to know, I think.
IC!Alfons: Hot or iced? ::gets a glass for himself and fills it with water in the meantime:: I would love that, really. I mean, clearly I can fend for myself well enough in the kitchen; I have had to do so for years, but I would love to know how to do so a bit better.
T!Ed: Iced, please. *grins* At least you have the basics down, which'll make it easier. Knowing more never hurts, though.
IC!Alfons: ::grabs a glass and pours him some iced tea from a pitcher, then brings both glasses and the napkins out to the table:: Ja, indeed. I certainly would be glad to be a bit more competent at feeding myself. ::laughs a bit:: Oh, and I made a salad to go with it, too... ::goes back to retrieve it::
T!Ed: *laughs* Oh, you do fine. You're quite capable, you know. *starts cutting up the roast as he goes to get the salad*
IC!Alfons: ::places the bowl of salad on the table and takes a seat:: Well, danke. I know, I am alright at cooking, the deprecation is in jest. But learning how to do things better is always good. ::watches him carve the roast, smiling softly::
T!Ed: *chuckles, placing some of the carved up roast on each of their plates* I know. *grins* By the way, how is it coming along down at the automail shop? *sits in a chair*
IC!Alfons: ::serves himself salad:: It is going quite well, really. I am very much enjoying it, and during the rare times that work is slow I get to learn more about the construction of automail and about some of the new designs. Fräulein Lyna is going to let me actually cut some of the pieces starting next week. She was surprised I knew how to use a torch. ::chuckles:: I think she had a slightly different impression of me before she met me, you know? More a scholar and less an engineer, perhaps.
T!Ed: *laughs lightly* Well you do come off more as a scholar rather than an engineer, that's true. But you're incredibly talented at engineering. I'm impressed with your ability. *dishes himself some salad* Is she going to let you build automail, once you get better at it?
IC!Alfons: ::smiles:: Well, danke, Edward. I know, I probably do not seem the type to be interested in working with grease and metal and chemicals upon first impression. Ah, and ja, I expect she will. We could get twice as much done that way if both of us are working at it. ::takes a bite of the roast:: Mm, that is delicious.
T!Ed: Thanks~ *munches on the salad* Salad tastes great too. *smiles* You'll be really good at working with automail, I know. It's not quite the same as working on rockets, but it probably requires about the same types of skills.
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles:: Salad is not difficult in the slightest, though. But danke. ::smiles back:: Ja, it is quite similar in ways. Of course, it is extremely different in many others, but I will adapt to it easily enough, I am sure. It will be fun.
T!Ed: It sounds like. *grins, finishing off his salad fairly quickly* I wouldn't mind knowing a mechanic that wouldn't try to kill me every time he works on my limbs, either.
IC!Alfons: ::laughs a little:: Well, I certainly would not do that to you. I would be very careful and do the best job I possibly could. ::smiles:: But will Weasel be able to accept the loss of your business? ::grins a little and works on eating the roast, chewing happily::
T!Ed: ...She had better. *shudders involuntarily before taking a sip of tea* I mean, if I have to, I'll just bend over for the hobag and maybe that'll get Weasel off of my case about it. I don't want to think about the hissy fit that she'll throw.
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles softly and shakes his head:: Well, if she really has a problem with it, she can take it up with me if she likes. I can handle myself well enough. ::munches on salad::
T!Ed: ...Are you sure? Because I don't want her to kill you or anything. *serious*
IC!Alfons: ::blinks:: She would not do that...
T!Ed: She's crazy. She'd probably come at you with a lead pipe at three in the morning. *munches on the roast*
IC!Alfons: Well, be that as it may, fear of how she might react is no reason to keep seeing her for maintenance if you would prefer to trust me. Her cruelty to you is something I wish to allow you to avoid. ::smiles gently at him::
T!Ed: She's not too bad sometimes, I suppose... *blinks* Still don't want her near my limbs. *snorts*
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles a little and finishes off his salad:: No, exactly. I am glad to help you out that way, and I promise not to cause you pain. At least I know enough about automail to avoid doing that.
T!Ed: *chuckles* I know, I know. And I really don't think that I trust anyone more than you when it comes to actually working on my automail, anyway.
IC!Alfons: ::smiles:: I am glad, then. Although if you come across serious trouble and need extensive repair work you may have to find someone else. ::laughs a little:: But when I get better I can help with that too.
