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 Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2024 11:52 pm
   "It is not the roaring thunder that smites, but the silent lightning."With her classes taking up much of her day, and her friendship to her Princess taking up most of her night, it was a rare moment for Izzie to find herself free of responsibilities. She knew she should spend it responsibly. Perhaps doing classwork or trying to better her standing in the world. But what she wanted, more than anything else, was to bake. To dig her fingers into dough. To frost and glaze and mix. To simply turn her mind off and go through the relaxing motions of creating delicious and delicate concoctions. So, she dressed for the mess she knew she would be creating and headed off to the kitchens in search of what she would need for her favorite of hobbies.
It didn't take her long to find her way, having mapped out the best route on her first day. She had made it a point to introduce herself to the staff. To let them know that she would be around far more than most of her peers. At first, she had been told no. That this wasn't the place for someone with a title. Of course, that had only fueled the fire within her to get what she wanted. Had they just stated it wouldn't be safe, or that it simply wasn't allowed, she'd have backed off. The last thing she wanted was to get someone, or herself, into trouble. Using her status in the world against her, however. Well, that was just asking for her to dig in her heels and fight. Just because she had been born into the role she now served under, didn't mean she wasn't just like everyone else. And she deserved to be treated as such, or so she had told herself anyway.
After a few more attempts, and some well placed bribes in the form of apple crumble muffins, she had won over the chef and cooks. She now had mostly free rein and she used it as much as she possibly could. Here, she could simply be Izzie. She wasn't forced to where her gowns or keep a composed face. She could be covered in flour with her fiery curls damp and stuck to her forehead. She could spend hours decorating cakes and putting the final touches on her infamous cherry tarts. The baking world was her oyster, and heaven help her if she didn't love every single moment of it.
On this particular afternoon, she rolled up the sleeves of her peach colored blouse and covered her simple tan slacks with her apron. Scarlet curls were pulled back into a high ponytail as she moved, her mind racing with what she could accomplish with the time she had. Her cupcakes for the next book club were cooling on the rack, and she did have some left over chocolate from the cookies she'd made earlier in the week. As ideas began to form, an excited smile curled over her lips. She clapped her hands together and turned away from her finished creations and grabbed a nearby mixer.
"Cheesecake brownie bites. Simple, sweet, and divine." Pleased with her decision, she hummed softly to herself as she measured out her dry ingredients. The staff continued their tasks around her as she worked, not bothering her while she was lost in the moment. They had already offered their services, should she need them, and knew better than to get in her way. Izzie was in her element here and nothing short of a shock to the system would pull her from it. Or so she thought. Location: Academy kitchen Company: Kitchen staff. Thoughts: ‘I wonder if I should do blondies next...'
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2024 11:39 am
 Pascha was finally finishing up the last of a pile of tedious assignments when a thought he had suppressed pushed its way to the forefront. He was getting pretty hungry. He had already eaten a few hours ago, but he had been so busy since then and now his stomach wanted words with him. He could just ignore it maybe and focus on starting a new project… But maybe a little snack wouldn’t hurt. Maybe the kitchen staff would have something tasty cooling somewhere in reach. He hoped so; he didn’t really like cooking for himself. He could do it, it was just a matter of understanding and applying the principles, but he didn’t get the same enjoyment out of assembling the perfect pizza that he got out of reassembling his watch, even after having done so at least half a dozen times this week. Once Pasha had put away all of his papers and put away his books, he went into the bathroom to wash his hands thoroughly. They weren’t too messy from just doing homework, but he still made a habit of washing his hands well before heading off to the kitchen. Good habits kept him from accidentally shoving engine grease into his mouth. Then he considered whether he really needed pants before deciding it was probably a good idea. He quickly pulled on a pair of worn old blue jeans with his oversized blue smiley face hoodie and shoved his feet into his beat up sneakers before heading out of his room. Pascha walked as quickly as he could through the halls as he could without breaking into a run, a smile on his lips as he thought about what he might like to eat. Pizza would be the best, of course, but what else might he like? Donuts were pretty tasty. Or cake! But there probably wouldn’t be a cake; it wasn’t anyone’s birthday. Oh, maybe he could find some pasta. Ice cream would be good, but not very filling. Oh… something smelled good. Pascha reached the kitchen with a flutter of excitement, but was a little surprised to see someone he was pretty sure was not a member of the staff. She was pretty with red hair and her fingers deep in her baking ingredients. Pascha passively noted which ingredients she was using though they did not mean anything to him yet. What was she making? Pascha meandered toward her, curiosity moving his feet. But he stopped short to just watch from a small distance away.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2024 8:49 pm
   Painting was, in fact, easier ever since she had taken Alex's advice and started wearing his old shirts to paint in. She'd sent out to get some skirts and accessories to go with the shirts he'd given her, thankful that she could fit them over the overzealous balloons that were permanently affixed to her chest. Now that she wasn't trapped in a petty coat and about eight layers of frills it was easier to get in close to the canvas and hyper focus on the minute details. The only problem with that is that she'd absently stuck the bristles of her paint brush into her mouth about three times today and, fun fact, oil paint actually tasted gross.
