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Who:

blondandperfect,

makeflowersgrow,

mouthbreathing,

petalpluck
When: Nov 1st, Morning, noon and evening.
Where: Ehvenn Household
Summary: Checklist: Give Eponine a hard time, Make Warsman a man, and get Garry to cook dinner. Let's see what happens.
Warnings: Will update as necessary.

"Mnnghh.." Hattie awoke, bleary eyed, at 7:05 am. She didn't even party that hard the evening before. Perhaps her body was just tired because it was almost time to head down to the gym and the weather was getting colder.

Needless to say, she wasn't very fond of the cold. After washing up, she headed downstairs to look at her notes she placed upon the fridge with a magnet. It looks like it's going to be another busy day..

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His coat will only go on the closest rack, provided that there was one by the door. Garry's not big on leaving it, but at least the house is much warmer on the inside.

"Coffee would be delightful. Do you have cream?" He asks, following after her briskly.

Well so long as he takes care of it she's happy, even if it goes against proper etiquette. Oh what she would give to have her maid around. But yes, she will give him the time to put his coat away as the closet is in the foyer next to the stairwell.

"Of course I do!" Hattie replies, leading him into the kitchen which is a lot more rustic in comparison. Once she does, though, she pretends that she doesn't remember where it is.

"Now, let's see.. She keeps it in that cabinet.. Or.. Was it that one? Hmn.. It could be near the sink, perhaps.."

The rustic yet homely interiors of the kitchen make him smile. But he doesn't linger too long; automatically wandering to help Hattie look for the cream. "Do you have.. servants?" He asks, remembering that she was supposed to be a princess.

At least he know knows where the tupperware, spices, and canned soups go.

"Hmn? Oh yes, I do! Or rather I did, her shift is done for the day," Hattie answers with a smile, "My old handmaid left the port, so I had to take in a new one and it's been.. Trying, to say the least, being able to afford just one. But I think she's getting a handle on things."

The cream isn't difficult to find, in fact it's right in the fridge. There are five different types to choose from and all of them seem to be on the pricey side. This could be a hint to Garry to why Hattie is stingy with pay. Also the coffee is found near the spices, and there's even more variety there.

"Ah, and here's the coffee machine!" Hattie declares, standing at the leftmost counter.

Edited 2012-11-13 20:52 (UTC)

"That's good to hear." Garry pauses in his exploration of the fridge - did Hattie have some of those soy milk boxes tucked away somewhere? He quite liked that better than regular milk. "... When people 'leave', is it like poof, gone?" Or something more... theatrical? He hasn't yet witnessed it himself, nor had any prolonged contact with another newcomer that disappeared.

He'll have found the coffee (presuming that Hattie had hers all grounded up instead of buying bags of whole beans!) and the bag of coffee filters to fill with enough to keep him on a buzz for a while.

"... I'll suppose that you'll want me to prepare everything?"

"That's a good question, I wasn't actually around when it happened," Hattie replies, tapping her cheek with her pointer finger, "The only thing I'm familiar with is that their NV goes offline."

Soy milk? Of course! It is unopened, and about a week from expiration date. The coffee is grounded, due to a terrible, terrible accident involving coffee beans eaten whole. To his last question, Hattie actually looks hesitant, as if trying to decide how to answer that.

Eventually she clasps her hands together and laughs it off, "Oh no, I couldn't ask you to do everything." followed by, "I can get the cups!" said in a somewhat childish 'I'm helping!' tone. "So the big December holiday is coming up, Garry, and I'm anticipating we're going to get pretty busy toward the end of the month; since you're working with me, I may not have to turn any down this year!"

Unfortunately that's a lie, last year Hattie overworked Ella like crazy; but since Garry doesn't have an obedience curse, she can't do the same to him.

"Offline? Does it get taken with them?" The milk was taken out after Garry had found the sugar, leaving them on the counter besides the fancy coffee maker.

"Oh, thank you." He smiled as she said she'd get the cups and occupied himself with filling up a double layer of filters with the coffee powder, slipping it inside machine before taking care of the water supply.

"It sounds exciting. I'll be sure to do my best." He smiled, inwardly a little uncertain that he'd be able to keep up for the holidays. Well, hopefully any small mess-up wouldn't cost him his job. Hopefully!

"I don't think so, I did not have my NV when I went home.. In fact now that I think about it, I my memories in the port did not go with me either- But they were both returned to me once I returned to the diamond." Hattie says, seeming both surprised and thoughtful. Apparently it was not something she thought about much, nor was she really curious about.

"And I'm certain you will, Garry. I'm quite excited, you're the first person outside of my family that I've employed for sewing. Though, I admit, I was under the impression you may not have that much planned this season either.." she coughs lightly, "Have you met other people to spend time with, if you don't mind me asking?"

Nosey nosey. o/~ "Oh! Come to think of it, seeing as we're here, we should have a home cooked meal rather than ordering out. What are you in the mood for tonight?"

"Wait... how did you just 'go home'?" He blinks, frowning a little in his confusion.

When Hattie asks if he has other people to hang around with, the embarrassed man makes an uncertain little smile, scratching at a little spot on his cheek with a finger. "Not entirely, no."

The mention of a meal certainly appeals to him, and it's a more comfortable shift in subject. He's used to cooking for himself, so he suspects that Hattie would want him to prepare a meal for them both. Or whoever else stayed in the household. "It's been a while since I had Asian. Do you have any preferred recipes?"