T!Ed: I think if that happens I'll just crawl myself into a ditch somewhere and wait until you can handle more extensive repairs. *laughs lightly, finishing his roast*
IC!Alfons: ::smiles and shakes his head:: That is a sad image. But I will always do my best for you. ::blushes lightly and has a drink of water::
T!Ed: I know, and I appreciate that. *smiles brightly, sipping at his tea*
IC!Alfons: ::finishes off his slice of roast and smiles, quite content:: That was delicious. I may have to get the recipe from you when you are able to spend some time helping me cook better.
T!Ed: I wouldn't mind doing that. I could get a whole bunch of recipies that I use and put them in a book for you, if you'd like.
IC!Alfons: That would be wonderful, ja. I would love to try out some new things. ::nods cheerfully, then eyes the box of pfeffernusse with a grin::
T!Ed: *catches his look and grins back mischieviously, snaking a hand towards the box*
IC!Alfons: ::laughs and reaches toward it quickly, grabbing one of the little cakes first, and takes a bite, then sort of melts inside, closing his eyes:: Delicious...
T!Ed: *sticks his tongue out at him and takes one of them as well, nibbling on it* You really think so? *smiles, pleased*
IC!Alfons: Ja, I really do. ::chuckles:: It tastes fantastic. ::has another bite, basking in the flavor:: Of the many things I missed about home, homemade pfeffernusse had to be in the top ten. This is one recipe I am not going to let you fail to give me. ::grins::
T!Ed: *laughs, blushing faintly at his reaction* I can certainly give that to you. I still have that little cookbook of Gracia's recipies from Munich that I can copy down too.
IC!Alfons: Oh, would you? That would be extremely appreciated. Is this one of her recipes?
T!Ed: Mmhm. Which is why it came out so good. *grins, laughing*
IC!Alfons: ::smiles:: Well it certainly plays a large part, but your role in the baking cannot be ignored either, you know. ::savors the last few bites of his pfeffernusse and contemplates grabbing a second::
T!Ed: Aw, I didn't do that much. I just followed along with the recipe, like I did with the roast. *is clearly pleased, however, and blushes more, finishing off his pfeffernusse in a few quick bites*
IC!Alfons: Well, I do not know about pot roast, but it is said that the most important ingredient in baking is love. ::smiles, then chuckles:: I can imagine cookies of hatred would not turn out very tasty. ::grins and takes another::
T!Ed: ...Who would want to bake cookies with hatred? *puts on a highly scandalized look, hand clutching at his heart in horror*
IC!Alfons: ::laughs:: I do not know, myself. The point was the sort of poor example presented by said cookies of hatred. ::grins more at his expression::
T!Ed: If anyone baked cookies with hatred, I'd - I'd... I don't know what I'd do, but it wouldn't be pretty. *grumbles softly to himself and nibbles on another cookie*
IC!Alfons: ::laughs, then chews on his pfeffernusse:: Goodness, I did not mean to cause you so much distress, Edward. I meant to compliment you, if anything. Forget about the hatred cookies for a moment, alright? ::grins::
T!Ed: How can I when there are poor, abused cookies out there being baked by cruel people with bad intentions! *trying not to crack up*
IC!Alfons: I guess you should quit your job and go into cookie rights protesting instead. ::smiles::
T!Ed: ...I think I sould. Forget being a doctor when there are defenseless cookies out there. *laughs*
IC!Alfons: ::grins:: Indeed, and I doubt they have anyone at all they can depend on, out in such a harsh world. ::finishes the pfeffernusse::
T!Ed: Of course they don't! The poor things are out there, being abused by bakers would take advantage of them.
IC!Alfons: And what would you do, give them a home or something? ::chuckles:: Somewhere nice and safe to stay?
T!Ed: Well of course I would~ *rubs his stomach and licks his lips*
IC!Alfons: ::laughs:: Cookie murderer.
T!Ed: I'm just putting them out of their misery. *nods sagely*
IC!Alfons: Ah, of course. I should have known. ::smiles::
T!Ed: Well now you do. *grins*
IC!Alfons: Indeed I do. ::laughs, then stands and starts to clear the table, taking dishes to the sink::
T!Ed: *gets up as well and gathers up any dishes that Alfons didn't take, and follows after him to the sink*
IC!Alfons: ::sets everything down and starts washing:: Would you mind helping by drying the dishes for me?
T!Ed: I wouldn't mind at all~ *grabs a rag from off the counter and takes dishes as they're cleaned*
IC!Alfons: Danke. ::smiles over at him, then returns to washing, finishing up quickly:: Now, about this leg of yours...?
