17 February 2005 - Yorkshire - Kitchens

[there_is_a_me]

In addition to the set-up out there, Spooney got a certain collection of people smuggled into the kitchen to watch him woo and perhaps win the woman of his dreams.

Or, you know, to pull him out from under the table and get him sloshed. Whichever.

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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel, for her part, had taken over an unused portion of counter. A hard feat given the order load for Spoon's planned dinner, but she was guarding it against any and all wait-staff who eyed her!

Of course, a spandex clad woman, sitting barefoot on a counter who occasionally flickered with flame wasn't easy to dethrone...

At least she wasn't stealing things to nibble on?

[krazyglusurgeon]

Cooper was just relying on the fact that he was tall, quiet, and vaguely menacing to keep his spot. Also, sitting not too far from the flickering woman.

[futures_of_ash]

...it had been a well documented fact that Rachel really didn't pick up the 'vaguely menacing' vibes very well. This was perhaps why she offered a small smile and poked his shoulder "Counter space? I think they want to set a cake next to me and confections rarely talk..."

[krazyglusurgeon]

"Hmm?"

He turned, curious.

"Move?" he questioned.

[runs_with]

Cora isn't too worried about keeping a place of any sort - it would be a rather silly thing to worry about given the fact that she isn't really staying in any particular one long enough to keep it. And other people might need it. And she's got something of a lot of energy.

It is, after all, very hard to (conducting important business) oversee - and flash very hopeful, 'May I have some, please?' faces at people - when you are staying still.

Keeping out of the way, however, gets a little bit more attention. Sort of. Somewhere amidst all of the scurrying about and remembering to stand up properly and bouncing on her toes and - well, doesn't everything smell lovely?

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel leaned her chin in her hands and just watched the girl for a bit. Honestly it was always nice to see kids being, well, kids. She honestly get to see it often. "Would you like something?" she asked at last.

[runs_with]

Daddy worries too much, so Cora has to be terribly practical about this whole thing. (Not that she really knows how to do that, exactly, but she likes pretending that she does.)

The voice gets her attention easily enough though - and she turns with a slightly pinwheely, spinny motion, head cocking automatically to the side.

She's pretty.

"Hallo," she blinks, then remembers her manners. "Yes. Please?"

[futures_of_ash]

"Have you eaten a meal yet?" she asked curiously, unfolding her legs so they could dangle off the counter. "Because I'm sure we could talk one of these cooks out of a meal if we asked nicely..."

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells crept in when he managed to arrive- he got pulled aside at the last minute by one of his farriery customers. At this rate, he's starting to consider asking for permanent ownership of that bloody horse.

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel offered a cheerful wave from her perch "Didn't miss anything yet! Is Annie going to sneak in too?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"'Fraid not," says Wells regretfully. "She's got a really fucking stroppy oven at the bakery, can't walk out on that. Hallo, Rachel."

[futures_of_ash]

"Well, we'll just have to take pictures or something" she sighed. "Or link her, but the visual overlay probably wouldn't be good in a bakery. How's life, Wells?"

Did they even have a camera?

[mogget_cat]

The restaurant people won't miss one little fish, would they?

Just in case, Yrael intends on not leaving any evidence to be pinned on him.

At least it gives him something to nibble on while listening for any sort of commotion from beyond the kitchen door.

[futures_of_ash]

The kitchen staff most certainly would! Considering that Yrael would have to steal it from a dish being prepared!

Luckily, it was unsanitary to attack people with knives in a kitchen.

And Rachel was a pretty good deterrent!

[mogget_cat]

Oh, he wouldn't do that! He'd take it from where it was being stored, not one already being used!

That would be mean.

But anyone who keeps angry chefs from chasing not'cats with carving knives, a la Disney, is a good friend in Yrael's book. That Rachel is already a good friend of his simply makes her an even better friend.

Yrael claims a bit of the countertop for himself, bumping his shoulder against Rachel's, lightly.

"Hey, you," he smiles.

[futures_of_ash]

"Hey yourself" she chuckled, leaning against him comfortably. "You realize they're probably going to charge Spoon for that fish?" she teased gently.

Not that she'd let them, but they were being incredibly tolerant with the people in their kitchen.

[killitwith_fire]

Axel, in true spy/assassin style, has managed to find himself a spot out of the main path of anything, but with a good vantage on everything.

What?

Someone had to get the good spot.

[mogget_cat]

What?

Someone had to try and steal the good spot.

[killitwith_fire]

There's room for two on top of the broken stove.

If Axel can be convinced to share.

[mogget_cat]

Can he? Yrael can be mightily persuasive.

Especially when wielding a meat thermometer and a shaker of cayenne.

En garde!