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[withoutablade]

[ Why yes, it is time for a kitchen post. Prince isn't really one to take advantage of all the modern facilities - some are convenient, it's true, but they're still suspicious in a way that he can't really put his finger on, and loud - but stopping in to get a fresh piece of fruit and a drink of water is always okay

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/can has kiss even though she is late to the planning? or not, CR is good too ~

[wishmadeinfire]

[Ashura was still not friends with the microwave, but he got along well enough with the stove and oven, and the fridge and freezer were his best friends ever (they held all the ice cream and other sugar delights). And he was in need of both sugar and something warm at the moment, having come in from the barn after caring for his dragon horse, so to the kitchen it was for hot chocolate and marshmallows!

He popped in in time to hear the Prince muttering to himself.]

Sometimes having the ordinary is what makes it paradise, is it not?

[He offers him a smile as he opens cabinets to get down mugs and marshmallows, and chocolate mix.]

[luckyvalentine]

[the nice thing about the holidays, is there is always something new and delicious to discover in the kitchen. Some of it is left there by the castle and ghosts, of course... but there always seems to be some residents leftovers tucked away somewhere. Sometimes it's food she can't begin to identify, let alone imagine. Its like edible gambling!

So, she slips her way into the kitchen to begin exploring. Peeking in cabinets, rummaging in the fridge, humming Christmas tunes to herself]

[withoutablade]

[ Well well, someone is looking sexyfine over there...and he's pretty sure it's not just him! Prince can't help but glance a little as he slips past to get to the fruit bowl, plucking out an orange. ]

Pardon me.

[luckyvalentine]

[she'd be disappointed if you didn't glance, stranger. She smirks to herself at that and moves on, giving him space and wandering down the counter a little ways. Someone left a covered plate of treats, meant to be a gift to someone judging by the bow on top. She's picking up a corner of the plastic and sneaking a cookie out. Yum.]

[withoutablade]

[ Some things are like eye magnets, alas. He doesn't know much of these ownership laws via pretty pink bows, so it doesn't seem too awful to him. Something about this one, though...maybe it's just the birds, but he's keeping an eye on her as he peels his orange. ]