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Post by Greenie on Mar 27, 2008 15:42:40 GMT -5
 Chelan was hungry and bored, and there was no better solution to this problem than to head to the kitchens and sucker up a leveret for food! The Jossigy paraded through the hallways at a remarkably sedate pace for the doe, purposefully watching herself to not knock anything (or anyone) over, mostly to prove herself that she was capable of it. Normally she didn't care and just barrelled through.. and it was fun to snicker at the glares she got for it. Once she reached the kitchen she pushed herself through and hesitantly stopped where she was. Chel didn't go into the kitchens.. well, ever, really, not all the way through. She poked her head in and asked for things but didn't stay there for any length of time, so to actually sit down and look around was quite.. odd. "Hello?" She called out, not even sure if anyone was there. What did leverets do in their spare time, anyways..? |
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Post by Bee on Mar 27, 2008 16:14:23 GMT -5
 He had been quite engrossed in his work when he heard her voice. He stopped decorating the cake immediately. It was really her. He tried to think of something to do, but the only thing his brain supplied him with was a constant litany of oh bugger oh bugger oh bugger, which was really not helpful at all. He pulled himself together. He piped the final rose on the cake, a delicate pink bloom seated in light green leaves. He made his way toward the source of the voice. "Welcome to the kitchen," he said, and thankfully his voice sounded relatively normal and only slightly choked. He was pleased to have gotten the word out at all. He tried to will himself to meet her lovely eyes. He managed it for about half a second before looking back down at the decidedly less impressive tile. "May I help you?" |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 27, 2008 16:18:25 GMT -5
Ooh, there was someone here! The red one too, he was kinda cute but always looked down, what was up with that? Hmm. Chel tried to remember his name and came up with 'S', but her memory failed her for the rest of it. Simnail? Sohren? Somlet? She had no idea.
Chel grinned at him, happy she had someone to bother regardless. "Yes! I'm hungry," and really, really bored, "but I don't know what I want. Can you offer any suggestions?" Chel blinked at him cutely and put on the best "I'm a dumb doe" look she had, hoping he wouldn't tell her the food was in the pantry and to go look herself, that other leveret did it all the time.. that purpleish one, what was her name again? Whatever, that one wasn't here right now anyways..
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Post by Bee on Mar 27, 2008 23:19:17 GMT -5
Ah, food! This was familiar, easy territory, even in front of her. He finally looked up and managed a smile. She was so terribly adorable, especially with that expression on her face. His natural urge to feed people--and to please Chelan--kicked in full swing.
"Oh, yes," he said, and ushered her in. He grabbed a chair hurriedly. Best not to make the lady stand. Unless she liked the stand. In which case he was offending her deeply and was a total fuck-up who was going to die loveless and alone, but he didn't want to think about that at the moment.
"I can make you plenty of lovely and delicious things. Is there anything in particular you have a yen for? I'm very good at making desserts. You could snack on a few of things I've prepared while I make you something more specific."
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Post by Greenie on Mar 27, 2008 23:52:49 GMT -5
A bit surprised at his boldness but willing to be led, she daintly sat down on the offered chair and watched him with the trademark doe eyes that seemed to work on.. just about everyone, really. After a minute she shifted so her hair fell over her eyes and she had to reach up to move it away--she couldn't help it! It was so fun to watch him follow her every moves, even if she did feel a bit guilty about it afterwords.
"Hmmm.." Chelan thoughtfully tapped a paw to her chin as she pondered what kind of food she was in the mood for. "Well.. I'm always in the mood for chocolate!" She said, with a completely honest smile. Chocolate was her best friend some days, especially when she wasn't in a good mood, and if he could cook dessert, he damned well better be able to do something wonderful with it.
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Post by Bee on Mar 30, 2008 15:23:36 GMT -5
This news pleased him immensely. He was good with chocolate. He could make her a castle out of chocolate. But that would probably take too long and make her all sticky and messy when it started to melt, which would ruin her lovely fur, so he settled on fixing her the best damn array of chocolate desserts he was capable of making. He set a small tray of little cakes and chocolate figures he had made earlier in front of her, hopefully to keep her satisfied until he was done with the real cooking.
He tried not to let himself get totally absorbed in the process like he usually did, though. He didn't want her to become bored and wander off. Not that he really knew what to talk about, which could prove to be a big road block in that department. Curses and drat.
"So," he said, but his brain supplied him with entirely unfeasible continuations of that thought. So, your hair is lovely. So, do you like to be covered with chocolate. So, how's the sex going? It must be such a wonderful, sexy time for you, I hear Remmington is quite gifted sexually. He settled on this: "So I think you should try the little chocolate on the very left of the plate because it has lemon filling which kind of looks like your eyes."
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Post by Greenie on Apr 4, 2008 21:16:33 GMT -5
As soon as she saw the plate of chocolates and watched them being set in front of her, the doe's eyes glazed over like he had just presented her with a pile of diamonds and told her they were all for her.
Diamonds = Chocolate.
Duh.
What the Josiggy wanted to do was make a pile and shove it all in her mouth and let it settle, but that would be unladylike and she really didn't like it when people stared at her for her lack of manners. Chel had manners, she really did!--she just didn't use them all the time..
Instead, she picked one with caramel on the top and took a dainty, teenytiny bite and let that just sit in her mouth. When he started off with a brief, 'So,' her eyes snapped back to attention and managed to focus on his face.
Red. Good. That was a good focal point, nice and bright.
Unfortunately he mentioned the word 'chocolate' and 'lemon' in the same sentence and the doe didn't hear the rest of it so didn't hear anything involving her eyes. She just set the caramel one down and blatantly shoved the lemon one into her mouth, earlier thoughts of being dainty and ladylike forgotten.
Fuck this, he had chocolate!
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Post by Bee on Apr 15, 2008 23:31:15 GMT -5
He was quite thoroughly delighted by how much she seemed to be enjoying the chocolate. He had never seen her quite so animated. Perhaps he would need to sneak her chocolate and watch--no, that was a terrible idea. If anyone found out that a Leveret was giving gifts to a Doe--and by "anyone" he meant "Remmington"--he would probably be hunted down and hanged from the rafters, after which he would be flayed and have his pelt bartered off to anyone who needed a new throw rug.
He repressed a shiver. Unhappy thoughts. Now was not the time for unhappy thoughts. Now was the time to enjoy the company of his beloved, and bake her sweet things. He sneaked a glance at her. She was so pretty when she was undignified and stuffing her face with chocolate. He wished he could paint.
After clearing his throat, he said, "Do you prefer sweet buttercream filling, or a more tart raspberry?"
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