knightsoflegend | CLOSED ♔ CHOCOLATE CAKE

probably not.

Come to the kitchen. I have something for you.

Edited 2012-02-19 02:02 (UTC)

what is it?

it's no big deal really. i'm the only one here. i just wanted it to be a surprise. please?

fine. on my way.

[For once she doesn't care if he sounds cranky. He'll be better once he sees what she made for him. She snaps her phone shut and puts it in her pocket.

She had finished the cake long before she sent the text, as she wasn't sure how long it would take for him to actually come to the kitchen. Now she was just waiting, both pleased with her finished project, and a little hesitant. She tried to remind herself that it was just a cake and she had no reason to be nervous.

Baking was a new hobby of hers and she had kept it hidden, afraid of being terrible at it. She was more confident in her skill now, though, and she had made this cake specifically for him. And it had turned out amazingly well (with a nat 20 baking check). She has this unhealthy need to make him proud.

So she brushes off her apron as she leans against the counter, the cake pedestal strategically placed behind her, just barely in sight from the doorway.]

[He doesn't take long to arrive, really, because the curiosity would kill him otherwise. When he appears, he pauses in the doorway, glancing around and craning his neck to see what's behind her.]

... What's all this then?

[She seems a little surprised by his sudden entry -- she didn't expect him to be that curious. Then again, she doesn't really try to surprise him much, so it might be understandable.] I... made you something. [Her hesitation is quickly replaced by a smile. She steps aside to reveal the cake.] I didn't really know how else to give you a cake, besides to have you come to the kitchen.

[His eyes widen the tiniest bit, and he looks a little surprised and pleased, but then tries to temper that and looks back at her] You made me a cake.

Yeah. [She's quite happy with his response and has to concentrate on composing herself. It would be suspicious for her to be smiling like a fool over a cake, after all. After a couple seconds she manages to reel it in enough to elaborate.] I've been... baking. For a while now. A new hobby I picked up. And I just... felt like making you something. [She shrugs, smiling quite a bit, regardless of her attempts at self-control.]

[She goes over to the cake as she describes it.] I think it turned out quite well. I obviously haven't tried it yet, but it looks alright.

[And she turns back to Christos, looking a little hesitant again.]

Edited 2012-02-20 02:41 (UTC)

[He obviously doesn't know... what to say, but realizes he is supposed to say something. And examines the cake with a critical eye for a moment] Well, I'd say it, er...

looks like a job well done, certainly.

[Her first reaction is a beaming smile, which she quickly realizes would be a five-year-old child's reaction to a statement like that. And the awkwardness of the situation finally breaks her, but in a good way. She shakes her head, releasing most of the ridiculous tensity she's put around this stupid cake. And she laughs, not boisterously (it is her, after all), but a real laugh nonetheless.]

Thank you. [She says, still sounding quite amused. Until she realizes he might think she's laughing at him. And her instinct kicks in ~~(so she can't be held responsible for what she's about to do)~~ as her head snaps back in his direction. And her first thought is to just distract him before he can react to her laughing (with a charm check of a 39). She turns her amused smile into much sexier one as she looks him over for any signs of distress. She meets his eyes.] Perhaps now would be a good time for me to actually let you take what's rightfully yours. [And of course she was referring to the cake that she made for him. But it doesn't come across quite like that.]

Edited 2012-02-20 03:58 (UTC)

[He really did think she was laughing at him and was about to get all line-facey indignant when she tosses him that smile and comment and his brain disengages, because WHAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

He stares at her, uncomprehending, and his mouth opens to respond but nothing comes out. Until finally he manages to at least repeat the words she just said, as if to confirm that she meant them.] What's rightfully ...

[And then his eyes slide over the counter and stick there. And he puts two and two together rapidly.] Ah. Yes.

Of course. [Of course :| ] Let's have a slice, then.

[Her smile eases up a bit and she nods in agreement, turning her back to him grab the appropriate dishes for eating cake. She has to reach high for plates, but she manages. She doesn't really say much unless he does.

She cuts and serves the cake with ease, turning back to him to hand him his piece.] I hope you like it. [She's still smiling because she just likes being with him so much. She simply holds her plate, leaning her back against the counter, and waits for him to try his piece of NAT 20 cake first.]

[He looks at the plate for a moment, as if waiting for her to add on some condition to his getting free cake. But then he reaches to take it and moves to the table to pull back a chair]

What possessed you to start making cakes?

Well, [She pushes herself away from the counter to join him at the table] I was just trying to find some way to pass the time. I don't really remember how I decided on baking, but I do like it. Quite a bit, actually. It keeps my hands busy, but gives me time to think.

[She sits across from him, crosses her legs, and picks up her fork.] I was hesitant to tell anyone I had taken it up until I had time to practice. Make sure I was competent at it. You're the first person I've shared with. Naturally. [She gives him a smile and waits for him to try his piece before she takes a bite of hers.]

Well, it's difficult to imagine you taking Wynn a piece. [Still, he stops being snarky long enough to take a forkful and actually try it. He gives it consideration, tilting his head back and forth] ... Not bad.

[She watches his reaction closely. She supposes that's a decent review, especially coming from him. She tries some herself -- and it's delicious. So good, she immediately takes another bite before looking back up at him with a smirk.] I'm glad it wasn't a disappointment after all that build-up.

I would hardly call that a lot of build-up.

[Her smile widens a bit as she shakes her head, taking another bite.] Katniss asked me if I'd be willing to show her how to use a crossbow.

Did she? [He looks up in evident surprise, fork pausing over the cake. And then pretends like he wasn't surprised at all] Good to know she's diving right in.

[She nods absently, trying to think of how to word what she wants to say next.] You're very good with her. You know how to talk to her. How to make her understand. [She smiles a little, looking down. Her brow furrows, like she's thinking really hard about something.]

[His brow furrows at that, and he looks down at the cake, as if he's not sure how to take the remark] Do you think so?

[She looks back up at him when he speaks, examining his face for just a moment. She surprised by his question -- for many reasons.]

Yes. [Her reply is simple, but there's an unyielding certainty behind it, her voice strong.] She seems scared, but the things she's frightened of are not fears most would understand. You make her feel safe. [She smiles to herself and mumbles:] You're good at that. [And then quickly picks her voice back up to cover it.] It seems as if you can sympathize with her insecurities, and that comforts her because it lacks the pity most would show. [She's trying to pry, sure, but mostly she's attempting to reassure him of his greatest strengths. Squiring can make you doubt yourself more than any other situation in the Knighthood.]

[He meets her eyes for a few sparse seconds, and there's definitely a hint of something guarded in them, though it's clear the words mean something to him. And then he looks away again and takes a forkful of cake]

The girl was strong enough and smart enough to outwit the London police force for that long. Pity is the last thing she deserves.

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