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[no_emptynest]

For dinner Ruth went with something simple that had always been one of her family's favorites

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[gonewiththereap]

Daisy's back in the kitchen, always in the kitchen, but today she's accompanied by pen and paper as she scribbles her latest ideas for the next episode, so she might get a break. "Smells wonderful as always," she praises without even looking up.

[no_emptynest]

"Thank you, Miss Adair," Ruth answered, glancing pointedly over her shoulder at the young woman as she scrubbed a saucepan over the sink, "There is plenty, as always."

[gonewiththereap]

Daisy glances up at that and gives Ruth a charming little smile, all full of mischief and pleasure. "Well, now, you know I'll get some the second my stomach growls."

[no_emptynest]

"I'll save you a plate," she offered simply, allowing Daisy to continue with whatever it was she was working on so intently.

[travelingprince]

I had come to the compound to bathe, having become rather filthy in the process of working on my hut. But it was the smell from the kitchen that caused me to linger afterward. The scent of the food, while not D'Angeline in nature, was so tantalizing that it made my mouth water.

"This smells delicious," I said to the woman behind the counter, giving her my old charming Prince of Travellers bow. "You must be a goddess of the kitchen realm."

[no_emptynest]

"I think that might be a bit of an exaggeration," she said, glancing up at the man and offering him a smile as she busied herself with wiping down the counters.

[travelingprince]

"I don't think so," I said, helping myself to a little bit of everything. "I don't know what you call this, but it smells good enough that I believe even my mother would like it." It caused me a pang, as ever, to think of her, and even though so many years had passed since she died I missed her terribly. "She could make the most delicious food out of almost nothing at all."

[no_emptynest]

"It's called spaghetti," Ruth told him, watching him load his plate with a satisfied smile, "I work with what I can, but I doubt it will live up to your mother's cooking."

[wizard_errant]

Spaghetti is one of those things you can smell from what seems like miles away. Dairine first started smelling it while she was playing with her Sims, and kept on smelling it while she was reading The Number of the Beast, and finally her growling stomach was utterly determined not to be ignored and she pads into the kitchen.

"That smells good."

[no_emptynest]

Ruth was just finishing up the first round of dishes when she heard the voice, and if it sounded a little familiar, she didn't make any sort of acknowledgment.

"Help yourself. There's still plenty," she said over her shoulder, rinsing off the last dish and turning to greet the newcomer.

The dish slipped out of her hand before she could stop it, the sound of breaking china barely registering to her at all.

"Claire?"

[wizard_errant]

"Oh! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Dairine is not used to people dropping dishes when they look at her--which is not to say she's not used to dropping dishes herself, on occasion, or seeing Nita do it, but those are different. She hurries to pick up the broken pieces, looking up at Ruth. "Sorry? What?"

[no_emptynest]

Ruth blinked. And again. Then it was as though a switch had been flipped, and she was suddenly she's moving again, crouching down hastily to help the young woman pick up the shattered remains of one of their dinner plates.

"Be careful. The edges are sharp," she warned, finding it easier to focus on cleaning up than on the girl in front of her.

[smilelikesteel]

The smell of tomato sauce and garlic bread baking brought Jo to the kitchen, creeping quietly around the door. She'd missed a lot of mealtimes, still getting used to the way things worked on the island. She had to admit, though, the people here were pretty efficient. It was kind of comforting.

"Man, is it dinnertime already?" she said conversationally, lingering in the doorway. "I didn't even realize."