Now that she was done for the day that meant it was time to get a little snickity snack to wash the bad taste out of her mouth. The idea put a little hop in her step as she put away her canvas and supplies. That same hop stayed in her step as she practically skipped her way to the kitchens. As she entered the kitchens Snack Buddy, or S.B. for short, was standing there watching something. That was a little weird, usually he was looking for a snack too. But the smell of chocolate had her following his gaze to find a red haired girl baking. Wow she was pretty. And so talented. Mixing and measuring and whipping and sifting seemed to come naturally to her long, graceful fingers. It was mesmerizing to watch, something S.B. seemed to agree on.
'She looks young.' Ivy couldn't help but think as her favorite granny - Petra - offered her a cup of water. Taking the cup, she leaned up against the island staring at the other girl's hands as they worked deftly. It was mid drink that it occurred to her that the red head was someone she had seen in class. They had never gotten the chance to be introduced, but that was definitely a classmate. Her eyes flicked over to S.B. who didn't seem phased by this knowledge. If he knew. He probably knew right? Someone that cute had to be smart. That was just science. Maybe he was just less easily impressed than she was. Swallowing the water that was left in her mouth, she let her lips fall open into a small "o" as everything registered. "You're a student." She murmured to get herself on the same page, just loud enough that everyone could hear.
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2024 11:19 pm
"It is not the roaring thunder that smites, but the silent lightning." Lost within her thoughts, her body moved with an ease she had perfected over the years. Here, within her little world, she could be as close to her true self as possible. It allowed her to almost float around the kitchen as she whisked and measured. She was so within her element that she practically danced around the rest of the staff, smiling at the few that smiled first as she passed by them. A soft hum followed every move she made, her personal playlist echoing in her head as she prepped. It wasn’t until the feeling of eyes on her registered that she faltered, her concentration breaking and her body stilling.
"You're a student." The words rang like a shot in her head, snapping her head up to look at the pair watching her. Heat immediately flooded her face, tinting her features nearly the same shade as her hair. Oh gods, had they been there long?! Had they watched her dance around like a fool?! Were they going to tell Gwen?! The idea of her haven being stolen away, used against her, broke her head and had her biting her lower lip to keep from begging them to keep her secret. She had to force the words down and her hands to keep moving, not wanting to waste the food she’d already started making.
”Um, yes, I am. And you are…” She paused, looking from the voluptuous woman to the adorable looking man. She recognized the latter, having seen him in class a few times. The ebony haired knockout, well, she knew exactly who she was. ”Ivy, right? Hard to forget you, if you don’t mind my saying.” The blush on her features deepened at her declaration, her hands lifting from the dough to carry the bowl over to the sheet pan waiting for her. Her movements put her closer to the blonde, her bright eyes looking him over as a shy smile curled over her lips.
”I’m sorry, I don’t know your name yet.” As she spoke, she began to measure out the wet ingredients she’d need to incorporate before portioning out her brownies. Her eyes shifted to Ivy, motioning for the girl to join them at the new table before returning her attention back to the unknown male.
”I’m Izzie, by the way. It’s nice to meet you. Both of you.” She had to force herself to keep calm, to remain as if none of this was freaking her out. So long as she kept her mask in place, maybe she could get away with them not realizing how important it was for her escapades in the kitchen to remain a secret. Location: Academy kitchen Company: Kitchen staff - Ivy and cutie boy. Thoughts: ‘Oh gods…I think I’m having a heart attack...'
