Stone Soup, Stone Soup [OPEN]
Characters: Rhys, Belle, and TOTALLY OPEN
Location: The kitchen
Time: During the plague
Content: Making soup for those dying of ick
Format: Starting with prose, but feel free to change that
Warnings: NO SOUP FOR YOU
If there was one place in the mansion where Rhys was already comfortable, it was the kitchen. He'd spent much of his childhood sick at home, and back then he always seemed to wind up in the kitchen with his mother. He'd spent many years learning all of her recipes, her little techniques and tricks, those little touches that took the process of food preparation to the level of an art form. And while this kitchen was much bigger and more modern than the one back home, it still felt just right.
He set his hands on the counter and looked around. He'd gathered the knives and cutting boards for the vegetables, and already had a large pot of water on the stove. This was a recipe his mother had made for him time and time again when he was sick, and it always made him feel better. While he wasn't quite sure how he had managed not to catch the bug that had been going around, he was glad for the resulting opportunity to help care for those who were ill. Of course, it would be a much simpler matter if his healing powers didn't seem to be somewhat ineffective against illnesses... still, nothing he could do about that.
He checked the clock on the stove. Belle should be back with the groceries they needed soon... in the meantime, he picked up a broom from the corner and began sweeping. Someone had apparently taken to throwing plates around during the invasion of the mansion a couple weeks earlier, and he'd been feeling the small chunks of ceramic between his shoes and the floor. Why it hadn't been cleaned, he wasn't sure, but no reason not to do it himself.