"Hmn? What kind of question is that?" Hattie replies with a raised brow. "The Core can bring you here and it can send you home, didn't you know that? Well, you do now." and she can't help but feel a little smarter!

"No one understands the logic behind it, nor how it approaches it's decision I'm afraid. But yes, I went home, and then it pulled me back, though I didn't remember a thing about the Port while I was home."

The blonde isn't surprised about his embarrassed response, and it draws a little smile to her lips, "Well, the parties that are held are usually for everyone. It'd be an excellent opportunity to mingle."

Conversation about food? It's one of her favorites! "Oh, I love asian food! Well, actually I love sushi, I've never really had much of any other kind. What do you think about sushi, is that easy to make? I can't really tell from the bars I've been to."

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"N-not entirely..."

He's glad for the shift of the conversation to go to food. "Sushi is one of my favorite! It's a bit tricky, but I know how to make a few rolls." And with that, Garry starts looking for a bamboo rolling mat for the rice.

"Do you have any particular favorites?"

"Oh, I see. Well, I am hardly an expert on the matter, but if you'd like to know more I would speak with.. Mnn.. The neutral network. Or Nelliel; she models for me sometimes."

Then, Hattie's eyes light up. The very moment Garry declared sushi his favorite and he could prepare it, he became her favorite person in the world. "Oh that's wonderful! Please, you simply must show me how you do it! I've tried but, well.."

Let's just say it didn't work out well. That said, her curiosity is piqued and she actually wants to know a little more about her employee. Knowing what he's looking for, she moves and supplies him with a rolling mat which is protected in plastic film. She also points out to where her rice barrel and specialty knives. It's clear she's invested a lot into it... And ended up only using them all once.

"Shrimp! Though those are in the freezer. And I have vegetables in the fridge." ... "So why did you learn to cook? I don't know many men that do; that aren't servents, I mean."

"Nelliel? I'll keep her in mind, then."

At Hattie's enthusiasm for sushi, Garry can't help but laugh a little. "Certainly! Are the shrimp already cooked or raw?"

While she gets to setting the intruments on the counter, Garry takes the time to wash his hands with soap, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows.

"I live-- well, I lived alone before too, so I decided to build up my cooking skills to avoid adding the inches to my waistline from too many nights of fast food. I actually like baking most of all, especially with confections." Macarons!

"I'm sure you'll meet her soon enough, perhaps sometime we can all go to lunch together. How lucky, hmn? You'd be the envy of everyone in the port~." she teases, and that probably is not appropriate behavior to employees, but no one should be surprised that she just goes by her own rules for the most part.

"Oh the shrimp is.. Frozen. I try not to eat too much fast food myself, but.. Well, you know how it is," Hattie confesses with a bit of embarrassment, then she actually makes the effort to go to the deep freezer and draw the bag from it. She gasps at how cold it is, quickly bringing it to the countertop. Garry just becomes more and more intruiging! "Now that's interesting; you're handsome, into fashion, and you can cook and bake? You must have the luckiest girlfriend in the world~."

"I wouldn't mind that at all," He smiles as he fixes his rolled sleeves a little. The tease about being the envy of the port did make him smile a little bashfully, but when Hattie mentioned a girlfriend, Garry was quick to fall into a slightly flushed fluster.

"G-girlfriend? Um, no, no I don't--" Clearing his throat, he tried to distract himself by opening the back of shrimp and grab a mesh colander to dump a few handfuls of the crustaceans into in order to run them under the hot faucet water.

"Well then, consider it arranged."

Smirk.

Well, he should be fun to have around; Hattie couldn't have asked for a better employee! If she could get him to cook more often then things would work perfectly. She'll just need to come up with a carrot to entice him.

"You're kidding, Garry!" exaggerating her surprise, "Well, chances are that won't last for long once more people get to know you. If you don't mind me asking.. What are you looking for in your ideal woman?"

She then assures, "Don't worry, I don't plan to set up a blind date, I just like to know these kinds of things for.. Inspiration."

Pastries, Hattie. The golden carrot is pastries. And desserts, in general.

Once the the ice frosting the shrimp begins melting, Garry starts to select some individuals to peel the shell, tails, and legs off of them, setting the remains in the sink to wash down the garbage disposal.

"Wh-what?" He starts when Hattie pops that shocking question. Pausing mid-peel, Garry sort of gapes at Hattie in a stunned manner before a faint blush coats his cheeks and he looks back to the sink with a soft, throat-clearing cough. "I like a partner who is kind, intelligent, shares the same interests that I do.." He didn't exactly say woman, :>

Hattie looks so terribly amused, and she tries to hide her smile with her hand but it may be too late. Now, she doesn't catch on to the subtle wording right away, mostly because she's a bit disappointed by the answer. "Is that so.. Well, I suppose that is more exciting than it's worded, but I don't work the best with 'kind, intelligent' designs. I like daring.. Bold.. Strong.." her hands tightening into fists as she describes her ideal... Something.

"Though a hint of elegance doesn't hurt, of course.. And maybe not too daring, depending on the situation. Now, I don't always get customers like that, but they tend to want something 'unique'. So that makes me happy enough, I suppose. Oh, actually that reminds me.."

Hattie leaves the kitchen for a moment, then retuns with a sheet of paper. "I put up a few of your designs on my website and I have two customers interested in suits for a business party, though they're undecided on what they want exactly. I told them to come by on Monday. How do you feel about making recommendations to people? Are you comfortable with that?"

(OOC: Btw, if at any point you'd like to handwave, feel free to let me know!)

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G'ah! Sorry, it's that brain addling season!