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2024 2:15 pm
Pascha was briefly distracted by the arrival of his snack buddy and he smiled brightly at her with a little wave. He really liked his snack buddy; she had a real appetite and it was fun to pig out with someone who could enjoy her food as much as he enjoyed his. She had never once judged him for eating an entire pizza or half a tub of ice cream in one sitting. Plus, she was really pretty but in a way he wasn’t used to! She wore a lot of dark clothing and makeup that he wouldn’t have thought would look good on anybody, but she was so pretty in it. It was kind of hard to look at her sometimes, though on account of… well, she was… so well endowed. He definitely didn’t want to be rude and look at her inappropriately, but that sure meant he had to look right at her face all of the time if he was going to look at her at all. Snack Buddy announced that the baker that had caught both of their attention was a student and Pascha just nodded. That had seemed self-evident to him, but it was the least interesting thing about the pretty redhead. He was much more curious about what she was baking! And also whether he might be allowed to try it. But if not, there were some cupcakes cooling that smelled really tasty! Oh. Darn; talking had snapped the redhead’s concentration. Pascha had been afraid of that and had not been willing to say anything, even to greet his Snack Buddy. Oh, well… it couldn’t be helped now. And it made sense to let Ms. Baker know they were there instead of just staring at her. He was being rude again, wasn’t he? He never meant to be, but the rules for polite behavior just didn’t stick in his head the way schematics did. He did know that it would be polite to introduce himself, especially after the redhead admitted that she did not know his name yet. He smiled brightly as he looked up from his fellow student’s hands again to meet her eyes instead. ”My name is Pascha; it’s nice to meet you! I was just looking for a snack, but meeting someone new just makes that even better. And my snack buddy… I mean, Ivy is here, too. This is the best snack break! Oh, can I ask what you’re making? It smells really yummy.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2024 9:37 pm
Oh. Um. Oops. Apparently saying something had been a bad idea and it had startled the redhead right out of her baking. Ivy didn't even know that was possible. Wait. Yeah maybe she did. It was probably like how Alex had startled her out of painting a few days ago. Oh no. That had been scary. And then really hot. Like super really hot. Had... Had she just scared this girl with hotness too?
Any concern that had been brewing behind her pale eyes melted as the girl said her name. "You know me?" Her voice was quiet, almost inaudible as she looked at the other woman in awe. Unfortunately, she also didn't know SB's name. But unlike Ivy who still hadn't plucked up the courage to ask, this girl - who had introduced herself as Izzie - was brace enough to ask him for his name. Not only could she bake, she could ask for names too? Izzie was so cool. And pretty. And ladylike. And perfect.
Snack Buddy even answered her! Apparently his name was Pascha, not That Guy I See In The Kitchen Sometimes Who Can Eat Like Seven Brownies Without Getting Sick. Even if that was a very impressive feat that she was insanely jealous of. It was nice to know his actual name. Maybe that meant they were really actually friends and she could talk to the super cute blonde guy during classes too. Oh gods this might be the very best day of her life ever.
No. Very second best day of her life ever. It would be rude to Alex if the day he'd scared the daylights out of her and then let her put her grubby little mitts all over his abs under this one. Making friends was neat, but touching abs was decidedly better.
Pascha's question snapped Ivy out of her head, now more interested in hearing the answer that Izzie would give. Then an idea popped into her head. A lovely, wonderful idea. She gave a sideway glace to her snack buddy, metaphorically joining hands in solidarity as she let her question tumble out of her mouth. "Do you think we could try it when you're done?" It didn't matter what it was, it smelled super good and that was enough. Sort of. Hopefully the texture wouldn't choke her, but at least she could maybe try a little.
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2025 6:58 pm
 
"You know me?"
The surprise in Ivy’s voice had her smiling a bit more as she looked her over. How could she not know the bombshell? She stuck out like a sore thumb. At least, she did to Izzie. Perhaps it was the darker clothing. Or her rather…curvy form. Whatever the case was, Ivy had made a mark the first time she’d seen her in class. She only wished she could be as confident with herself as the other woman was. Just the thought of her wearing anything that showed as much skin as Ivy was showing right now….It didn’t compute and had her blushing a bit more as she nodded her head.
”Of course. I’m sorry for having not introduced myself sooner. There was never a good enough time, in my opinion.” Which was code for her never having the chance to greet the brunette without Gwen around. As much as she wanted to make new friends, she always worried what her princess would think. Would she be upset? Would she be against it? Her mind was constantly questioning her actions and how they reflected on the crown. It was exhausting most of the time, but she kept that to herself as she combined milk into the dry ingredients she had been mixing together.
”My name is Pascha; it’s nice to meet you! I was just looking for a snack, but meeting someone new just makes that even better. And my snack buddy… I mean, Ivy is here, too. This is the best snack break! Oh, can I ask what you’re making? It smells really yummy.”
The heat on her face nearly mirrored the shade of her hair at the compliment her food was given. She had only ever baked for her family, and they loved her so she knew they would never tell her that her food was gross. At least, she hoped they wouldn’t. Shaking her head at the thought, Izzie cracked a few eggs with one hand while continuing to mix the contents of the bowl with the other.
