[closed] 7.30AM
Who: Sweden (tillsolen) & Finland (suomi_sniper)
What: The breakfast promised over the briefest of email exchanges.
Where: The kitchen.
When: Morning.
Notes: Closed for now, but may be open later on.
He'd arrived a little early for the promised date of 8 o' clock, but it was of course not without reason: it would not do to have Finland help him with the preparation, particularly since he'd been the one to call him out. Sweden smiled bitterly as he dusted the flour off his hands, early for the most trivial of things, but not when it mattered.
He glanced at the light streaming filtered through the barred windows, still wane and uncertain. October now, yes, he'd seen the calendars, but there was no sign of the changing seasons from within the facility (prison) but for the dimming sun. Must still be in the northern hemisphere, he mused, but shook it from his mind: there was no use in pondering their whereabouts; the building itself had already proven to be outside conventional thought (just how were they able to maintain the ice in the north wing?). But, turning his attention back to his cooking, more importantly: these pancakes.
It would also not do to give Finland anything but his best, now that he had nothing but to be concerned with.
What: The breakfast promised over the briefest of email exchanges.
Where: The kitchen.
When: Morning.
Notes: Closed for now, but may be open later on.
He'd arrived a little early for the promised date of 8 o' clock, but it was of course not without reason: it would not do to have Finland help him with the preparation, particularly since he'd been the one to call him out. Sweden smiled bitterly as he dusted the flour off his hands, early for the most trivial of things, but not when it mattered.
He glanced at the light streaming filtered through the barred windows, still wane and uncertain. October now, yes, he'd seen the calendars, but there was no sign of the changing seasons from within the facility (prison) but for the dimming sun. Must still be in the northern hemisphere, he mused, but shook it from his mind: there was no use in pondering their whereabouts; the building itself had already proven to be outside conventional thought (just how were they able to maintain the ice in the north wing?). But, turning his attention back to his cooking, more importantly: these pancakes.
It would also not do to give Finland anything but his best, now that he had nothing but to be concerned with.