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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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[mumdies]

[Bambi arrives with the same hamper he'd brought Arabia lunch in that time, the woven wicker thing looking odd on his tattooed arm. There are several tomatoes and two dozen eggs in there, because he couldn't see the harm in bringing more than was asked for. But the leeks are not leeks, they are spring onions. He got a little confused in his rush to bring the stuff back.

He sets the hamper on a clear bit of the huge table, then stands and stares at the spread for a moment, rubbing at his nose.]

Don't really need to be cookin' this much.

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[of_arabia]

[Arabia washes his hands off before coming to poke through the basket. He frowns at the spring onions, but considering the little water golem's offer to assist, he decides against turning his ire on Bambi. He just takes the eggs over to the sink, poking through a few things on the stove before he starts assembling the rest of the items for his quiche.]

Last I checked, I am free to do whatever pleases me.

[His tone is incredibly dry. He doesn't have to explain himself to you, Bambi.]

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[mumdies]

Weren't sayin' that.

[Mumbled. He knows Arabia's upset, he just doesn't know over what, and asking is really a last resort option, because he knows how well Arabia reacts to the idea that he or Tink can tell these things. Better to try and work around it until the answer turned up on its own.]

Need me to do somethin'?

[Aside from just fetching more ingredients. He had that wish still in place, and his head was actually hurting slightly from all the recipes and meals running through his mind just looking at the stuff Arabia had spread out.]

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[of_arabia]

[He sighs. Bambi might not say it, but Arabia knows he wouldn't be lingering around trying to be helpful if it weren't completely obvious he's in a snit.]

There is bread in the oven.

[He motions off blindly in that general direction. The bread needs to be moved so the quiche can go in there next, clearly.]

Or you could eat something.

[This is an afterthought, but he supposes his own dogs may as well have first opportunity at all of it.]

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[mumdies]

[He's moving towards the oven as soon as Arabia gestures to it, grabbing up a set of oven mitts. He pauses at the second comment, glancing back briefly. That's a huge spread for Arabia just to let Bambi take his pick from. Their diet is usually a little more restricted than that.]

You sure?

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[of_arabia]

[He casts an impatient look over his shoulder. Why does everyone think he talks to just to hear his own voice?]

Yes. I am completely certain.

[And he goes right back to what he was doing.]

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[mumdies]

[He stares for a moment longer, then turns and gets that bread out of the oven as quickly as possible. As soon as it's down on a cooling tray, he's fishing his seal out of his pocket, distracted from the whole Arabia-is-upset by the fact they're allowed to eat anything they want off the table and Tink isn't here.

Still fairly certain Arabia's going to change his mind, one wary eye trained on him, he whispers into the seal, urgent.]

Tink, you gotta get here. Rabe's lettin' us eat anythin'. Anythin', Tink.

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[w_oapplause]

[Scamper. Scamper scamper scamper. Did you say food? Cause Tink heard that he was allowed to eat whatever he wants and he appears full tilt, clattering into place alongside Bambi at the table.]

Really?

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[mumdies]

Really.

[He nods.]

Asked to make sure, an' he said so.

[Another wary glance at the witch in question, really fully expecting him to turn around and say different now it was the both of them and Tink was getting all excited.]

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[of_arabia]

[Arabia rolls his eyes to himself before drying off his hands and coming over to them. He takes one of the cooled loaves of bread from the basket and cuts it into slices. He holds one out to each of them.

Tink takes his and stuffs it straight into his face with a pleased sound. Arabia takes a third slice away with him as he returns to his cooking.

Now stop staring at me wondering if I'm going to change my mind 8{ ]

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[mumdies]

[Bambi takes his, but doesn't eat it straight away, thinks maybe he'd like some butter or cheese or maybe even a bit of that meat on it. Once Arabia's turned back, though, he leans into Tink, back to a whisper.]

You got any idea what's got him moody?

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[w_oapplause]

[Tink knocks heads with him lightly, thinking as he eats his fresh baked bread, obviously getting crumbs everywhere.]

I'unno. I heard him say somethin' about keeping his hands busy.

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[mumdies]

[Bambi thinks about this for a moment, chewing on a piece of crust, even though he'd been meaning to use the bread for something more substantial. Arabia is usually always doing something, painting or playing music or cooking, but not in such huge amounts as this.]

Somethin' happened.

[The mood and the massive amount of cooking had come too suddenly for it to be anything Arabia had worked up into on his own.]

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[w_oapplause]

[Bambi was probably right. Their master liked to do stuff, all kinds of stuff gardening and jogging and reading and swimming. He liked cooking too, though he was obviously pretty pissed off at the moment.]

Maybe he's out of paint or somethin'.

[But then, why didn't he just wish for it or send them out to get it, or something?]

I dunno, I don't get it.

[He settles up on his knees, reaching for a plate from a stack, he's been promised he can eat whatever he wants, he's totally gonna.]

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[mumdies]

[Bambi rubs at his nose for a minute, looking over the table and Arabia.]

Too big for out of paint.

[And paint always ran out, eventually. It wasn't something Arabia would get in a mood over. Clearly there was a mystery here that needed to be solved. He sets his bit of bread on the edge of the table.]

M'gonna go look. Don't say nothin'.

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[w_oapplause]

[Tink nods absentmindedly. Grabs another plate if Bambi's gonna go wanderin' off and fulls it up with food, so there'll be a place ready when his broseph returns.]