”I am making cheesecake brownie bites, and thank you. It’s a recipe I’ve tweaked a bit to my liking over the years. I could probably make it in my sleep by now with how often I’ve done it.” The thought had her laughing softly. What a sight she’d be whisking in her jammies as she snored the night away. With an amused smile on her lips, she tossed the eggshells into the sink as she went and moved to drop the cream cheese she’d set aside to soften into the bowl next.
"Do you think we could try it when you're done?"
The question threw her off a bit and had her hands wobbling their hold on the bowl and cream cheese. She barely made the exchange without losing the ingredient that made the entire dish, her hands tightening their hold on the bowl for a moment as she tried to get her bearings again. No one had ever asked to try her food. She had simply offered it to her family, and with them being her loved ones they’d taken it. Unsure how to handle this moment, she set the whisk and bowl down and looked between the two before her.
”I hope you don’t think this rude of me, but can I ask you why? You don’t know me. For all you know, I could have poisoned this batch for this exact reason. How do you know you can trust me?”
Location: Academy kitchen
Company: Ivy and Pascha
Thoughts: ‘Are they trying to fool me or are they being serious?’
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2025 7:45 pm
It was a little confusing when Izzie’s face turned a shade of bright red. Had he said something embarrassing? Pascha continued smiling as he quickly ran through everything he had said again just to double check. No, he was pretty sure he had not said anything he shouldn’t have. He had managed not to say something he should have, though! Snack Buddy… er, Ivy was definitely on the right track, asking if they could try the delicious smelling treat that Izzie was baking! Cheesecake brownie bites?? They were cheesecake and brownie at the same time? And they were bite sized! Well, they were bite sized for most people, probably. Pascha could stuff a lot into his mouth. But! Bite sized foods were still lots of fun to pop into his mouth. Oh, he really wanted to try one now… Or maybe a dozen, but that would be rude so he wouldn’t do anything like that. Pascha smiled brightly at Ivy, his appreciation of her suggestion clear in his eyes. But the suggestion seemed to really surprise Izzie, so much so that she nearly dropped the cream cheese and not in the bowl where it was meant to land. The blonde tilted his head curiously, wondering what they had said wrong. Was it because they had just met? He supposed it was asking a lot for someone who did not even know them to share her tasty treats. Oh… but apparently it was a bit more than that. Pascha had not even considered that someone might try to poison them! But even having been introduced to that possibility, Pascha just did not actually feel worried. Neither did Ivy, obviously; she was quick to assure Izzie that she was still eager to taste the dessert. ”If you did intend to poison us, I don’t think you would have warned us. And if you were wanting to poison someone else, it still would have made more sense to disguise your intent. You might have just said you're making them for someone specific and don’t have enough to spare. I mean, I suppose there was a chance we would try to change your mind, but then at least you would be well within your rights to just say we are rude and ignore us. But now I might be rambling a bit and it doesn’t explain why I would trust you in the first place…”Pascha crossed one arm in front of himself, the other raised to rest his cheek against his hand as he gave that question the second of thought it deserved. In that second, he had several upon several thoughts on the matter, but they all boiled down to one, simple sentiment. ”I can’t speak for Ivy, but I would like to trust you. If none of us can learn to trust one another, then there was never any point in coming here. You might think that is very naive… and I suppose you would be right. But I stand by it. So I trust you and hope I never give you any reason to poison me because I would definitely eat it if it was baked into something yummy.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 7:54 pm
Had... Had she said something wrong? She must have for the redhead to be putting down the baking implements like they were about to have the most serious conversation in the world. Why was Izzie bringing up poison? Wait! Ivy had heard of this. People were, like, super suspicious of strangers and would take them out if there was anything scary about them. Something about self preservation and blah blah blah or something. But she'd only really read about it in some of the more... intense novels she'd been given. Stories where kings were poisoned to take the throne and stuff like that. Did that mean that Izzie wanted the throne of Corthyr? But Ivy wasn't even the princess! Or... No! Worse! There was something scary about Ivy?
A frown set itself on her face as she tried with all her might to discover the thing about her that might have been scary. Bouncing her head to the side, she pulled a finger up to hook her knuckle and press it under her lower lip. All it really managed to do was make her look a bit duck faced as she hummed and hawed behind Pascha's speech. One that she was only half listening to. Not because she didn't want to listen to it. But mostly because it was really, really hard to think and listen at the same time.
Then a new thought occurred to her, and she found herself looking between Izzie and Pascha. "Wait is poison supposed to be scary?" Her voice almost sounded sheepish as she spoke, like she knew it was a stupid question before the words left her mouth. "I mean, you could use poison in it if you really wanted. It wouldn't do anything. And I'm here so I could save Snack Bud - I mean Pascha. So, like..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes drifting to the yummy smelling bowl. She could feel her mouth salivating from the smell. "Besides, who just goes into a kitchen to make a whole bunch of poisoned food for fun? You didn't know we would be here so why would you be putting poison in it?"
