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[of_arabia]

[The seal has been set in the window of the Gilded Castle's kitchen, showing the entire scene. The kitchen is large, and slightly more modern than the rest of the house, tiled floors and steel fixtures, a large table where a number of servants should have working busily, but it's just Arabia

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[uponhiseye]

[Oh. That... looks delicious. But he could just be talking to his fellow housemates -- right?]

You don't mind?

[of_arabia]

[He sneers.]

Because I take such obvious pleasure in taunting children with promises of food.

[uponhiseye]

[Right over his head, the sarcasm went. Insert a little pause.]

I don't think they'd feel taunted...

[of_arabia]

[And this is where Arabia rolls his eyes.]

Yes, thank you, because semantics are such a cheerful topic.

[uponhiseye]

[which is where discomfort sets in. Milen might sound a little apologetic.]

Why are you upset?

[of_arabia]

Who said anything about being upset.

[uponhiseye]

You look like it.

[of_arabia]

[Oh, bah. He looks up sharply at the seal where Milen's voice is coming from.]

It is ill-advised to care about the moods of others.

[uponhiseye]

[Silence. Yikes, he has an intimidating look.]

Why?

[of_arabia]

Emotions are ridiculous and irrational chemical processes, which occasionally have their uses, but cannot be changed by the simpering and pandering of another individual. Better to leave them be.

[uponhiseye]

... I never heard that before.

But, uhm. I don't mind helping--I could bring the stuff you're asking for.

[of_arabia]

[He purses his lips. He says fuck off and you say let me help? Really. Really? He takes a deep breath, and calms down.]

Fine. Bring it.

[uponhiseye]

[This is what magic has done.]

Okay-! I'll be quick.

[And dead silence follows. See you in twenty minutes, princess.]

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[of_arabia]

[Princess bitchy pants will still be fussing away in his kitchen don't worry about it. The front door is open for Milen though.]

[uponhiseye]

[Milen has a harder time finding the ingredients than remembering the directions to Arabia's place (blame it on his refusal to ask wishes from Splendor. So considerate!), but here he is, carrying everything in a paper bag. He peeks and walks inside humbly, hoping he's not unexpected guest to any of the other residents. Following the scent of delicious meals in the making is a much easier task.]

Arabia?

[of_arabia]

[He stops, briefly, to come take the paper bag out of Milen's hands, poking through it thoughtfully. He pulls out the leeks and takes them to the sink to begin washing them.]

I suppose that was quick enough.

[Thank you? What is thank you?]