city sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style

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What it says about her, Olive doesn't really know, but she just doesn't get tired of all this. Granted, the corsets can make things a bit tiring, but if she remembers her exercises and posture from her lessons and doesn't try to rush overly much, it really just becomes another detail that fades into the background, part of the whole situation and

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"Nothing that comes to mind," Eduardo says as he crosses to Olive's side, an arm wrapping around her waist when he reaches her, head turned in her direction rather than towards the counter. It's too hard to help when just saying so is something so welcome. The cold, he's no more sold on than he was when he was at Harvard, and the whole nineteenth century London thing is more than a little strange, but this - making their own meals, running their own house, even the goddamn clothes - he knows without a doubt he could get used to. After almost a year of eating whatever they had in the kitchen or the Winchester, getting to go shopping for ingredients and deciding what to have is as novel in its own right as the rest of it, and even then, it really only just feels right. They're in the wrong place and the wrong time, and yet this feels like real life, rather than the break from it that the island itself always was. He only wishes it could last. "What about you? Any thoughts?"

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Olive leans her head against his shoulder, glancing up to catch him looking at her, and smiles. She's been consulting whatever cookery books the shelf in the Compound will give her, intent on finding recipes used during this actual era, since she suspects they'll be easier to manage on this stove than something out of a more modern cookbook. They're not as informative as newer volumes, though, so it's a big jumble of recipes and notes in her morning room, alongside all the scattered bits and pieces for the presents she's making, and instead of being messy, it all just feels cozy.

"I might try my hand at a Yorkshire pudding," she says. "Which is not actually a pudding, it's a kind of bread. How does roast beef sound?" They'll have to get the ingredients for the rest of it elsewhere, but she's got to think about breakfast, too, and they're low on bread.

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"Sounds good to me," Eduardo says with a slight nod, pretty sure there isn't actually anything he would have disagreed with, unless she were suddenly suggesting they make pork. It's all worth trying and worth trying to make, a welcome break in itself from the usual Island dishes served, no matter how good their cooks are. Thumb absently brushing the curve of her waist over her coat, he shrugs a moment later, a little less decisive a gesture but no less earnest. "If that's what you feel like making. And we'll have to get some things to go with that, right?"

This part of everything, he's fairly unaccustomed to dealing with himself, but that doesn't make him any less eager to catch on, or to offer assistance. Half the point of this - or at least the appeal, in his eyes - is that it's the two of them getting to take care of the house together, and he isn't so old-fashioned that he'd expect her to prepare all the meals just because she's a woman or some shit like that.

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"Some kind of side," Olive says, nodding. "Vegetables. Potatoes, maybe?" She's pretty sure that's the traditional assortment of side dishes, and she kind of loves the idea of making very British dishes in keeping with everything else, but they don't have to go with that. The really fantastic thing about all this is getting to mix it up, eat foods they don't get on the island, and make it themselves. The hardest thing will probably be the pudding, although she figures the bright side on that is that she actually has no idea what Yorkshire pudding is supposed to be like, so as long as it tastes good, it'll be a success.

"Okay, so we need a loaf of bread," she says, directed mostly to the shopkeeper. He's a lot easier to see when she addresses him, not a motion in the corner of her eye anymore, and she's finally getting used to that. "Oh, let's get some scones."