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[tinylittleonion]

*has been cooking again, after bringing in cherries from the cherry trees and deciding on a whim to make varenyky -- perhaps it's careless of him, for he doesn't think of where the flour comes from and whether it ought to be rationed, but it's an innocent, open-hearted sort of impulse, and it would be spoiled with too much worrying. he only takes a

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[john_ofdarkness]

*assuming that he is the 'dear friend' mentioned, John will be in his room, sitting in the window and scratching notes idly on a pad of paper. scripting dialogue; it's never been a strong suit of his. all of his characters have the same speech patterns, and it annoys him; therefore he spends more time looking out at the gardens, the treeline, anyone who should pass by*

[tinylittleonion]

*knock, knock~!*

[john_ofdarkness]

*jerking alert, sliding down from the windowsill* Who's there?

[tinylittleonion]

*opens the door* Ah, you're in. *smiles* I'd hoped you'd be.

[john_ofdarkness]

*relaxing into a smile--his expression had been a little ugly before he'd known who it was* Hello there, duck. Anything in particular you'd wanted?

[tinylittleonion]

*does love the way John smiles at him -- comes to kiss his cheek, and offer the varenyky he'd gathered up in a paper towel* Just these ... I made them a little while ago, and I wanted to get them to you while they were still warm ... and I wanted to see you, of course, and not simply leave them for you. *laughs* But I won't stay long, if you're busy with anything?

[john_ofdarkness]

Never too busy for you. *kissing him gently, tasting cherries and sweetness* Is that what these taste like, then?

[tinylittleonion]

*can't help but blush, though he smiles and teases a little* You're allowed to have one, you know -- you don't have to kiss me for it.

[john_ofdarkness]

Where's the fun in that? *then plucks one from his hands, sitting in his armchair and biting into it--enjoying taste, texture* Made these yourself, did you?

[tinylittleonion]

Yes, just now ... I was looking at the cherry trees, and then I thought of making something. *settling somewhere, on a chair on the bed -- still smiling at him, curious* Do you like it? Is it as good the apple cake?

[john_ofdarkness]

Better. Cherries are an interesting flavour--as tart and bitter as they are sweet. *smiling in return* Your book had mentioned that you liked cherry jam. Close enough for you?

[tinylittleonion]

Oh -- *laughs* I didn't know that was in the book ... but that's why I thought of it, of the cherry trees. I spoke to Ivan, and told him how I remembered the time he bought me cherry jam ...

[john_ofdarkness]

And then told you a story about a particularly ruthless Catholic?

[tinylittleonion]

I didn't mention that. Though now that I think of it, it must have been on his mind ...

[john_ofdarkness]

*finishing his varenyk* How is your brother?

[tinylittleonion]

He's gladder than he was --- and it's sincere, I think, his gladness. But he still wants to leave the world, to return the ticket, some day; before it was because the world was too cruel and nothing could excuse it, but now he speaks as though he thinks he's too cruel for the world. I don't know how to convince him that isn't so.