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- Posted: Wed, 28 Mar 2012 15:18:49 +0000
- She stared at the chef silently as she fixed Eric a reheated apple pie. Ah the aroma was quite delicious. She chuckled at the chef's greeting. No amount of gore is worse than leaving her with the redhead, aye? She made a mental note about it. But then again, "Reaaaaaally? You should have seen that little blonde sheep's face from earlier." She chuckled. "She had a lot of that when she visited our room." Then she grinned at Naomi and then Eric. Then her expression changed into a neutral one as she thought of the flavours Naomi had suggested. She turned to her sweet, darling little Luca. "What would you like to eat, my darling?" She stood silent for a moment, as if listening intently to the inanimate porcelain doll. Eventually, she started nodding. A smile slowly appeared on her face. "Of course, of course. We can have that." She replied to the doll cheerfully as she stroked his delicate head.
"We want you to make us some chocolate cake." She paused for a moment and looked at Luca. It seemed like the doll had spoken something. "My darling wants it with sprinkles. And icing and, and fruit. Lots and lots of it." She said and turned to her sweet little darling yet again. "Was that right, my darling?" She asked the doll. "That's good my dear." She said with a nod of approval. To others, she may seem weird and crazy. Talking to a doll as if it were alive and treating it far better than she treats others. But oh well, what can people do? She loves the doll with so much.
"Now make us cake. And make a lot. We want a lot. Darling says I need to put on a bit of weight. So make us a lot and make it extra extra sweet~" She said as she started stroking 'her darling's' hair. Then her second cousin started talking about some 'cobbler' thingy. A huge question mark appeared in her head. "What is this cobbler thingy you speak of?" She asked turning to Eric. "Tell us. What is it?" Well, she'd obviously asked a stupid question. Perhaps that thingy may have been served to them over the past two years but she never really asked what they were feeding her. What was important is it tasted good and that her little darling was happy with it. Not that he ever touched his food or anything.
Crystaline paused again and nodded at her darling Luca. Slowly, she unclasped his 'seatbelt', took him off her shoulder and very gently put him on the kitchen counter in a sitting position. Slowly adjusting his ball joints so he looked rather comfortable on the counter top. Letting him sit there also gave a clear view of his outfit which was perfectly identical to hers. Matter of fact, the only different between Cry and Luca was that Luca had much shorter and more masculine styled hair. She smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes as well as hers and then gave his head a light pat.