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((Yes and no. It is getting slightly better.))

Vassili came back downstairs after a couple of minutes. He had debated wether he should suit up. The black long sleeve shirt was testament that he didn't. His face was only mildly covered. Just one cheek and only a line. It would spread, but it was stable with his treatment of oils and salves. Every time he turned his neck though, you could here skin cracking as the burn like cancer broke again, after sealing shut.

He entered the kitchen just behind Kaden and opened one of the two proofers. Not as scatter brained as Naomi said. He pulled two racks of scones and slid them into the oven and turned to the coffee.

"You know stove made is better, last longer and is hotter. Still I prefer coffee from a french press. You can't make enough though." He pulled the device hot, setting water on the stove to boil as he rummaged through the coffee blends. He couldn't find any already made to his liking and instead found some unground beans. He grabbed several different ones, smelling each and found a blend he would enjoy. He set about to grinding.

((Going to sleep now. Have to be up a nine am. Which is just two and half away. So till after four pm, Central time.))

Vassili had pulled the pot of water off and placed the ground concoction of beans in the french press. He poured the water in and began applying even pressure to it as the question reached his ears.

"The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics." He shook his head slightly.

"I don't associate myself with that decrepit nation called Russia. I was created at the hight of the cold war deep in Siberia." He poured the contents of the french press out and pulled the second pot of coffer front the electric maker. Pouring that into a tall pot for the consumers, sure to arrive soon. He started a third batch, decaf.

"I am at heart a Socialist, more a Marxist. Hope that doesn't disinterest you in my services. Just that's what I was raised on." He turned and held out one of the three cups he had made, sipping from the other one in his hand.

"Careful is is scalding hot." A napkin was wrapped around the one he offered her, his bare. He couldn't feel it, the nerves in his left hand dead long ago from some battle or another.

Vassili smiled back at her. No not born. He wasn't carried in the womb, nor was he conceived naturally.

"Fortunately the USSR and Russian Federation never had the Freedom of Information Act the states have. Secret documents are still secret." He gulped down the rest of his own cup of coffee and moved to the oven. Pulled the door open reached in and pulled both racks of scones out. They were browned. He had done this with out a glove on.

"You know those sci-fi films where a mad scientist creates a super soldier." He placed the scones on a tray, and poured the newest pot of coffee into a third dispenser pot.

"Well my government went broke because of that. Not because we were building nukes as fast as America. In fact we were bluffing." He held up one of the still cooling scones.

"Try this." He had sprinkled cinnamon on it after pouring the decaf.

((*walks around all lonely and whatnot* Where is everybody? cry ))

Naomi watched as he rest the scone down and finished her coffee as he left to organize the rest of them.

"Thanks," she said in reply to his compliment, "It's a recipe that my mom taught me a long time ago." Now, she took her favourite wooden spoon and mixed the ingredients in the pan, off of the stove. She whipped and whipped until satisfied. "You mean, Kaden...right? I'm Naomi and yes, she can be intimidating but you'll grow to love her for it. Ugh, finally someone understands but she wasn't stretching the truth very far with the 'airhead' comment either."

She nodded in agreement and drew out the choux pastry mix on a baking sheet. "Oh my, I can't remember if to put the sausages in there one time or..." Naomi scanned her side of the counter for a defrosted pack of weiners. On the second glance, she spotted them and opened the pack carefully, placing one in each of the rectangular spread of the dough. The circles would be cheese pies. By the time she shoved them in the stove, Vas had let out his second laugh. It was scary, to say the least but slowly she was becoming accustomed to him and the idea that his past justified things like that dark laugh.

To ease her nerves, Naomi picked the scone finally and bit into it. Like the coffee, it warmed her insides and she always felt good when that happened. After the that, she would go to check on the key set. As if to let Vas know of her plans, she said, "I'm almost done with your keys. You should be getting them by lunch for the latest."

((Yay, you're here! How was your day?))

Naomi tried to chuckle along with his little joke. Honestly, she did. She was about to tell him why the whole "I can get into anything" comment did not exactly help her settled nerves when the knife fell out and he washed off a bit of blood and forgot about it. She had to keep reminding herself that not everyone came from a quiet, uneventful town like she and Kaden had.

"Hmm," Naomi began, popping the last of her scone into her mouth and watching her sausage rolls bake, "I was hoping that we could have no alcohol but then who would come? I guess, if we implemented a drink limit system that it could work. Would you still set up the soda gun please so people could have the option?" She knew it was a lot to ask of him after he had done so much already. She headed for a pantry and pulled out a pouch with pastries from yesterday. Her weight was going to skyrocket if she continued to eat like this. "Want one?" she asked, offering it to Vas.

((Eh, it's no problem. I had spotted it in your post before that but did not think much of it until well...yeah. Glad to hear that everything is going fine for you.))

Kaden's sudden entrance through her off for a few seconds but she relaxed as the wolf-girl sat down. "Ah, don't worry about it. It's always a mess in there." Naomi shuddered despite herself and waited patiently for the oven to make its 'ready' noises.

((It's okay, Cuppy. I have to learn how to be more empathetic and patient. I suck at those qualities, bleh. Who's Prent? <.< >.>))

"Stop worrying about it," Naomi chided her friend softly, "I'll deal with it later. After all, there is a method to my madness." She gave an endearing smile, hoping to comfort her without physical consolement. The manager nodded slowly at the question. "That was Vas. He was just getting rid of his master-key like knife. Anyway, speaking of keys, I should get back. Kadie, would you mind taking the sausage rolls out for me please when they are ready?"

((I should've seen that coming but I didn't know.))