Suddenly her mouth fell open and her eyes darted to Izzie. "Unless, oh my gosh, are you from Chronos and you did know?" The question fell out of her mouth before she could think better of it and she slapped a hand over her mouth as soon as it was said. "Oh no! Don't answer! You're not supposed to say. I don't want to get you in trouble Time Princess."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2025 9:00 pm
As soon as the question had left her lips, Izzie knew she should have just kept it to herself. They were going to think she was mad. They were going to laugh in her face for even suggesting such a thing. They were going to tell her she looked nothing like an assassin and she was fooling herself if she believed such nonsense. They were…Her thoughts were cut short when they both began to speak, each giving her a perspective she wouldn’t have picked out of a line up by any means. They turned her momentarily speechless, her eyes widening on each of them as they spoke.
Pascha tossed word after word at her, arguing not only his point but about four others in the process. How one could speak so much in so little time was astounding to her. Had he even taken a breath? If he had, Izzie hadn’t seen it. It wasn’t until he stopped that she saw his chest move, momentarily relieved that he wasn’t going to just up and pass out on her. The bewilderment over his little rant, though, remained when he mentioned trusting her. Wait, what?! Did she have dough in her ears? Blinking a bit, she studied the look on his face and, for the life of her, couldn’t see a single dishonest feeling on it. He truly believed everything he said. And didn’t that just pull at a part of her she had locked away a long time ago!
Ivy, on the other hand, stayed silent. She looked as if what Iz had said had upset her. Oh, goodness, that wasn’t what she’d meant! Instinct had her mind racing with the right words to say, all of which carried an apology in some shape or form. She set aside the bowl to do exactly that, only to pause at the question that was tossed at her. Once more, her eyes blinked rapidly as if she couldn’t make sense of what she was hearing. No, that was exactly what was happening. Her brain couldn’t compute what it was taking in, having no previous knowledge of what to do in such a situation. What kind of person didn’t think poison was scary? Shaking her head a bit, she dusted her hands off on her apron and tried her best to unpack everything she’d just heard.
”Alright, I stand corrected. No, I didn’t actually poison the food, it was merely my way of questioning why you would want treats from a woman you don’t know.” She looked to Pascha first, her smile soft on her lips as she nudged the bowl towards the pair of them. Her free hand grabbed a second spoon, setting it in the mixture along with its twin. ”I don’t think you’re naive for wanting to trust someone. That is what we are all here for, right? Finding peace and commonality between the kingdoms?” As she spoke, she moved to grab another bowl and began moving through the steps she’d done previously to make the concoction she’d offered up for them to share.
”It’s a beautiful notion, and one I will happily share with you if that is what you wish. It would be nice to have new friends, especially ones that don’t mind trying out my creations.” The thought of actually becoming close to someone other than her princess tugged at that box again. Which, in turn, had fear dancing in her stomach. Was she even allowed to have new friends? Would it upset Gwen? The first answer she wasn’t sure of, while the second she definitely knew. And that was the last thing she wanted. But the thought of new people, of new interactions, was just too enticing for even someone as groomed as she was to fight against. So, turning to Ivy, she dumped more cream cheese into her bowl and began to scoop and mix the rest of her ingredients into it.
”I suppose it is only scary to those that aren’t used to it. I was always taught that it was a frightening thing, something to avoid at all cost. And to definitely not eat anything from someone you didn’t know.” The lessons her father had taught her echoed in her head, turning her features nostalgic for a second. Gods, she missed her family. Even her brothers, with their overbearing need to keep her from any thing, or any one, that might harm her.
”As for who would do such a thing, you’d be surprised. Not everyone around here shares the same sentiments as our friend Pascha here. They’d just as soon end a person before giving them a chance to do the same.” Just thinking about it had her shuddering a bit in response. The world was a mess, people were mad, and nothing really made sense any more. And yet, here she was, making brownies in a stunning kitchen with two new, possible, friends. Maybe it wasn’t all that bad. The thought had her feelings shifting again, just in time for the last of Ivy’s words to reach her. Laughter bubbled out of her before she could stop them, her hands shifting the bowl to allow her to cover her lips in an attempt to stifle the sound.