T!Ed: *dries the rest and puts them away* I think one of the bolts in it is loose or something. I heard a rattling in it the other day and it swings more easily than it should.
IC!Alfons: Well, that is easily enough fixed. I guess if you want to take a seat on the couch or something...? I need to go get my tool set.
T!Ed: Alright. *smiles and sits down on the edge of the couch, rolling up his left pants leg to the automail port*
IC!Alfons: ::disappears into the once-study for a few minutes, returning with a toolbox:: Oh, ahm, would you terribly mind helping me out sometime later? I want to make the study back into, well, the study... And it would be nice if I could get someone else to help move the larger pieces of furniture.
T!Ed: Of course! Just let me know when you want me to come by, and I can help. I could problem transmute some nice shelves or something in there too for books and whatnot. *smiles before fidgeting a moment* Um... Usually when I get my leg worked on, I just... take off my pants, but I'm not sure if that's a problem or not... I could always roll them up instead, I suppose.
IC!Alfons: Danke, that would be extremely kind of you to help out. ::smiles, then runs a hand through his hair and blushes:: Ahm... Whatever you are comfortable with. Although admittedly it would be easier for me to access all of your leg if you just removed your pants... ahm... but it is up to you...
T!Ed: Alright... No ideas now. *grins teasingly and stands, removing his pants fairly quickly and sitting back down again, folding them up carefully and setting them aside, happy that he actually wore boxers today*
IC!Alfons: ::blushes a little more, speaking softly:: Not like I have never seen you without pants anyway. ::shakes his head quickly, chuckling, then turns his attention to the toolchest, digging out a properly-sized screwdriver::
T!Ed: True. *laughs, eyeing the screwdriver somewhat cautiously out of habit*
IC!Alfons: ::sits on the floor next to his automail leg and smiles up at him, patting the steel shin and still blushing faintly:: You know how it goes. Tell me if you are uncomfortable. But I will not hurt you, I promise.
T!Ed: Alright... I will. *squirms for a moment in his seat before taking a deep breath and sitting still for him*
IC!Alfons: ::smiles comfortingly:: Danke. ::places one hand on Ed's knee and the other around his heel, moving his leg and feeling the joints:: Ja, alright, it is definitely loose around your knee... Not surprising that a bolt there would come loose from regular usage. ::scoots toward the side a little, closer to his knee, and continues to test the joint::
T!Ed: *leans back against the couch, keeping his leg relaxed* I figured that it was. It's always the joints that get loose first, from regular usage, like you said.
IC!Alfons: Ja. I ought to take a look at your ankle as well, after this, just to make sure it is in good shape. ::unscrews the kneecap and removes the piece, prodding gently amongst the wiring to find the loose bolt::
T!Ed: *watches curiously despite himself, biting his lip* My ankle seems to be in pretty good shape already. Though I suppose poking around it won't hurt any...
IC!Alfons: It is probably best just to make sure everything is tightened up so that it does not become loose as well anytime soon. ::frowns a little, scrutinizing his knee:: I think it might be on the underside of your knee, because I am not finding it here on top. Once I get your kneecap back on, would you lay on your stomach? ::works on screwing the kneecap back on::
T!Ed: Yeah, sure. *waits until his kneecap is back on before flipping himself over onto his stomach and stretching out his leg, rolling his eyes a bit at the position*
IC!Alfons: Danke. ::chuckles a little:: Be patient. ::unscrews and removes the upper calf piece, then recommences the gentle prodding:: Ah, okay, here we go.
T!Ed: You found it? *peers over his shoulder*
IC!Alfons: Ja, I did. Now bear with me for just a moment... ::reaches for a small screwdriver and carefully spreads the nerve wires apart with one hand, then inserts the screwdriver in the space between them and screws the bolt down tighter::
T!Ed: *tenses and screws his eyes shut as the screwdriver touches the wires, but otherwise remains still*
IC!Alfons: ::smiles softly:: There we go, done with that part. Sorry about that, it was hard to get to, back there. ::reattaches the calf piece and pats his leg:: You can flip back over if you would like.
T!Ed: *breaths a sigh of relief with a small shudder and turns back over, perching on the edge of the couch once more* I know, it's fine. *smiles a little*
IC!Alfons: It did not hurt at all, though, did it? ::looks a little concerned, rubbing his knee::
T!Ed: The wires were a little sensitive, that's all. Nothing either of us can help. *shrugs*
IC!Alfons: ::nods:: Alright. Still, sorry about that. But at least your leg will not fall off anytime soon now. ::grins a little::
T!Ed: *laughs* That would be horrible. I mean, can you imagine me walking to work and then my leg suddenly drops?
