singinghuntress | IC Inbox: Duplicity

It's a perfectly valid excuse. But fine- will a fruit basket not cut it?

[He's not going to argue. Seems like it might be an exercise in futility, considering how their last conversation went.]

No, it von't.

[It would be an exercise in futility and a fruits basket just sounds lazy.]

I vould razher be offered zomething zhat has actual meaning behind it zhan just zomething you can pick up from zhe store. Especially for zhe kind of apology you owe me.

Can't be picked up from the store- that deprives me of a lot of options, Rip. Most reconciliation gifts come in packaging.

[A beat.]

Well, I'm not sure it would be reconciliation, in our case, but-

Will having something made for you suffice? I've cooked for Alucard. Presumably you can eat the same things as him.

Considering vat you did, I'd call zhis more of a peace offering zhan reconciliation. Zhat vould require more zhan you're villing to give.

[However, his offer of cooking definitely gets her attention. Rip's still getting used to eating solid food again so, she might just accept that.]

Zhat could be a start. If I like vat you make enough, I might just accept zhat as your apology.

Pray tell, what would you demand for reconciliation?

[He scoffs, at her response.]

You're being awful picky, considering I wouldn't usually apologise to a vampire, least of all- [Old habits die hard. He stifles himself.] Fine. Fine. Just come over to Alucard's when you're next available.

Nozhing you're villing to give.

[She's just going to leave it at that.]

You almost said 'freak'. You know I'm not one of zhe Major's Freaks anymore. I'm one of Alucard's fledglings.

[She huffs softly.]

Fine. I'll be over shortly.

You haven't even tried asking.

[Though he understands the lack of confidence, given that he almost called her one of the 'Majors freaks' again.]

I know that. Just- get here.

[Grumpily.

He prepares to close the feed, but ends up hesitating. Alucard is still sulking in his bedroom. He probably doesn't want visitors.]

Wait, I may have been a little too hasty in offering. Do you mind postponing?

Only because I haf a feeling vat I might ask for may get me killed.

[Either by him or Alucard.]

Fine.

[Pause and then a faint growl.]

Fine. Don't make me vait too long.

Your feeling is probably correct. Death is temporary, though, so go right ahead.

[Lol Anderson, please.

He makes a exasperated sound.]

Alucard is sulking, and I doubt I'd get far if I tried to hurry him along. You'll have to wait for as long as he needs.

Despite it being temporary, I'm in no rush to experience it again. Zhe first time vas traumatizing enough.

[Which, in a way, makes her the opposite of them. Weird.]

Und vho's fault is zhat?

[Huff.]

Zhe alternative iz cooking at my place if he's sulking zhat much.

I wasn't being entirely serious. Killing you would break a promise, my contract, and otherwise inconvenience me, so what is it, Rip? You really don't want me to wonder.

[The only response she receives to the reminder that it's his fault Alucard is sulking is a huff right back.]

I'll be by shortly, then. The less time I spend in this apartment the better, frankly.

Fine.

[If he really must know...]

A vial of your blood und a night of your time vith no veapons. No Alucard, und I am zhe one zhat determines vat ve do.

[He wanted to know... Could he stand a night with her in charge? And would it end up with her getting killed one way or another? ]

Zhen I vill be expecting you shortly. Buy vataver you need on your vay. My kitchen is still.. a little bare.

[Yeah, he is definitely not doing any of that.]

A vial of my blood and the absence of my weapons. Makes me think you would spend the night doing something horrible to me. Performing experiments, perhaps.

[That is the sort of thing nazi's do, particularly the Major's ones. Well... former nazi's to a much lesser degree, but still.

He's already on the move, eager to leave the apartment. The tension is smothering.]

I'll do so. It wouldn't be much of an olive branch if I made you provide the ingredients.

[She didn't think so.]

I'm a sniper, not a scientist or one of zheir assistants. I haf no interest in experimenting on people vhen I've already been zhe experiment.

[Blunt and too the point. Rip may have been one of The Major's Nazis, but, she wasn't one of Dok's assistants. She just dispatched of the failed experiments like her orders told her too.]

Fair enough. Vat are you planning on cooking?

Well then, what's the vial of blood for? Tabasco sauce? Have you taken up witchcraft?

[She's probably already aware, but- his blood is not recommended for vampires to drink. Has quite the burn to it. Alucard doesn't seem to mind, but it's Alucard, so of course he doesn't.

She'll hear shuffling in the background as he moves.]

A confectionery, provided that isn't disagreeable.

Hardly on eizher front. Vitchcraft und Illusions vere more Zorin's thing zhan mine.

[She was just one hell of sniper.]

