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ShortGreen

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 5:29 pm


"Welllll, middle range for your starting line but maybe not in the end." Misha could not quite hide a little smirk. "We're all Chosen, after all, and that hardly counts as mediocre and middle of the road."

Moving with a sort of idle grace, Misha wandered over to start poking at more cabinets and drawers in her search for more edible treats. She made a little sound of discovery as the third drawer turned up someone's hidden stash of licorice whips. She held it up to show the others with a grin. "It's still sealed," she pointed out. "Processed sugar is still sugar and who doesn't have a sweet tooth?"

"Oh, and Mathilda? Dubois?" She said it in a perfect accent. "A bit of French to go with the German and Irish?"


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PostPosted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 7:28 pm


    Somehow, Davor felt like he was eavesdropping on this very personal family history Mathilda had decided to share. He was never one to be open at all about his own background; it was strange to see how quickly she opened up. And the others? Tara's playfulness was met with a blank look, something that perhaps could have been misread as annoyance, but really he just felt so uncomfortable and terribly out of place up against her giggling. He only shook his head at her in the most polite "no thank you" he could muster, not wanting to ruin her jacket any further -- as if he could but, well. He wasn't about to take a ladies jacket.

    Though, privately, maybe a gaggle of girls was more like it. There was Misha, giggling and parading about with utensils, only further adding to his bemusement as he warily took the pan from her. He'd just come back from fighting acidic-dung-flinging metal birds in a country he'd never been in which he'd gotten to by walking through fire, ostensibly to rescue civilians who'd been caught in the crossfire, fortifying the wrecked once-luxury hotel in a scene straight out of his past travels in the more war-torn parts of Europe.

    And now he was getting a pat on the back from a perfectly cheerful stranger who was stuck in the same exact situation, and having a mighty fine time of it. The part of Davor that was still convinced this was a dream decided to just roll with it.

    "Thank you," he said simply, beginning to crush the crackers with the pan, just as instructed. So long as he was kept busy, he was kept sane, he supposed.

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 9:32 pm


Side-glancing at Misha, Mathilda frowned.

"Sadly, yes. I choose to ignore it." Mathilda hummed and moved long, tossing the noodles into the boiling water.

She had no issues opening up about her family. If you say it yourself, other people can't use it against you. She wasn't an open book, but she wasn't so private that the slightest revolution would make her lose her grounds. There was no telling who could betray her, if anyone did at all, but she wasn't going to take the risk.

The man that entered, though, Mathilda was cautious of. She hadn't met him before, but he seemed to be kind. Mathilda could protect her girls if need be, but she had a feeling it wouldn't come to that. She watched the man crush the crackers out of the corner of her eye, laughing when she saw Misha find candy.

"Congrats, darling! Ah! Those can be for dessert!"

Smiling, she turned to the others.

"Has anyone found a third pan? I'd like to start the potatoes sometime soon. favor,the pan you're using will be for the broth. So I won't need it immediately."

ShortGreen

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PostPosted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 8:07 pm


"Not yet but give me a minute." Misha crouched down in front of another set of cupboard doors with an easy grace and began digging through the contents. The soft sound of metal ringing against metal only made those in the kitchen twitch slightly; the birds were going to give them metallic noise complexes before long, it seemed. "You know," she added in a low drawl, teasing just below the surface of her words, "this is really probably the most awful hotel I've ever stayed at. No decent guest book or records. The lobby is devoid of all charm. The kitchen is emptier than Mother Hubbard's Cupboard."

A ringing clang sounded and Misha rocked back on her heels. She lifted a pan in triumph and grinned over her shoulder at the others. "And, my God, the pet policy!"

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 12:49 am


Mathilda laughed at Misha's comment.

"I know now to ask about the native animals next time I stay at a hotel, that's for sure."

She clapped her hands at the new pan.

"Bring that over here, and we will get it washed. The potatoes will go into that one, so we should start those soon.

"How is everyone else doing?"

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