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 Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:33 am
"Cooking lessons for music lessons." he said, stern-faced, arms crossed when T'rel (whom he'd summoned) arrived in the kitchens.
T'nus was in a dilema. Navi liked music. When he was just banging on drums and strumming his toy guitar, everything was fine. Sure, it've driven T'nus to the edge of sanity to have that noise around the weyr all the time, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about stifiling his child's creativity. No, the problem was not that Navi's playing was random or off-key. In fact, just the opposite. He was good. Already snipits of songs had joined the bits of chords and scales that he had figured out by himself. But he had reached the limit of what a child, randomly experimenting, could learn. In short, he needed lessons. And while T'nus might not thing as highly of the profession as some (or at all), he wasn't the sort of person to deny his child the opportunity to excel at anything that interested them, so..
Cooking lessons for music lessons. That was the deal, given sternly and without an inkling of compromise. Becuase he knew if he were to give even an inch, T'rel would insist on doing it for free (as a "favor") and would be unbareably smug about it from then on. Besides, the man's inability to cook for himself had always irked T'nus, which was.. a little odd if you thought about it. Afterall, most dragonmen didn't cook for themselves. But, being raised by a cook, it was just one of those life skills he thought everyone should have, which he felt obligated to bestow upon his junior rider. And anyway, maybe then T'rel would stop pestering the cooking staff with requests for childish pastries at ridiculous hours of the morning.
He thought it was a fair deal, and anyway, he wasn't going to give Trel a chance to argue. So, given that T'rel had no choice in the matter, he'd decided there was no better time than the present for the first lesson. Besides, T'rel didn't have anything important to do that afternoon. T'nus made sure of that when he had all his work assigned to someone else and then ordered Zelith to tell him to report to the kitchens.
T'nus didn't often abuse his powers, but when he did, it was to force his underlings to make bubblypies with him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 8:24 pm
T'rel was rather surprised to find himself summoned to the kitchens that afternoon. He had been planning to fly down to the hold and purchase a gift for Lute. After the Turnover Gather, T'rel had been a bundle of emotions; caused, he knew, by the bundle within his weyrmate. He was excited, and yet nervous. Frightened, yet terribly happy. All at once. "What?" He asked, blinking. "T'nus, you don't have to do that. I'm happy to teach Navi. He's got talent." He flashed the weyrsecond a smile. "He's very clever." Really, T'rel had never attempted to cook: and when he managed to boil klah properly, it was an accomplishment.
"He could become a harper, with the skill he's got. Of course, its a bit early to say... Ionan is particularly interested in being a healer, right now. Last month, he was interested in harpering. But you know. Whims of children, change like the wind!" He glanced about the kitchens, and smiled. "We'll be making bubblypies?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 12:30 pm
T'nus was only half listening as T'rel made the expected offers which didn't matter because T'nus would insist. It was a general rule of his not to owe people, and he had no intention of breaking it, least of all with T'rel. Plus he already had the stuff prepared.
He did make a slight noise of worry when T'rel brought up Ionan's ever-changing career-goals. If only he could believe this was just a phase. But Navi didn't see to have the normal whims of a child. Unfortunately, he was much more likely to stick to his decisions than was usual for a child his age. Take favourite colors, for example. Ionan's was still changing every day, whereas Navi's had been the same since he was three turns old; blue. Not the perfect example, of course, but still, it was enough to worry him.
"Yes." He answered "And don't worry, if you burn yours, you can eat mine." He gestured to T'rel's side of the table, where everything needed to make the pies had been assembled. "I've already measured the ingredients for you, so all you have to do right now is mix. I'm sure you can handle that." he said, with a slight teasing tone in his voice.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 12:37 pm
"Oh, good. I'm not much on baking, but I did enjoy those bubblypies," T'rel said, flashing T'nus a smile, "At the gather. Those were delicious. You'll have to give me the recipe sometime. Or is this the one?" He glanced at the carefully measured mix and swallowed. Hm. All he had to do was mix? But what came first? The flour? The eggs? He glanced at T'nus hesitantly. "So... Er. What do I do first?" He asked.
With the promise of bubblypies even if he failed this lesson, T'rel was hanging onto T'nus' every word. If he did well, he would be able to share with Ionan! If he burnt them, well maybe T'nus would let him take some to Ionan anyway.
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