IC!Alfons: It really would be terrible, ja. Really, what would be best would be to have a regular schedule so you could come have a quick checkup maybe once a month, to prevent something like that from happening at all. If you want, that is. But it might be a good idea.
T!Ed: Oh... That is a good idea, actually. Um, I can come in whenever it's convenient for you. My schedule really hasn't changed much.
IC!Alfons: ::shrugs:: Well, you may want to avoid Saturdays during the day, as it appears I am now going to be tutoring your brother then. ::laughs a little:: But any other time that I am home is fine with me. ::shrugs, then scoots down to examine his ankle::
T!Ed: You're going to be tutoring the dipshit? *blinks*
IC!Alfons: Ja, he needs the help, and I am glad to give him some. The poor child does not even know how to count. ::smiles a little and shrugs, rotating the ball joint in Ed's ankle::
T!Ed: *snorts* That's because he's a dipshit.
IC!Alfons: Would you deny him the ability to learn, then, so he could act a bit more intelligently perhaps? ::picks up a small wrench and tightens a nut just above his heel::
T!Ed: Pfft. Like helping him to learn anything will make him more intelligent. He'll just forget it all later or something, like he usually does. He should just stay stupid, like he is now. *shifts uncomfortably*
IC!Alfons: Well, I disagree. If there is a chance he will retain anything I tell him, then that is a good thing. ::puts down the wrench, then pats his knee:: Your leg looks good, Edward. Perhaps surprisingly so since it has been a little while since anyone took a good look at it.
T!Ed: You'll just be wasting your time. *shrugs, then smiles* Thanks. *stands and puts his pants back on*
IC!Alfons: It is not like I have anything better to be doing. ::smiles up at him, then sits up on the couch:: You are welcome.
T!Ed: I was really glad that I could stop by, you know. *smiles softly*
IC!Alfons: I was glad you did as well. It is always a joy to have you visit, Edward. ::smiles softly in return::
T!Ed: Oh! Would you like to stop by for tea sometime? Ren wanted to meet you, if that's alright...
IC!Alfons: Ja, of course, I do believe I told you earlier that I would like to. ::nods a little:: When, do you think?
T!Ed: I'm not really sure... *chuckles sheepishly* We kind of have a guest staying with us, so maybe when he's not around.
IC!Alfons: Oh? Ahm... Well, alright... Let me know, then? How long will he be staying?
T!Ed: That's kind of the thing. He's having some trouble so I don't know when he can leave... Um, maybe we can meet next week at one of the cafes? Maybe on Wednesday?
IC!Alfons: Alright, well, I do not want to pry, since you clearly do not want to volunteer what is going on. ::small, slightly sad smile:: Ja, that sounds nice.
T!Ed: The less people involved, the better. *smiles back wanely* So I'll see you then, alright?
IC!Alfons: I see. ::sighs, then nods:: Ja, alright. ::stands, smiling softly:: Did you want to take back some of what is left of the pot roast?
T!Ed: Nah, that's alright. You save that for yourself. *grins a bit then moves towards him to give him a hug*
IC!Alfons: ::hugs back, smiling:: Alright, danke. ::gives him a quick kiss on the cheek:: And danke for the pfeffernusse. It will be a sad thing when they are all gone. ::chuckles::
T!Ed: *kisses his cheek back* I'll just have to make you some more, then~ *smiles brightly and squeezes him tightly before letting go*
IC!Alfons: ::sighs softly, chuckling:: Ja you will. I am not going to let you escape without making more sometime soon. ::grins::
T!Ed: *sighs tragically* Being held hostage for my cookie baking abilities. What a pity.
IC!Alfons: ::laughs:: You would do the same to me if I threatened to stop baking you cookies.
T!Ed: Well of course~ Can't let my cookies go, nope. *shakes his head and moves towards the door*
IC!Alfons: ::chuckles and follows him, stepping ahead a bit to open the door for him:: And good luck with the poor cookies of hatred. ::grins::
T!Ed: Oh, thank you! *puffs up, stepping outside* I'll do my best to defend those poor little things. *nodes sagely before breaking into a grin* I'll see you later, Alfons. *waves a bit and heads off for home*
IC!Alfons: ::grins:: Alright. Tschau! ::waves back, then sighs softly and closes the door, smiling::