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 Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:24 am
Calder was making a very special dinner, and it had to be perfect. It was just stressful that he didn't know what else to give, but a dinner together on his boilfriend's birthday was a must!
So, gathering ingredients from the woods, catching a few things from the river, and braving downtown, Calder placed jars and several containers on the table of one of the common rooms in the monster dorms and set about boiling some water. Fester was supervising, perched on the counter, and Lone Ra, his Death Charger, was sleeping in the corner.
Putting no a plaid, frilled apron, Calder set to work.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:41 pm
Herryk was in the monster dorms for no real reason in particular -- Calder lived here and so did Zurine, and both were friends that he would not mind bumping into if they were milling around the common area of the dorm. Honestly, he'd been contemplating stopping by Calder's dorm (despite having no idea where the boil lived) to inquire more about cooking. He was planning something big, and he wanted everything to be perfect.
Cooking Freya a meal would be a good place to start.
Peering into the common rooms as he passed, Herryk backpedaled when he caught sight of a familiar boil.
"Calder," Herryk called out, beaming at the kelpie. "Herryk was hoping to find his friend here." Stopping near the countertop, Herryk peered at the apron that Calder was wearing. "What is Calder doing?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:26 am
Calder turned about, tightening the bow of his apron on his back and smiled at he saw Herryk standing in the doorway. Since all the doors were made to be very large, the undead actually looked normal if not small in the door frame. Then again, everything in the monster dorm kitchen was massive. The table left him plenty of room to spread out all his ingredients and still have room to sit 6 people.
"I'm going to cook something for Barth. What are you doing here?" He wondered if the boil was busy.
Calder reached into the baskets he brought and started to set vegetables into the sink to be washed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 9:14 am
Herryk tapped a finger on the counter top as he watched Calder tie the apron around his waist. Herryk added that particular requirement to his laundry list of things to purchase. "Calder is cooking for Barth?" That was pretty nice of Calder as far as Herryk was concerned. Knowing Barth, it was likely that the demon didn't cook for himself.
"Well, Herryk is here to talk to Calder about cooking. Herryk wants to prepare a meal for Freya, but Herryk does not know how to cook at all." He wasn't even sure where to begin. He'd never stepped foot in a kitchen before.
Ever.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 9:21 am
Calder smiled, grinning in a knowing way. It was clear as day that those two were together, and he thought it adorable that to see first years in love. He only wished he had already hooked up with Barth sooner. "Oh, that is so sweet of you. I'd be happy to help you with any cooking. I know that with the undead, ya'll don't like fire. Don't worry. This guy here is just heated coils. No fire. I think that they don't like us monsters getting too excited in the kitchen." To which he pointed up to the ceiling where burn marks and something that was baked on was still stuck.
"So, what sorta foods does Freya like? Did you already have any dishes in mind?" He wondered how soon he wanted to fix her something.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 9:47 am
Dishes planned? Herryk looked a little helpless and kind of just shrugged as he watched Calder move comfortably around the kitchen.
"Freya likes to eat everything," he said a little bluntly before he proceeded to look more than a little horrified that those words had come out of his mouth. "Herryk is not saying that Freya eats too much -- Freya is just not ah... not picky about food." He looked mortified.
"Herryk... does not eat, so he does not know how food should taste. Herryk knows nothing about food but he is willing to learn." That should count for something, right?
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 1:48 pm
"Hah. Yeah. It's why Christof doesn't feed Barth. He doesn't eat, but it's sweet you still want to cook for her. Well...." He looked around. "I have plenty. If she's not picky, how about we make our special someone's the same dish. A romantic collaboration of sweethearts." He beamed at his own sappy nature, and then clip-clopped over to a cabniet to pull out an apron, handing it to Herryk. "They keep spares and this one is big for monsters. Put it on. No real cook can be taken seirously without an apron." Calder turned about to help him with the bow.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 2:57 pm
Herryk made the mental note to watch very carefully. Maybe he could ask Calder to give him recipes so that Herryk could mimic the meal again in the future. When Calder handed him the apron, Herryk carefully pulled the top loop over his head before holding out the long apron strings helplessly.
"Calder is so nice," Herryk sounded relieved. "Herryk wants to have a special night with Freya in the future and it is important to make sure everything is perfect." He beamed as the kelpie tied his apronstrings for him, smoothing the front of the thing down his chest.
"What is Calder making? And.. sweethearts?" Herryk brightened. "Is Calder now Barth's ghoulfriend?" The thought obviously pleased Herryk.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 3:20 pm
"Well, if you want to make her something later, I can write some things down for you. Even if you don't eat or can't taste it, it should come out alright. My Ma and Pa taught me how to cook since I had to help all the time. Don't pull your weight and you don't eat." He wagged a finger as he repated the simple fact his mother would tell him. If he wanted anything for supper, he'd have to help with making it a possibility. Everyone did their share.
