Lunch Time!!
Who: Alberich and Schuldig
When: A week ago
Where: cafe
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Notes: mun is a spazz during the school week >>
Summary: Alberich comes in for lunch and he and Schuldig talk briefly
Alberich headed into the cafe for lunch, as usual for him after some swordswork with various people on the island. He sat down at his usual table, sitting with his back to the wall out of habit so no one could try to get behind him.
Schuldig was in the kitchen today, much to the possible woe of certain island residents if they had been there. He stepped out of the kitchen hearing that someone had come in. It is was swordsman guy...Alberich. He walked over. "What can I get for you?" he asked in German, figuring it would be a chance for him to use aside from random swearing and figuring the other wouldn't mind speaking in German.
Alberich watched the orange-haired German telepath as the other walked towards him, not surprised to hear the words coming out in German. He also knew the German's cooking skills, or potential lack of them in certain people's opinions. He replied back in the same language, "What sort of food are you managing to cook today?"
Schuldig managed not to glare at him. So it seemed his horrible cooking reputation lived on. "Sandwiches are hard to destroy," he said in joking tone. "Jon made soup when he was here earlier so technically I'm not making it."
"Then I'll have some of the soup." Alberich replied, getting the humor of the German's comments, but he still didn't really like sandwiches all that much. The closest thing he knew to them were sausage rolls, and that was still a bit different.
"Alright. Which kind would you like? We have broccoli cheddar or beef stew."
"Beef stew."
Schuldig nodded. "Alright. Anything else?"
"Some bread to go with it, if possible."
Schuldig nodded. "Okay." He turned and headed back into the kitchen to get the food. "My cooking isn't as bad everyone thinks," he remarked as he headed back, somewhat continuing with Alberich's previous comment.
Alberich actually chuckled a little, which would scare everyone who had ever known him solely in the training or teaching areas of life. He wasn't that bad of a cook, but field cooking wasn't the kind of food one really wanted to live on.
Schuldig smirked slightly which was really the only way he smiled. "Actually surprised the person who started that rumor here not too long ago," he said bringing out the soup and bread.
"And who would that be?" Alberich asked in German, looking over the soup and bread. It certainly looked better than tavern food, which meant that it was edible.
"Naoe Nagi."
"Naoe Nagi..." Alberich had to think for a few minutes before being able to place name with face. He finally understood, "The Gifted one who looks like he just walked off a street in a city."
Schuldig nodded. "He hasn't been eating. That's why I made something for him. He looked rather shocked when he found out it was edible," he said, still speaking in German.
"He hasn't been eating enough." Alberich corrected, "He's eating just enough to keep going and nothing more than that." He saw street urchins in the parts of Haven he went into at night, and had a sinking feeling that Nagi might be very similar to those kids. "He was one of them?"
Schuldig nodded. "He was." He knew Nagi didn't like to talk about it so he figured he'd just leave it at that.
Alberich nodded, that was all he needed to know about that. Occasionally a street urchin would turn out to be Gifted, which meant that the child became his responsibility in the salle. "I know the type."
Schuldig nodded. He knew the type as well. His own past wasn't all that pleasant, to the point where it was nearly non-existant to anyone but himself. But then again, neither was Farfarello's.
Alberich wasn't going to go into his past, either. His wasn't as bad as being a street urchin, but being a bastard son and living in the tavern his mother worked in wasn't the greatest, either. He kept that to himself, even from Schuldig, and started eating his stew.
"You want some coffee?" Schuldig asked. So, he wasn't a model waiter.
Alberich nodded, not caring that Schuldig wasn't a "model waiter" by any means.
Schuldig nodded and headed back to get the mug and the coffee. "Anything with it, like cream or sugar? Or just black coffee?"
"Just black." Alberich replied, "As long as it is not from the bottom of the pot."
Schuldig nodded and poured the coffee for Alberich, bringing it over to him.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
When: A week ago
Where: cafe
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Notes: mun is a spazz during the school week >>
Summary: Alberich comes in for lunch and he and Schuldig talk briefly
Alberich headed into the cafe for lunch, as usual for him after some swordswork with various people on the island. He sat down at his usual table, sitting with his back to the wall out of habit so no one could try to get behind him.
Schuldig was in the kitchen today, much to the possible woe of certain island residents if they had been there. He stepped out of the kitchen hearing that someone had come in. It is was swordsman guy...Alberich. He walked over. "What can I get for you?" he asked in German, figuring it would be a chance for him to use aside from random swearing and figuring the other wouldn't mind speaking in German.
Alberich watched the orange-haired German telepath as the other walked towards him, not surprised to hear the words coming out in German. He also knew the German's cooking skills, or potential lack of them in certain people's opinions. He replied back in the same language, "What sort of food are you managing to cook today?"
Schuldig managed not to glare at him. So it seemed his horrible cooking reputation lived on. "Sandwiches are hard to destroy," he said in joking tone. "Jon made soup when he was here earlier so technically I'm not making it."
"Then I'll have some of the soup." Alberich replied, getting the humor of the German's comments, but he still didn't really like sandwiches all that much. The closest thing he knew to them were sausage rolls, and that was still a bit different.
"Alright. Which kind would you like? We have broccoli cheddar or beef stew."
"Beef stew."
Schuldig nodded. "Alright. Anything else?"
"Some bread to go with it, if possible."
Schuldig nodded. "Okay." He turned and headed back into the kitchen to get the food. "My cooking isn't as bad everyone thinks," he remarked as he headed back, somewhat continuing with Alberich's previous comment.
Alberich actually chuckled a little, which would scare everyone who had ever known him solely in the training or teaching areas of life. He wasn't that bad of a cook, but field cooking wasn't the kind of food one really wanted to live on.
Schuldig smirked slightly which was really the only way he smiled. "Actually surprised the person who started that rumor here not too long ago," he said bringing out the soup and bread.
"And who would that be?" Alberich asked in German, looking over the soup and bread. It certainly looked better than tavern food, which meant that it was edible.
"Naoe Nagi."
"Naoe Nagi..." Alberich had to think for a few minutes before being able to place name with face. He finally understood, "The Gifted one who looks like he just walked off a street in a city."
Schuldig nodded. "He hasn't been eating. That's why I made something for him. He looked rather shocked when he found out it was edible," he said, still speaking in German.
"He hasn't been eating enough." Alberich corrected, "He's eating just enough to keep going and nothing more than that." He saw street urchins in the parts of Haven he went into at night, and had a sinking feeling that Nagi might be very similar to those kids. "He was one of them?"
Schuldig nodded. "He was." He knew Nagi didn't like to talk about it so he figured he'd just leave it at that.
Alberich nodded, that was all he needed to know about that. Occasionally a street urchin would turn out to be Gifted, which meant that the child became his responsibility in the salle. "I know the type."
Schuldig nodded. He knew the type as well. His own past wasn't all that pleasant, to the point where it was nearly non-existant to anyone but himself. But then again, neither was Farfarello's.
Alberich wasn't going to go into his past, either. His wasn't as bad as being a street urchin, but being a bastard son and living in the tavern his mother worked in wasn't the greatest, either. He kept that to himself, even from Schuldig, and started eating his stew.
"You want some coffee?" Schuldig asked. So, he wasn't a model waiter.
Alberich nodded, not caring that Schuldig wasn't a "model waiter" by any means.
Schuldig nodded and headed back to get the mug and the coffee. "Anything with it, like cream or sugar? Or just black coffee?"
"Just black." Alberich replied, "As long as it is not from the bottom of the pot."
Schuldig nodded and poured the coffee for Alberich, bringing it over to him.
"Thank you."
"No problem."