sticksandbones | [CLOSED] Mydei #1 Finalist of Hell's Kitchen S25

[CLOSED] Mydei #1 Finalist of Hell's Kitchen S25

Who: HSR cast!
What: Mydei is making everyone dinner 😊💖
When: Early May
Where: Kitchen in the Inn
Warnings: none I can think of, will update if necessary!

In the spirit of camaraderie, Mydei has graciously agreed to cook everyone, new and old friends alike, a wonderful dinner! Surely nothing will go wrong and everyone will be normal.

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[With a satisfactory meal now consumed, Castorice politely excuses herself into the kitchen. When she returns, it's with a pot of tea in a rather lovely looking teapot, along with six cups. She makes sure to pour one for everyone.

And you know what. She even passes out little cookies, too. Because she can.]

It's ginger. It will help process the meal properly. [And as for the cookies, after a little laugh she adds:] Those are just because.

[Somewhere in the midst of the festivities, amidst laughter and stories being shared, Castorice allows herself to slip into the background. She's quiet enough that she figured no one will miss her, not for a few minutes at least.

She just needs a moment.

With her notebook out on her lap, Castorice folds over as she writes a few lines. It's not a full poem, that will come late. But a few scattered thoughts in the moment will help capture the mood later on.

Perhaps a word or two might be spied, before Castorice seems to realize she's not alone. ]

-hymns strung together through the sound of laughter.

-hands of blood now free to nurture

-soul of grief grapples with levity and light

-free from eternity's cruel fate.

[It's easy to find Mydei in the kitchen.

Between the scent of cooked meats and spices, one can hear the sound of pots bubbling and pans sizzling, along with Mydei chopping vegetables.

If you were to peak inside, you would see Mydei without his gauntlets or pauldron, and a pink apron that says 💋 Kiss the Cook ❤️

His hair had been pulled back and away from his face, and he seems to be focusing on the task at hand.]

[Mydei happily takes the cup, giving Castorice a soft smile as he warms his hands on it got a moment.]

Thank you, Castorice.

[He also takes a cookie...

Two cookies.]

Of course. Please enjoy!

[She'll skitter away to finish handing out tea but...

before long she's back. She sits somewhat close, but not directly next to him. You know. Subtle.

After a bit, though:]

... Is it to your liking?

[Between when she headed him the treats to when she returns, he had finished his cookies and was sipping on the tea.

It was hot, but it wasn't something that could hinder him. Kremnoans thrived in heat, after all.

He just knew that tea was meant to be enjoyed at a slow pace.]

Yes, it is.

[He looked at her, a small smile brushed his lips as he took another sip. He still had his hair pushed back, so his face was more visible it it usually was.]

Will you not also drink some? Come, relax with me.

[It's almost difficult to look at Mydei now. There's something charming about how he looks with his hair pulled back, and Castorice isn't sure what she's supposed to do about that.

Maybe that's why she managed to forget her tea on a table nearby. And her forgetting is almost certainly the only reason why her skin warms, what do you mean. She stands up long enough to retrieve it, then settles down. She's at least an arm's length away, happy to give him space.

Even if she wouldn't mind being closer.]

It was a wonderful meal, Lord Mydei. Thank you for agreeing to host.

[ Unfortunately for his new friend, Jing Yuan is an observant sort. Even as he rouses from his post-food nap – which may or may not have been partially a front to observe his new comrades – he notes her absence. It does not take much work to peel himself away from the group at large.

He does not attempt to read what she has written down. He may be many things, but he is not the invasive sort. He observes for a time, then lightly clears his throat. ]

I hope you'll forgive my trespassing on your moment away from the hustle and bustle. Is everything alright?

[Cyrene is a terrible cook, you don't want to trust her anywhere near the stove or gods forbid, a knife. However, she is very interested in the act of watching Mydei cook, and is trying to figure out the balancing act of not taking up space or getting in his way while also watching everything he's doing like ◕⩊◕❀?

Eventually, she finds herself sitting on the counter off to the side in a space he's not using, legs swinging a little as she oh so dutifully does not help.]

What's that called?

[Pointing to a random vegetable--]

[When Cyrene is not pretending to be helpful in the kitchen (spoilers: she's sooooo unhelpful ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.), she is instead doing her best to mingle with everyone. Yes, even you! Hello :)]

How's your night treating you so far, friend?

[Castorice lifts her head almost immediately. Though her cheeks color, she doesn't seem offended in any capacity. That said, judging by the way she rapidly shakes her head, maybe she's a little spooked? Oh well.]

Ah, everything is fine. I... was enjoying the moment quite a bit, and wanted to write down my thoughts before I forgot them. [Though she closes her notebook, she taps the cover.] I dabble in poetry, from time to time. If I ever wanted to create a poem about tonight, I would love to have notes to refer back to.

