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[of_arabia]

[The seal has been set in the window of the Gilded Castle's kitchen, showing the entire scene. The kitchen is large, and slightly more modern than the rest of the house, tiled floors and steel fixtures, a large table where a number of servants should have working busily, but it's just Arabia

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[uponhiseye]

[Oh. That... looks delicious. But he could just be talking to his fellow housemates -- right?]

You don't mind?

[uponhiseye]

[Arched eyebrows and bright wide eyes stare at Arabia as he takes the groceries, hoping that he won't shoot another one of those sharp looks at him. The sort-of approval earns pressed lips in a smile of sorts.]

I hope I didn't forget anything.

[of_arabia]

I doesn't matter.

[He answers absentmindedly, cutting the green stalks off, slitting the leek buds, rinsing out the dirt before he dices them quickly and efficiently.]

I could still send the dogs.

[uponhiseye]

[Milen watches, nothing less than fascinated. Not even Tom could do that so well, he thinks.

He looks back up at Arabia.]

The dogs?

[of_arabia]

[The leeks go into a big pot that already has some carrots and celery in it.]

Bambi and Tinkerbell.

[He moves on to an onion, treating it just as quickly as everything else.]

I'm sure they'll appear eventually.

[uponhiseye]

Oh, right. Okay. [He likes dogs. Being the emotionally transparent thing he is, he can't help but grin. Milen wants to cross his arms and lean back against something, but only does the former. He feels that being too comfortable would be disrespectful to his host.

Awkward silence follows, until...]

What're you cooking?

[of_arabia]

[Onion goes into the big pot.]

This will be a soup in two hour's time.

[The vegetables will need a little time to cook. He puts a little butter in amongst them and closes the lid over them.]

There's bread in the oven, and I'll think of something to do with the eggs.

[uponhiseye]

[a quick nod, even if Arabia isn't looking.]

I don't think I could do it all on my own.

[of_arabia]

[He's not really paying attention, if he were, he would put more effort into being sour with Milen. but that had been the point of cooking up such an enormous feast, to keep himself busy rather than just sitting and staring at his broken piano.]

Somehow, I doubt you've done much cooking at all.

[uponhiseye]

You're right. [He almost looks surprised Arabia guessed.] I'd like to learn, though.

[Silence. And he realizes what he said.]

--not that I'm asking you.

[of_arabia]

[He glances at Milen, bemused.]

I'm sure there is someone in the city who could teach you, if not me.

[uponhiseye]

[Oh.]

You would do that?

[of_arabia]

Hm.

[That is a good question. He lifts the lid on the pot, stirs the vegetables around inside. He takes some fresh stock from another pot on the stovetop, adding it in bit by by.]

I suppose so.

[uponhiseye]

[Meanwhile, Milen focuses some of his attention on a spoon, namely on the ornaments that swirl and complement the handle. He picks it up to take a closer look, then turns his head back to Arabia.]

That'd be really cool. [A little lopsided grin forms.] Thanks.

-continues not to acknowledge milen as a person.-

[of_arabia]

[Pfft. Don't cheer him up, you stupid thing.]

I suppose we'll save that for another day. You could eat something rather than loitering.

ONE DAY........or never

[uponhiseye]

[He gets a stupid and grateful grin in return.] I think I will.

[He still hesitates a bit when his eyes give the basket of fresh bread a good look, slowly moving past Arabia (don't want to bump into or distract him) to grab a bun. He speaks right before taking a bite.]

So, what else have you been up to?