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[sugarsyrup]

Miz Deliverance is in the kitchen, and has apparently been there for quite some time. Most every available surface has something set on it to cool -- apple pie, scones with cream and jam, chocolate chip cookies, and other sweets -- and on the stove is a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup, nearly ready, and water heating for tea

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[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin walks into the kitchen with a soft smile, and immediately stops when he sees all the cooking that's been done, smile fading into surprise. It's been so long since he's seen anyone else doing more than just an occasional spree of baking that he's nearly forgotten it isn't actually his own private kitchen. He blushes softly, not sure what to do with himself now.

[sugarsyrup]

She sets the brownies on top of the stove to cool. "Hello. Would you like a cup of tea?"

[alcuin_delaunay]

"No, I..." He stops, blushing. He's uncomfortable being waited upon, it goes against his entire upbringing. "Yes, thank you. If it's no trouble."

[sugarsyrup]

"It isn't." Deliverance smiles, reassuring -- she doesn't mind, she enjoys looking after other people. She pours two cups of tea and hands him one, setting hers aside to cool while she checks on the soup. "There's cream and sugar on the table there, if you like."

[heartofbirds]

At this point, Linden could really, really use some warm fuzzies. Using his cane to support himself slightly (the bandaged wound in his stomach gives him some trouble, as one might imagine), he follows the smell down to the kitchen and before he knows it is inside, standing next to her, watching her hands with a quiet admiration.

[sugarsyrup]

"Hello," Deliverance says, setting the brownies aside to cool. "Tea?" But she's already pouring a cup.

[heartofbirds]

He smiles, a smile that's lightly touched with hope and relief. He's needed comfort for a long time. "Thank you very much."

[sugarsyrup]

"You're welcome. Do you take cream or sugar?"

[morvydd]

Morvydd turns up in the doorway, drawn as much by the other work Deliverance is doing as by the scent of baking, and stands watching for a minute, her young face thoughtful.

[sugarsyrup]

Deliverance, having set the brownies out of the way to cool, offers a plateful of cookies almost automatically. "Try one?" she asks, smiling.

[morvydd]

Morvydd hesitates a moment, then takes one, with a very slight smile in return. "I thank you."

[sugarsyrup]

"You're very welcome. Mind if I ask your name?"