”My apologies, Lady Ivy, I don’t mean to laugh at you. The idea of me being a princess is just too amusing not to have a good giggle over.” Shaking her head, she finished whisking the contents of her bowl and moved to pull the dish she’d need to add everything into for the final step. Izzie knew she wasn’t allowed to discuss where she was from, but no one had ever said she couldn’t say where she wasn’t from. ”I am not from Chronos, and you won’t get me into trouble. I wasn’t expecting anyone today, though I am happy to say that the company I find myself in now is very much welcome.” With that said, she tipped the bowl in her hands and began layering the whipped contents with the darker ones she’d first put into the pan.
Location: Academy kitchen
Company: Ivy and Pascha
Thoughts: ‘Gods, I feel like I am talking a lot…Am I the one rambling now?!’
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2025 3:25 pm
Pascha blinked and was actually dumbfounded for a brief moment when Ivy asked if poison was supposed to be scary. He supposed that not all poison was deadly and the less deadly ones were less frightening, but it still sounded pretty scary to be poisoned. Didn’t it? But Ivy was not afraid at all; she even insisted that Izzie could have used poison and it would have had no effect. Apparently she could even have cured him of poison if it became necessary. Pascha filed that piece of information away; poison was very scary to him, after all, and he did have a terrible habit of eating any food given to him without a second thought. The thought of someone making poisoned food for fun did make Pascha giggle a little, but he also gave it probably more thought than the idea warranted. ”I wonder if there really are people who poison food for fun. Like pulling a prank, only poison isn’t a very funny prank to me. It’s really dangerous! But if it was a prank, then Izzie really, really wouldn’t have warned us, so you’re definitely right.” the inventor muttered mostly to himself, distracted only when Ivy guessed that Izzie could be from Chronos. Pascha tilted his head and observed Izzie curiously. He had no reason to think Izzie wasn’t from Chronos. He supposed she could have popped over to the kitchen at this point and time to warn them both to stop just eating anything available without being sure it was safe. But no, that didn’t make sense; if it was a matter of seeing the future or time travel, then Izzie would have known that Snack Buddy was immune to poison. So unless she was only warning him, that didn’t really work. Was Ivy immune to poison? Or did she merely have some means to neutralize poison? Either way, Pascha would guess that it was a natural trait rather than, say, an antidote carried on her person. He wasn’t convinced that her outfits had pockets. How did anyone live without pockets? But he was getting distracted. If he was guessing poison immunity, she could be from Corthyr. But if he was guessing poison purification, she could perhaps be from Stilicidium or Thah. Pascha didn’t really need to know, but speculating was a lot of fun! Izzie looked a bit surprised after he had spoken, but that was to be expected. Pascha knew that he was being naive, he had said as much, but he also just wanted to believe in the world he imagined where other people were just friends he hadn’t made yet. He didn’t want to see everyone as an enemy waiting to strike; that was just too sad. And maybe, just maybe, if he kept his hand outstretched in friendship even his potential enemies might consider just being his friends instead. That was what Utopia was for, right? Not so that he could make friends, of course, but the point was that they didn’t have to be enemies. At least, that was what Pascha thought they were aiming for and he very much liked that ideal. Needless to say, it brightened Pascha’s day and the smile on his face when Izzie spoke his thoughts into existence, albeit with fewer words. Yes, peace and commonality! If that was the goal, then trusting that a bowl of batter wasn’t poisoned was a very small step in the grander scheme of things! ”You’re right! And I want to make new friends, too! I didn’t have any before, so it means a lot to me. Also, yes please, we will definitely try all the yummy creations!” And just to make the moment even sweeter, both figuratively and literally, Izzie nudged the bowl toward them and added another spoon to it. That was implicit permission if he had ever seen it and he didn’t hesitate to grab one of the spoons and give the contents a taste. ”Oh, wow! I knew it was going to be really good, but it’s really good!” Not the most descriptive thing that he could have said, but… Well, it was really good! ”I think you could have been a princess.” Pascha mumbled around a second spoonful of sugary goodness. And why not? He was a prince and he wasn’t half as well-mannered and stuff as Izzie was. He tried sometimes when he had to go to functions, but he didn’t like it at all! He would bet his parents would pay money for him and Sonia to behave more like Izzie. ”You’re really ladylike even though you weren’t even expecting to see anyone and you don’t even know how important we are or not. I mean, you already said you aren’t, but maybe that’s why Ivy thought you might be.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2025 6:59 pm
Excitement sparked in Ivy's chest as the bowl was scooted over to them. And a second spoon? They wouldn't even have to share. Izzie really was a sweet and kind princess. One that Ivy had just made friends with. Probably. That's how this worked... Right? They were all talking together in a kitchen over bowl of food. Sure it was a bowl of food they couldn't eat yet. But that part didn't matter. It still seemed like some pretty friendly friendship stuff. Alex was going to be so proud of her when she told him.