"And if you need any help with your date, just tell me. I'm sssoooorrrttt of an expert at it." Calder puffed a bit, already having one planned date wtih Mal and Riley under his belt and feeling rather full of pride about it. If he could help those two, nothing was a challenge.
At the last comment, Calder flustered. "I am NOT a ghoul." He huffed, wagging a finger at Herryk. "If anything, Barth would be MY ghoulfriend....but well, he's very much all stallion." With all his lank features, beard, and curlved horns. He sighed a bit thinking about him. "Nope. He's my boilfriend and I'm his." Ghoulfriend. Hmph!
Calder flicked his tail as he moved over to the vegtables and rinsing them, brought them over to a large cutting board. "So you haven't cooked at all before? I guess we can go through the basics and that way you can cook without worry in the future. That and you can always call me." He set the vegtables on the board and brought out another. "We can chop things. This is simple after all. I have some snakes and frogs to cook, and we're going to cook it with chunks of vetables in a thick broth. I also have some bread I wanna bake." He pointed at the knife. "Pick up that and cut that all in slices like this." Calder took a knife and demonstrated by cutting them bit by bit. "Leave off the ends. I'll eat those. Then just dump them in this pot. No rush either. So take your time. I'm going to cut with you." He took his own vegtables and started chopping.
"So....you and Freya. How long have you been together?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 6:48 pm
Looking properly reprimanded, Herryk mumbled a quick apology before clearing his throat. "Herryk would appreciate any help that Calder could offer. Herryk has never dated a ghoul before, and Freya is his first. And last." He seemed very certain of this, his words spoken in a tone that would brook no disagreement. It was just how it would be forever. Especially after that wonderful wedding weekend that had been a little rough at times -- but it didn't matter. Things had ended on a pretty positive note.
Herryk swooned just thinking about it, really.
"Herryk has never cooked, not ever." He knew that some undead liked to eat just because it made them feel more normal or whatever, but Herryk had never had much of a desire to put food in his mouth. In fact, the last time he had was when he'd eaten lobster with ---
Oh, look. Vegetables to cut. Herryk warily picked up a knife, clumsily hacking at the vegetables that Calder had set before him.
"Herryk and Freya started dating after the last field trip, or a little before the field trip ended." Herryk shrugged. Specifics. "How long have Barth and Calder been together?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 7:14 pm
"Well, I never dated a ghoul either, but I like to think we all know what we want. I had done plenty of reading up on it and have had a few flings myself." He smiled, willing himself to be proud of it, but frowned a bit. He started to aggressively cut the vegetables, slamming his knife down hard. "And I can tell you, I know what horrible things that they would never want done to them. Watch yourself. You have the power to break that ghouls heart in pieces and leave her locked up in her room crying and eating her favorite snacks while the entire world crumbles around him." He pointed his knife at Herryk to warn him. "Be gentle with her."
He turned about and went back to chopping the vegetables in a less murderous fashion. "But making her a dinner is a very sweet gesture. I also like your conviction to her, but to her her one and only, you better prepare to protect her and keep all those other boils off her. Might not be one to chase after such things, but even I can tell a pretty looking mare when I see one." He dumped a green and purple spotted roots into the pot.
"As for me and Barth, we just started dating. I really didn't even know he liked me until we were trapped in those cages, but it seems he did. I was so happy when he told me. Just between you and me, but I've been trying to catch his eye since the beginning of the field trip, but that whole mess kinda got in the way. " He went back to chopping vegetables.
"When did you come out and tell her? How did you two meet? Please, leave out no details."
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 7:30 pm
Herryk looked horrified at the thought of making Freya cry. Utterly horrified. He'd never do such a thing on purpose, and in fact, he was trying very hard to do things that would make his ghoulfriend happy!
"Herryk wrote Freya a poem and bought her some stuffed owls and -- and he would never do anything to hurt Freya!" Herryk turned his attention very abruptly to the vegetables and began chopping them quite studiously. To bits. Probably a little too vigorously, but really, now he was thinking about Freya locked into her room eating jerky and sobbing into her pillow.
It was an awful thought.
"Herryk and Freya met at the Terror Warrior. Herryk beat Freya at an arm-wrestling?" He wasn't sure why it was called that. "And then Herryk said that Freya could not cry when she lost and she did not and anyways Herryk took Freya out to lunch for lobsters and .. and .." The draugr cleared his throat.
