Intermezzi Prima: First week in town is the roughest, right?

[ooeeooahah]

Well, maybe not a full week, but there were a lot of things to assimilate before breakfast that first day, and then it just got weirder the longer she was looking around. So of course Ilsa falls back on her comfort zone.

Comments

B

[inababanchou]

The milk here is safe.

[ Casually comments, walking by with a grocery basket of his own. It's filled with some vegetables and eggs. ]

Re: B

[ooeeooahah]

[ She raises an eyebrow at the delivery of the comment, and murmurs quietly, ] Thank you.

[ She proceeds to gather milk, cream and butter into her shopping cart. ]

[ After a moment's thought, she adds another pint of cream to her cart with a slight blush. ]

Re: B

[inababanchou]

...That is what you're concerned with, right?

[ Appears again just moments later. His shopping basket is nearly full with vegetables. ]

Re: B

[ooeeooahah]

Yes, thank you...

[ She adds another pound of butter to the cart, just to be sure. ]

A

[tenebrousking]

[This is Grimsley's first time in the library, and unlike Ilsa, he seems considerably confused by what he sees. Although there is no intended audience for his muttered comment, Ilsa is the only one standing nearby.]

Is it me, or is this collection woefully inadequate?

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa chuckles quietly ]

This is a very limited library. Be happy, they allow you to check out a wider variety of books than they allow women or children.

[tenebrousking]

No one needs a whole book on shaving, let alone several shelves. I'm slightly insulted.

[ooeeooahah]

Swagger takes prep.

[ She holds up Yet Another Friendly Housewife's Guide ]

You could be limited to this.

[velesdonnersen]

[There's a tap at the door -- the back door to the kitchen, where Ilsa is cooking. When she opens the door a scrubbed, abashed young man stands before her. He's brought a fistful of dandelions, because he can't find a florist and because he doesn't know that in Mayfield the pretty things are considered weeds.]

Hi. I just... I wanted to apologize for presuming. I exceeded the bounds the last time I was here. I promise, I will work not to overstep again.

[Oh, let's be honest. He loved kissing her cheek, and sort of hopes she'll let it happen again. But like Victorian Gentlemen everywhere he's trying hard to live the paradox of wanting romantic, sexual love while at the same time pretending he and his sweetie would never behave improperly.]

[He'll learn. Someday. With a lot of help and the occasional smack upside the head.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She smiles and shakes her head as she lets him in. ]

Presuming? Tch, hon - come on in.

[ She takes the dandelions and arranges them in a juice glass, putting them on the kitchen counter. ]

I have found a safe source for dairy products, and went a little crazy. Coffee?

[velesdonnersen]

[His eyes light with frantic hope.]

Cream? Is cream possible?

[Avoiding dairy has just plain hurt. No cream for his coffee, no milk for his (shudder) Fruit-loops, no cheese he felt sure he could trust...]

Yes, please, coffee, with cream and sugar...plenty of each. I had been drinking tea with lemon and sugar, or with a little strawberry jam stirred in, but coffee without cream isn't right.

Do you know if the cheese here can be eaten? I don't think that comes from the milk truck...

[He slides so happily into a kitchen chair. Coffee, cream, sugar. Sunshine and dandelions and Ilsa acting as though he didn't deserve a slap for last time. He knows Mayfield's got a lot wrong with it, but it's also got so many find surprises, like the joy of sitting in a kitchen drinking coffee with a new friend.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She puts a double-double in front of him, and chuckles. ]

So far, the only thing I have found out is the dairy products at the store are fine.

[ Small squeeze to his shoulder before she goes back to the stove. ]

I... went a little overboard when I found out. So I am making a crepe cake. [ She blushes. ] With ganache.