Trying to justify the thought disappeared when Ivy licked her first bit of the cheesecake mixture off of the spoon she'd been given. At first she pulled a face, unsure of the texture. It hadn't been something she meant to do. The natural reaction melted as the the chocolate and cream cheese melted against her tongue. Once she was around the mouthful of food, she licked her lips to try to catch any flecks of chocolate that had ended up on them before speaking. "I guess it is a little scary when you think about it." It was an absent comment, one that she made as she licked at the spoon for more of the batter. She didn't even bother to look up from the spoon. "I'll protect you both from the not so nice people poisoning other people."
The bubble of laughter out of Izzie finally had Ivy looking up. Then she looked over to Pascha as if to ask with her gaze if she had said anything stupid. She hadn't right? But then Izzie said she wasn't a princess. Or from Chronos. Shock washed over Ivy's face, her jaw dropping at the revelation.
At his comments, she nodded in agreement. "You're, like, really..." She twirled the spoon, trying to gesture like it would help her find the word she was looking for. It didn't. "Um." Sucking in a breath, she clammed up. Eyes wide. Panic. What was she supposed to say now? Would it sound dumb if she just admitted that Izzie was pretty? Pretty people were good and just according to her books. But that would sound so... bad, right? There was more to it. Beautiful wasn't the only thing there was.
Trying to cover for her lack of anything intelligent to say, her teeth bit into her lower lip. Then Ivy finally let out the breath she'd sucked in. "I don't know? Smart and charming?" The words felt like they were coming out as an awkward whisper. They weren't the words she wanted to use, but they were good enough. "I agree with Snack Buddy. I think you would make a really good princess." Her brows knit, offering the other girl the best compliment she could.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2025 8:09 pm
Gods, these two were something else. Not that it was a bad thing, Izzie mused to herself. They were both adorable, and pure in the simplest of ways. It was a refreshing change from the serpent tongued royals she was used to dealing with back home. With these two, she had a feeling she wouldn’t have to guess as to what they were thinking. They were sure to just say it out loud for her. And wouldn’t that be a fun change of pace!
”In this day and age, I wouldn’t be surprised. The war turned a lot of people…dark.” While she hadn’t been a part of the battle itself, she’d seen her brother’s and their friends. People who were once vibrant and full of life came back dull and dead inside. It was a stark realization that the world was not the friendliest of places. Of course, Iz had known that since she was seven, but she kept that bit to herself. No need to upset her new friends if she didn’t need to.
Instead, she set the now empty bowl aside and picked up a spatula. With expert movements, she swirled the mixtures together without one dominating over the other. It was a rather quick motion, but turned the once plain contents into a magical mixture that would mirror the pattern once baked. Satisfied with it, Izzie turned and opened the preheated oven at her back. The heat of it blasted her in the face and sent her hair whipping around her face. A flush colored her usually pale features at the exposure and her eyes squinted a bit in response. She moved quickly, not wanting to waste the heat, and set the pan inside.
”You are going to protect us, Ivy? Are you sure you aren’t the Princess here?” She closed the oven door as she spoke, turning to smile at the pair once more. Pascha’s exclamation had her smile returning, a giggle passing her lips as she walked around the counter to pick up the timer she’d left near the sink. She set it for the appropriate time then returned it to its previous place, all the while still listening to the two near her. It was a bit of a thrill to think they both wanted to be friends with her. Especially with what she’d been told her whole life. Once more, her best friend’s words filled her head and threatened to send her into a spiral. Iz forced herself to shake it off, knowing that what was happening was more real than the whispers in her head.
The explanation for why they thought her to be a princess brought back the flush she’d been wearing moments ago. This time, however, she didn’t have the oven to blame for it. They were…complimenting her. It was not something she was used to. At least, not without a backhanded comment to go along with it. For a moment, all she could do was look between them. Even when Ivy stalled out, she remained quiet. Was there a proper way to respond without just arguing with them? She wasn’t smart or charming. She was only ladylike because of years of her mother figuratively beating it into her head. It was the proper thing for a woman in her standing. The best way for her to find a husband. Not that it had done much good, but she tried not to dwell on that.
”How many princesses have you two met in your lifetime? Were they like me, or different?” As she asked the question, she moved from the counter towards the very large walk in that the school had for all their cooler items. Having been given permission to use what she wished, she pulled a jug of milk from one of the shelves and set it between the two at the counter. Next came the glasses, along with a batch of brownies she’d already made the day before. These ones were lighter, more the color of Pascha’s hair than the chocolate ones she’d put in the oven. If they didn’t like milk, she’d happily get them something else.
