[Session 4] "And on the white meadow I look for deer’s footprints"

[subject_013]

Who: Albert Wesker and... you!
What: February catch-all.
When: Throughout the month
Where: Different parts of the town

Content Warnings: Potential NSFW stuff in the Chocolatier thread

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( visiting . . . )

[danserai]

[ knock knock. ]

Dr. Wesker, are you there? It's me, Ahiru!

Re: ( visiting . . . )

[subject_013]

[A door chain and something else rattle and clink, then a bolt thumps back before the latch lifts and the door opens. Wesker peers out, in his shirtsleeves. The tips of a pair of cats ears might peep amid his blond hair. A scent like roses wafts over his shoulder from the rear of the house.]

Ahh, Ahiru, what brings you here?

[danserai]

Oh, I thought I'd check up on you.

[subject_013]

Well, it's much appreciated, especially in this month of affection and connection in all its forms.

[He'll step back, holding the door open wider for her.]

You came at a good time: I've been making rose jam. Some for my own use, some for gifts. Some to trade in Willful Machine.

[danserai]

Rose Jam . . . ? Do you make out of roses?

[subject_013]

Fresh roses: they're edible, did you know? People have been cooking with them for centuries.

[He'll beckon her to follow and leading the way through the foyer and past a staircase, down a hallway leading past several rooms including a study, and opposite, a kitchen cluttered with pots and bowls of roses. On the stovetop, a large aluminum pot bubbles. Cypher, with a tiny chef's toque on their head, stands over it, perched on a box on the draining board, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon.]

[danserai]

I didn't know that.

[ not surprising. ahiru knows very little in general. she waves at cypher. ]

Are you making it for yourself and Mr. Cypher?

[subject_013]

Partly for our own stock, partly to trade some, and partly for gifts for a few friends.

[Cypher looks up from stirring and waves a paw to Ahiru.]

'Allo, Miss Ahiru! Come in out o' the cold?

[danserai]

Hi Mr. Cypher! I'm just here visiting.

Do you make gifts often?

[subject_013]

Good to 'ave ye visit! We've missed ye.

[Cypher returns to his stirring. Wesker, meanwhile, has fetched a deep basket of roses in mixed colors and set it on a stool beside one counter as he proceeds to take out one rose at a time, removing the stems and leaves, discarding those and dropping the petals and core into a clean pot.]

Not often, though I do cook for myself quite often. There's considerable similarity between following a recipe and following a laboratory formula. It merely required applying the same process to a gift for those who've found their way into my heart.

[danserai]

[ ahiru gives a nervous laugh. ]

You make it sound like it's a bad thing, Dr. Cypher.

[subject_013]

I hope I didn't sound too dour, but the similarity struck me while I was puttering here. I've probably spent so much time working alone that I'm prone to oversharing observations.

[Cypher stands up a little taller, holding up the wooden spoon, on which the jam is sticking consistently.]

Oy! you got me to listen. And right now, I think this might be ready to pot up.

And fortunately, there's some fresh jars in the warm water bath. Ahiru, would you like to remove the green leaves and stems from these?

[danserai]

Uhm, sure.

[ seems easy enough. easy enough for her at least. ]