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exsiliumlogs2013-07-08 07:13 pm
crossbearing) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-08 07:13 pm
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We were born and raised in a summer haze
Date & Time: backdated to a few days after bombapalooza, 1pm-ish
Location: Helena's place
Characters: Helena & Jaime
Summary: one does not live off cereal from a box, sir
Warnings: gratuitous Adele lyrics and the eternal peril of CAPE ANGST
( She'd thought it was funny, after living in Sicily for so long, that people bought sun dried tomatoes, and for such exorbitant prices. You did it yourself, you bottle them, easy.
In Exsilium, there's not enough Sun, and she's not so convinced that she'd be able to find a jar of them sort of sacrificing a limb.
Add it to the list of problems with Exsilium: a serious antipasto deficiency.
Stephanie has already been subjected to multiple dinners (and has made some abysmal attempts at making pasta that were practically an insult to Helena's heritage), and she's wondering how to get Robin to come along with the others. Pulling together would be safest.
She'd never really seen herself as much of a host, but these things happen. Just as well she's taken on her mother's penchant for cooking her way through problems. (Never let it become public knowledge that the Huntress does, from time to time, indulge in some comfort carbohydrates. They just make thinking easier.
Helena's rubbing her hands on a dish cloth as she strides to the door. )
Come in.
( And immediately turning to move back down the corridor, because the sauce, Jaime. ) I'm glad you could make it.
( She's much less Gotham than as the Huntress, when no traces of Sicily are allowed into her speech. Gotham is still there, of course it is, but the division is accent is as useful for secret identities as anything else. )
Location: Helena's place
Characters: Helena & Jaime
Summary: one does not live off cereal from a box, sir
Warnings: gratuitous Adele lyrics and the eternal peril of CAPE ANGST
( She'd thought it was funny, after living in Sicily for so long, that people bought sun dried tomatoes, and for such exorbitant prices. You did it yourself, you bottle them, easy.
In Exsilium, there's not enough Sun, and she's not so convinced that she'd be able to find a jar of them sort of sacrificing a limb.
Add it to the list of problems with Exsilium: a serious antipasto deficiency.
Stephanie has already been subjected to multiple dinners (and has made some abysmal attempts at making pasta that were practically an insult to Helena's heritage), and she's wondering how to get Robin to come along with the others. Pulling together would be safest.
She'd never really seen herself as much of a host, but these things happen. Just as well she's taken on her mother's penchant for cooking her way through problems. (Never let it become public knowledge that the Huntress does, from time to time, indulge in some comfort carbohydrates. They just make thinking easier.
Helena's rubbing her hands on a dish cloth as she strides to the door. )
Come in.
( And immediately turning to move back down the corridor, because the sauce, Jaime. ) I'm glad you could make it.
( She's much less Gotham than as the Huntress, when no traces of Sicily are allowed into her speech. Gotham is still there, of course it is, but the division is accent is as useful for secret identities as anything else. )
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Uh huh, [he says, a little absent during the language lesson though the Scarab is an annoyance in the back of his head, rumbling its way through extremely clinical translations.
Probably to annoy him, but he can't possibly be annoyed in the face of pastries. He helps himself to one and takes a bite.]
Okay, it's settled. You're my favourite. Don't tell anyone.
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( So, so dry. She is, however, undeniably pleased, and she helps herself to a couple of them, too. )
So, you're all right with coming over here sometimes instead of living off stuff in packets?
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He just doesn't care most of the time, so yeah, the way to his heart totally includes crappy food. He looks undeniably pleased at Helena's offer, however.]
Oh, totally. I can help next time? I didn't know how serious you were about cooking.
[Jaime, don't offer. Helena, don't let him into your kitchen.]
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( Good work, kiddo. With a little shrug, ) If you want. I'm thinking about setting up an entry exam, though.
( Batgirl cannot ravioli, Jaime. She just cannot ravioli and Helena felt vaguely insulted.
No, okay she wasn't that bad, and the effort was cute, but Helena can still make fun of her forever. )