Location: Academy kitchen
Company: Ivy and Pascha
Thoughts: ‘Is this what it’s like to have a good time with…friends?’
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 4:49 pm
Ivy made a face which made Pascha curious; the batter was really delicious, so he was sure she had to like it too, right? When she licked her lips and subsequently went after the spoon again, he chalked it up to being a problem with something other than taste. Come to think of it, he didn’t think he’d seen her eat a lot of thick, creamy foods. It wasn’t something he really thought much about since he would eat almost anything! Well, not vegetables unless he had to, but still. ”You’re really nice. I thought so already anyway, but now I definitely know for sure.” Pascha decided aloud after Ivy offered to protect them both from any not so nice people who would poison them. He really hoped he wouldn't ever get poisoned, but it was super nice to know that someone out there would care enough to help if he did. Ivy didn’t seem to be sure what she wanted to say about Izzie and as her eyes shot open wide in a panic, Pascha’s mind started offering up silent suggestions. Regal. Poised. Considerate. Generous. Graceful. Pretty. Mindful. Demure. Etc… Pascha was not sure how many words he thought of before Ivy landed on smart and charming, but he was pretty sure they had both been on his list. Those were great traits for a princess, after all and the blond nodded his agreement. The war turned a lot of people dark… Pascha’s blue eyes took on a hint of gray as he considered the simple but true statement. Pascha had felt a touch of that darkness. He felt it every time he thought of his brother, snatched away from him in the name of a pointless war that benefited no one and harmed so many. What kind of person would murder him like that, not even in battle but as he travelled to an allied kingdom? What kind of darkness did someone have to harbor in their hearts to do such a thing? Pascha mentally shook himself to bring himself back to the present. He wanted no part of that darkness and the only way to keep it at bay was to take the proper steps today for a peaceful tomorrow. And maybe eating brownie batter wasn’t one of those steps, but maybe befriending people like Ivy and Izzie could be. At the mention of Ivy being a princess, Pascha grinned broadly. He wasn’t going to argue with that; why shouldn’t his pretty friends get to think of themselves as princesses? It didn’t hurt anyone. Some of them even could be, for all that he knew. It was just a title and all one had to do to get one was win the parental lottery. ”I’ve met a few. Most of them speak well like you and move gracefully like you do. They aren’t really interesting or nice like you are though. Wait… I wasn’t supposed to say that. It’s true, but it isn’t very nice. And it’s not like it’s really their fault; there are just so many rules to follow that it strips the fun out of doing anything. Not to mention no interaction ever really feels genuine. It would be nice to meet who they really are.” It occurred to Pascha that if Izzie was a spy, he was kind of giving details away pretty freely. But he just didn’t really care; it wasn’t like his identity was a state secret, just a school one. As long as Mercury’s secrets were safe, he was content to chatter away.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 7:17 pm
It was not some sudden new revelation. The war had made people darker. Or, like, meaner and crustier and louder. But it was also one of those things that Ivy hadn't really thought about before this moment. In fact, she was now thinking about it so hard the effort was practically etched into her face. Did that mean that she needed to be more careful who she took snacks from in the future? But the kitchen grannies were so nice. How was she possibly supposed to believe that they were out to get her in some kind of malicious cupcake poisoning spree? The idea itself was enough to make Ivy swallow hard. But then she also remembered that she was immune to poison. Again. So was that really all that scary?
No. No, it decidedly was not.
The thing that was really, truly upsetting was the idea that she was a princess. The crease between her eyebrows deepened as she looked down at the spoon in her hands. The spoon she had licked clean. Like it now held answers to the questions swirling around in her head. "No." After a moment she finally responded to the question. "I think I would know if I was a princess." Despite the fact that it was not a question, her voice wavered. Uncertainty was crawling up her back and it was ready to spill out of her mouth. "That's definitely something you know... Right?" Her eyes shifted up, darting between Pascha and Izzie like they held answers.
Thankfully, Izzie's next question was so much easier to answer. Ivy perked up, like a dog hearing it's name be called by it's master. "Oh! I know the answer to this one." The excited whisper was said without thinking. Though it wasn't nice to interrupt and Pascha was faster than she was. Like, by a lot. He was just a very fast guy. That was why he was such a good snack buddy, helping her snag the freshest treats before she could get her grubby little hands on them. As he explained all of the qualities of the princesses he knew, Ivy nodded along like she agreed with him. Like she had any personal experience with princesses or social rules or really anything to do with not being locked up in her little tower.
A smug little smile grew on her face as she looked between the two of them. It was her turn to talk now and she was so ready to nail this question. "I was never allowed to leave my room. I've never met anyone before."
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