"Does Calder know much about the sex and intimates?" Herryk gave a very heartfelt sigh before continuing. "It almost happened until little sister Hel came into the room and since then Herryk has been thinking about how he does not want to rush things. It is hard to do," he admitted. "Freya is very passionate and Herryk thinks she is very lovely and then Herryk made a promise that he would do anything for Freya and she wanted that but Herryk changed his mind and now Herryk is just trying to.. do things right?" Yeah, that was a question.
It was pretty obvious that Herryk had no idea what he was doing.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 7:46 pm
Calder listened and got very, very, confused. What did the sex and the intimates have to do with LOBSTERS! Was he...missing some vital information. His mother never told him about lobsters. He never even read anything about that and lobsters. The most he read about was a few weird stories about octopuses and a frisky eel, but lobsters?!! "Uh, I would think you would have to be careful around...doing that around lobsters. You know..." He took his knife and cut off an end to a carrot before holding it up to illustrate his point.
He set the vegetable down and slowly started to work on cutting the vegetable, but was growing pink in the face. To think that these first years were already THIS far. He was jealous, and wondered if he was going too slow. At the question, he only let out a nervous laugh.
"A-Of course I know about That. Look at me. I'm a grown stallion. I've been around the river bend a few times myself." Oh geez. Oh geez. He was still thinking about what lobsters had to do about this.
"You..You're doing the right thing." He set his hand on the boil's shoulder but as tall as he was, he only managed to touch his upper arm. "You can't rush these things. You got to work it up. Take her out. Date. Cement those feelings so that the ending of your story is just as rewarding." That's how all his reign-rippers worked, and that's exactly what he was going to use to fake his experience level here. He was the older boil here. He had to live up to that status.
"You have all school year. Freya might say she wants it, but maybe she's rushing into it without thinking, and if you don't want to rush things, then it's only good to wait. You're heart has to be really, REALLY sure of it. Yes. You should wait till it's right. Like...a year. Yeah. That's good." At least till he got that far with Barth. Damnit! Why were first years advancing further than him??!!
Oh geez. He needed a glass of water. Calder turned to fetch himself a glass and fan his face off a bit.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:05 pm
"A year?" Herryk sounded so, so mournful. How could he wait a year? Just ... just trying to keep Freya satisfied with the promise that intimates would happen soon was proving to be more difficult than Herryk could manage, but a whole year? Herryk sighed. "Herryk does not know if Freya can wait. Herryk does not know if Herryk can wait." He continued chopping up the vegetables until they had started to turn into a sort of paste.
"What was Calder's first time like? Herryk is very nervous. Freya told Herryk that she loved him, Calder, and Herryk loves Freya." He shook his head. "Even if Herryk waits a year, Herryk wants to make sure the first time is very special. Herryk wants to cook Freya a dinner and feed her bites of food and ... then maybe Herryk will dance and let Freya play with his foxfires. Or does Calder think that Herryk should take Freya to a nice place? Herryk does not know what to do."
He shook his head.
"Sometimes Herryk thinks that he is moving too fast with Freya, but then Herryk starts thinking about 'why waste time' -- does this make sense? Herryk feels so foolish worrying about these things."
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:32 pm
Calder sighed as he hovered by the sink, drinking his water and turning with his glass. "Well, I suppose if you are both in love..." Damn. Double Damn with flooding riverbanks! "..then you will just ...make sure to do it when it feels right." He couldn't step in between real love and as all his books had told him, after the main characters confessed their love, fading to black was usually on the next page.
He was caught in his own lie, and tapped his fingers on the glass. "Well, my first time.." Hadn't yet happened. ".....well, I can't really tell you in words. It's hard to express." In that he couldn't tell him as it never happened. "You can't really compare mine to yours in the end. It will be special and unique to you. It's okay if it's nervous. In fact, it still makes me nervous." He laughed nervously, feeling guilty as he set his glass down and took out a few eels to cup up, passing one to Herryk before he made his vegetables into a mash. "Put those in the pot and cut this eels for me. I'm going to work on the snakes." He pulled out a few slender snakes and set them on the board. They were already dead.
"Well, if you think you are going to fast, then slow down. You don't want it to by too quickly. The world isn't ending anytime soon." Then again, with recent events, he worried. He had felt he would loose Barth forever back in that cage. Was he taking it too slow?
"It's not foolish to worry about these things. It's very important to you. She's very important to you. Of course you're going to be worried. It just means you love her. She probably is just as nervous." He cut the snakes up slowly. "...even I get worried. Barth....he ...he's older than me and he is used to taking things slow. I don't want to rush, but I don't know if he's expecting more." They hadn't talked much about their relationship, but it was still new.
He smiled still. "I just want to make him happy." He just wanted Barth to still want to call him his boilfriend.
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