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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 8:25 pm
Thanksgiving. It was usually filled with hustle and bustle around her house three days before and two days after. Five days of familial chaos. The kind of chaos that made a teenager go absolutely crazy within the first twenty four to forty eight hours. But...this year it was the quiet that was driving her crazy. Only her and her two snakes!
She had been working, the last few months. A waitress - taking as many hours as she possibly could. After all, Zyanya couldn't live in the safe house forever. It wasn't hers - it was Vale's, and she didn't even know if he minded her staying there as much as she did.
Money had been painstakingly saved in jars. Not enough to find her own place, yet, but enough to at least put food on the table. Poor or not, though, she was going to have a thanksgiving. Even if she only knew a few foods to make that weren't Spanish, she'd damn well try.
The little safe house smelled wonderful. The scent of pumpkin filled the air - though it wasn't in the form of a pie. No, she had spicy pumpkin soup simmering on the stove - and that was where Zyanya was, currently, stirring the pot to make sure it was smooth. Apple empanadas were sitting on the table to cool, and several other dishes had been added around it throughout the day. Camote, chilied corn, and bollilos. Meat hadn't been purchased. She didn't have the money for it nor did she know how to cook it very well unless she was making soft tacos. And that dish most certainly wouldn't work on Thanksgiving, of all days.
At least she'd eat well tonight, even if she'd be alone. And that was damn well enough to be thankful for! And hey, at least the leftovers would keep.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:26 pm
It was the scent of cheap Blacksuit body-spray around his apartment building that got Writ packing his bags. It was inevitable. After that stunt during the summer, and various different things after that, he had packed to move a long time ago. He slid down the fire escape and headed for the safe house. Writ took care as he left, watching his back, sniffing the air, and listening for even a trace of Blacksuit activity around him. There was a very good chance that Vale would slaughter him if he compromised the place. Writ didn't feel like having a certain vital organ ripped out of his chest.
The smells of food greeted him as he made his way in. He took another glance behind his back before closing the door behind him. Writ walked into the kitchen to see a soup simmering on the stove.
Well, it was either Vale, or some other godling that could cook. The fact that Vale cooked at all was just an assumption. (A man that lived with a girl like Tepin would have to learn to cook if they ever wanted to survive.) Writ didn't particularly know anyone with any cooking abilities. He strolled over to the stove, dipped a ladle into the soup, and sipped. Writ was sure he could talk whoever made this spread into sharing.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:34 pm
"Writ!" The voice that shouted out his name was definitely not the older Godling's. It was decidedly female, and had a very distinct accent to it. From behind him, a wisk (she carried it with her while she went to check on the snakes) was beat into the back of his head despite its lack of being able to really hurt anyone, it certainly could give him a thwack of a surprise. "You get away from that soup. It's not done yet!" It had at least another twenty minutes to go before it was done cooking and she wasn't going to have anyone stealing.
Of course the initial motherly beating passed a moment later and a smile touched her features. Maybe she wouldn't be alone on thanksgiving after all. "I haven't seen you in a long time." She said, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest, giving him a look that, if it weren't for her smile, would probably send chills down any man's spine.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:59 pm
Writ let out a small whimper, but he still took a sip before putting the ladle back into the pot. Compared to what he's been living on for the past month, this stuff was great. It seemed done to him. The pumpkin spice left a pleasant aftertaste in his mouth. He planned on taking another sip when Zy wasn't looking.
He turned around and leaned on the stove, "Well, hey there. " Writ smiled, "It's been a while." He put a hand through his hair, and played it cool, "Last time I saw you, we were waiting on the vet. How's your snake doing by the way?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 10:02 pm
"She's fine. And has a companion." Zyanya didn't mention that it was an eyelash viper that was more territorial than Yectli was. As far as she was concerned, Writ had stolen the first real taste of her meal and for that he could afford to be surprised by a large poisonous snake. He wouldn't attack unless she told him to, at least.
"But you won't be fine if you steal tastes of any more of my thanksgiving dinner. You could at least be polite enough to ask to join me for dinner if you want some." She pushed past him with the whisk and went back to work stirring the soup, not really caring that it had hit the man's head a moment before.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:14 pm
"I didn't know you were cooking." Writ said innocently, "Honest, usually it's Vale that does the cooking around here." he lied, and put on the puppy dog eyes with the matching pout.