[As promised, Castorice is at the ready. She doesn't know the first thing about being a sous chef, but she grabbed herself her own apron (a woefully plain one, comparatively).

For now, she's decided to lend her hand with likewise chopping vegetables. Mostly to. Hide the carrots, it seems?

Don't worry about it.]

Is this enough?

[Normally! Phainon would also be on the mingle train, busying himself with chatting deep into the evening hours. It's where he's always been able to find a sense of ease, sociable as he is!

It's perhaps notable when he's taken the chance after dinner to quietly slip off for a minute or two, then. He hasn't gone far, just out the front door onto the deck, leaning on both arms against the railing. He's staring... Somewhere? Off into the distance. Where, isn't really that important, and the moment Cyrene speaks it's like he startles back to awareness with a jolt. The briefest disoriented look flits across his expression before it's replaced with a bright smile and quiet huff of laughter.]

As fairly as it can, given I've eaten myself halfway to unconsciousness. What about you? Enjoying the festivities?

[Hi guess who is slinking in when Mydei has his back turned to snatch up a pan from the stove and take over cooking it?

...

He's stirring more seasoning in before you can stop him. Too late.]

[He's quick to make room for the tea and the cookie both, perking up at the latter with clear, readable excitement.]

Oh, thank you, Castorice! Did you make them? The cookies, I mean.

[Listen he may have just eaten a whole meal but he's never one to deny himself desserts.]

[The brightness of his smile is matched in kind by her own, and she carefully slots herself in next to him, mimicking his stance as she leans on the railing and hums out an agreeable note.]

Oh, of course. Mydei's cooking is fantastic, and it's been so nice to meet more people who share our good friend in common.

[Part of her wonders just how much more interesting this experience would be if the Trailblazer were here with them too, but she lets the thought continue to pass by without dwelling on it too much. Right now, she's focused on Phainon — he's being much too melancholy for her tastes right now. Whatever she could do to ease his burden... well, she'd like to do it. What else are friends for?]

You know, it's been a really long time since I've had so many opportunities to talk to you like this. Just the two of us~ ♪

[The enthusiasm radiating off of Phainon is almost unbearable. Castorice can't help the way an endeared smile spreads over her lips. She almost doesn't sound sheepish as she answers:]

I am afraid not. Lord Mydei was quite busy in the kitchen, and as I offered to help when planning this, I did not wish to deviate from my promise.

[Her head tilts, just a little.]

Maybe next time?

Agreed. Hearing them and Dan Heng talk about the people they've met is... Something quite a bit different from getting to meet them for ourselves.

[He's still not used to this. Speaking to her, seeing her with his own eyes; it's a little like trying to stare directly into the sun, like if he does so for too long it will burn the after image into his retinas for the rest of his life.

...With that thought in mind, his eyes stay fixated on her when he continues.]

It has, hasn't it? [Black robes and ash, flashing steel melting into the scenes he'd seen in Castorice's memories. The same robes, and his own face peering back from beneath the hood. Pink tinged with gold, so much gold, always gold-

He tucks his hands together, squeezing the left in the palm of his right.]

I should apologize, by the way. You finally manage to grow a few feet, and you're still so much smaller. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten so much when we were kids?

Kind of like meeting the heroes of your faerie tales in the flesh!

[She responds cheerfully, head tilted a bit to keep her eyes keenly fixated on his face. She idly brushes her hair out of her face and behind her ear, her various trinkets and accessories clinking audibly in the otherwise quiet night air like a little chorus of chimes.

Then, at his little quip she can't help but snort, before feigning an air of offense at his audacity.]

Excuse you, I take all this time to grow up into the most beautiful and charming woman you've ever seen, and your first comment is to call me short?

[The huff of laughter comes a bit easier than he'd expected it to, and he rolls his fist up to make room to slot one thumb in against the other. Not quite twiddling his thumbs, more rubbing the pad of one against the joints of its pair.]

Well, you've already gone and made all the other comments, so I thought I'd add in a new one for a bit of variety.

[He does finally look away here, out into the night air of the grove, then down at his hands.]

Mydei called me beautiful, you know.

[She feigns an air of sadness, also looking away while simultaneously clearly watching him out of the corners of her eyes.]

But fine. If you're going to be like that, I suppose I'll have to work even harder to win back your favor and earn a real compliment~ ♪

[She leans to the side a little, more arm to arm with him than before, to tilt her head further into his lowered field of vision, giving him a wink.]

Don't keep me waiting for it too long though, okay?

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[CLOSED] Mydei #1 Finalist of Hell's Kitchen S25

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AT THE TABLE; DINNERTIME

FOOD COMA; POST-DINNER

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