Simply to see if you vill give it to me und perhaps to just haf. I know better zhan to drink it.

[As for the mentioning of sweets, she perks up a little.]

I find any manner of sweets agreeable.

So there's no practical purpose? It'd call it strange, but I've developed a higher threshold for that since I've arrived here.

[He'll prod her about it later. Right now, he has some shopping to do.]

Good. Expect me in twenty.

[The feed ends-

And twenty minutes later exactly, he'll arrive at her shop with a grocery bag hanging off a forearm and shoulder his way inside, footsteps heavy on the floorboards. Peeking out the top of the bag is some milk, flour, and sugar, so it's immediately apparent he's going to be baking something.]

Not at zhe moment, no. Call it a contingency plan eventually.

[That's all she's going to say on the matter as the feed cuts out. Twenty minutes later, she's sitting at the front counter in her shop as he shoulders his way in. Immediately she can see some of what's in the bag, driving her curiosity into overdrive of what he could possibly be baking her for his apology gift.

Whatever it was, she hoped it was delicious.]

You know zhe vay up stairs. Zhe kitchen is at your disposal.

[Rip slips out from behind the counter to head upstairs whether he followed or not. Once there, she settled on her small couch and just let him have free reign of the kitchens while she stayed out of his way. ]

[The layout of this place is lodged firmly in his mind courtesy of what happened last time he was here. He ascends the stairs, thumping his way up into the kitchen and setting all his supplies upon the counter.]

Do you have a heavy-bottomed pan?

[He glances over his shoulder as he speaks, already in the process of breaking eggs into a mixing bowl. He's capable of managing without one, but a heavy-bottomed pan would make the recipe easier to complete.]

[She had to think for a moment. Most of the cooking pots and pans were new to her since she rarely used them up until recently.]

In zhe bottom cubbard next to zhe fridge I zhink.

[Her pause doesn't give him great confidence in avoiding a lengthy search, but it turns out she's right: the pan is in the bottom cupboard next to the fridge. He retrieves it and gets to work, humming under his breath as he prepares the dough for Il Pandoro Veronese and a batch of zeppole. It's 'Amazing grace', because of course that's what he's humming.

The fridge will, presumably, have blood bags, which he'll be adding to the recipes at some point for obvious reasons.

It doesn't take him long to finish preparations and start cooking. The Il Pandoro Veronese will take longer to prepare than the doughnuts, well over an hour, but that's specifically why he's making some zeppole alongside; it'll give them something to chew on while they wait.]

Right. [He takes one of the mini-doughnuts out of the oil and rolls it in cinnamon sugar.] Taste test this.

[At least the pan was where she said it was. Though, honestly she didn't usually do the cooking around here...

She watched him cook, curious as he went about preparing the sweet dishes in her small kitchen. The addition of blood to the recipes caught her by surprise and pleased her a little as she lounged, spreading out across her couch with her arms on the armrest and her head resting on them while he worked on the mini donuts.

The call to taste test was answered quickly as she stretched before getting off the couch to wander over, curious with the scent of cinnamon sugar in the air.She took the offered treat and nibbled on it for a moment, testing to see how her stomach reacted.

When she didn't get sick, she eagerly took a few more small bites until it was gone, savoring the taste since its one she didn't get to experience often.]

It's delicious.

[There's blood in it, so it is perfectly edible for a vampire. Anderson always uses enough to leave the batter faintly pink, and the finished product retains that colour even through the application of the sugar.

The ones he made for himself are, of course, the inviting brown that they should be, and he dips one in cinnamon sugar and pops it into his mouth before responding to Rip.]

Good, because that - [He tilts his head to the oven.] Won't be done for at least an hour.

[Scooping out the rest of the zeppole, he gives them a shake in the cinnamon sugar and transfers them to plates. One pile for himself, one pile for Rip. Rip's is noticeably larger; this is meant to be an olive branch, after all. Or at least part of one.]

[She obviously didn't mind the pink tint to her food and it did make telling hers apart from Anderson's a lot easier as he divided up the piles and handed her a place. Rip took it and then turned to lead the way back to the couch.

His olive branch was definitely working so far it seems.]

Und exactly vat are you baking zhat takes an hour to do?

Pandoro.

[With an Italian lilt.

It's a Christmas cake. A fairly easy, simple one, but as enjoyable as a Christmas cake ought to be. The children of his orphanage always preferred this over anything that contained fruit, naturally. The recipe is second-nature to him by now, since most of the matrons would spend Christmas with their families and it was all hands on deck for anyone who remained.]

Most of the time will be spent letting it rise. The baking itself won't be nearly as long.

[After a moments pause, he joins her on the couch, plate in his lap.]

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