The man smirked and pat Zyanya on the shoulder and went for the change of subject, "Well, whatever this soup is, it's great!"
"So, Thanksgiving, huh? Probably the only holiday my god likes out of the ones we celebrate." Writ said, watching Zyanya whisk the soup, "Kinda got diluted over the years though."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:20 pm
"Si, it did. I didn't have much money to spend, and not much cooking knowledge outside of mexican dishes, so I made my abuela's recipes. Well. What I could remember..." She had been young when her mother and grandmother had started to teach her and she only knew the basics. Her face fell slightly at the thought of it. She wouldn't learn all of them, now. That knowledge would be gone forever.
s**t. Way to bring down thanksgiving.
However, she forced a smile onto her face and put the top back onto the pot, killing the heat - time to let it finish up. "And the soup is pumpkin, obviously. We also have camote, chilied corn and bollilos. And apple empanada for dessert." Pause. "You can stay if you'd like. Otherwise it will just be me and the snakes. I doubt that they would enjoy any of it, other than the chorizo that is in the soup."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:34 pm
"I'm all for it."
What kind of person would Writ be if he passed up a meal with a friend? Of course he'd stay. Besides, it seemed like a lot of food for just her and her snakes. He looked through the cabinets and grabbed some paper plates, bowls and plasticware. Writ dropped them on the kitchen counter and handed Zyanya a set of utensils and a paper plate.
"Well, we got a lot to go through. And a lot more to be thankful for, let's eat."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:44 pm
The plate was taken, along with the utensils before they were both set down at the table. "I suppose we do, yes. We're still alive. And...Not alone today. I am thankful for that." Though one could argue that the godlings were never really alone, given the fact that their God and Goddess tended to butt in at the most inopportune times.
Thankfully, Chal was frustrated enough with her not to be speaking, so far. Though she really didn't put it past the woman to drag her back into her realm and try to drown her again. Terrifying thing, that.
To the stove she went, bringing the hot pot over to the table and setting it down before pulling the lid off.
"I'm glad you're here, Writ." She said earnestly as she ladled some soup into a Styrofoam bowl, then into another.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:06 pm
"Believe me, it'd be a very lonely day without you." Writ said, taking his share of the soup. He grabbed some of the food and sat down on the counter.
"Sorry Zy, but I don't think there's gonna be any leftovers after this, I feel like I can eat a horse." Writ laughed, and scooped up some corn with a spoon. If Zyanya knew about half of what he had ate for the past month, she wouldn't blame him. A man could only live on stale potatoes for so long. Even the taste of throwaway food was starting to get stale on his versatile tongue.
"So, anything interesting happen the last few months?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:39 am
"I managed to somehow get a job," A spoonful of her soup was brought to her lips which pursed to blow gently on the liquid before she let it slide past them and onto her tongue. It was the first time she'd done it all by herself, and she was so proud of it! It was probably the best soup she'd ever tasted just because of it. "I'm a waitress in one of the diners. It's not much, but it's money. I won't live on Vale forever."
There was pride within the girl and it showed regularly. She wanted to pave her own way and she was going to, come hell or high water! That was how she'd gotten into this mess to begin with. That, and a certain other Mexican who she had not seen in a very long time. Zyanya couldn't help but be worried about him, but like hell she'd admit it.
Misssstresssssss. Zy's head turned to look at the eyelash viper - a good two feet of snake in a pretty light blue color - slithered up the chair leg and rested its head in her lap. Who issss thisss? Beady eyes were turned onto Writ, though he did not strike. Just...eyed him, in a not so friendly way. It was obvious he was debating lunch.
"A friend." She assured him, petting over his head before picking up her spoon, ladling up a good amount, and picking out a piece of chorizo which was then offered to her companion. He took it, swallowed it, and then nuzzled against her hand much like a cat would.
If you sssaaay ssso misssstressss. But he did not move.
"And you?" Such an easiness in changing conversation, even with a very large amount of snake resting on her leg.
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