Isabelle ♦ 005

[nolessthanseven]

Who Isabelle and somarium
Where A field in Espoir filled with leaves. So many leaves.
Style First.
Status Open!

[Isabelle had spent the last couple hours cooking. A true tragedy, as far as things go. Nothing was going to keep her from serving something - faery broth made with tomatoes, artichokes, and peppercorns was the dud du jour - to the guest of the

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[knightofchanges]

[now that that thread's finished-- here's Ace, walking in casual as ever]

Heeeeh, this actually doesn't look that bad.

[nolessthanseven]

[tee hee Izzy glances up, grinning and waving in greeting.]

Of course not. It's pretty hard to mess up a picnic.

[knightofchanges]

Well there's always the cooking.

[nolessthanseven]

Don't judge my cooking before you've tasted it.

[she motions to the pot.] Want some?

[knightofchanges]

[chuckles] I might as well. [and begins to serve himself]

Did you really make all of this on your own?

[nolessthanseven]

Doesn't take that long to make soup, you know. Toss ingredients into pot, boil. Let it do its thing for a while.

I just made a lot, because I had no idea how many people were coming. [beam. Someone's gonna eat her cooking!]

[knightofchanges]

It's still rather impressive. [and he actually means that statement.]

I'm sure there will be plenty of people, haha. [he sits down near her as he speaks is the food actually good? /just curious so she doesn't know Isabelle's cooking prowess] Didn't you get a lot of responses from that earlier announcement?

[nolessthanseven]

Thanks. I'm glad you think so. [she beams at him. that soup is probably the worst thing you'll ever eat, ever.]

Yeah, I got a few. Still, that never guarantees anything.

1/2

[knightofchanges]

Hm, this is true. Now let's give this soup a try... [GOOD THING I ASKED. he'll be taking a spoonful...]

2/2

[knightofchanges]

[he'll just be sitting there kind of frozen in place.]

[nolessthanseven]

[grin...grin...gri-- wait. Why isn't he saying anything?]

What's wrong?

[knightofchanges]

[he really wants to just spit it out but he has more manners than that. so he somehow manages to swallow before setting down the spoon and giving Isabelle a rather ill smile]

I'll be honest with you, Miss Isabelle.

I think you may want to consult the cookbook again.

[nolessthanseven]

[she sighs, leaning her chin in one hand.]

Not the first time I've heard that. Have you been talking to my brothers?

[knightofchanges]

Unfortunately, no. [he could have had a warning then sob]

I had only been joking about the possibility of cooking spoiling the picnic, but it looks like it might come true.

[nolessthanseven]

[but she thinks her cooking could be is good!]

No way. Picnics are more about hanging out with people anyway!

[knightofchanges]

Hm. really? I thought it was for the food.