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It's raining.

Although that really doesn't do it justice, Shelley thinks wildly, running through the downpour, already soaking wet, and shivering in the wind. It had been warm this morning.

Bloody England.

She drops her keys twice as she fumbles to open the door before splashing inside, socks squishing in her shoes.

This is not a happy Shelley.

Date: 2007-01-17 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Sitting curled on the couch, Elan was calmly reading. He wore a perhaps overly snug fitting and garishly red shirt. He did not necessarily understand the humor involved, but it was what happened when one bought one's shirts off of the bin of surplus sold at a loss. He commented calmly to her.

"You look very cold. A hot bath has been drawn if you would like the use of it."

He knew that Shelley walked home and seeing the weather had drawn a hot bath for her use once she returned. Every little thing that he could perform would help.

Date: 2007-01-17 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Glancing over to her, Elan spoke in an off-handed manner, turning the page in his book. Normally, he would be interested in watching her bathe, but without his powers that was impractical.

"Hopefully, it is scented to your liking."

Date: 2007-01-17 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan sat for a moment still reading. When he was finished with the chapter, he would begin to prepare supper. Having walked down the street and fetched a few ingredients for the meal, he ought to be able to create a reasonable dish, and a nice dessert.

Date: 2007-01-17 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
As Shelley came downstairs in her pyjamas and dressing-gown, the kitchen brimmed with the sounds of cooking. Elan stood with flour on his hands and on his apron as he sautéed some garlic in the skillet. The counter was littered with ingredients as Elan had not managed to be a very efficient cook yet.

Date: 2007-01-17 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan ignored her for a moment, turning down the flame on the garlic. Too hot to truly extract the flavor; a low heat was necessary. Leaving the skillet unattended, he rummaged through the piles of cans strewn across the counter.

"I am preparing dinner, Shelley. Would you like to help? It would greatly expedite the process."

It would be nice for them to interact together on something with a relatively low chance of him ending up in a towering rage, and her in bitter tears. They had a difficulty doing that even while sleeping, so it would certainly be a change.

Date: 2007-01-17 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
With a small noise of acclamation, Elan pulled a can of coconut milk out from the pile of cans.

"A stir fry with a coconut milk sauce."

A pause as he glanced down at the flour covering his hands and apron.

"Do not worry about the dessert."

Date: 2007-01-17 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan frowned as he glanced at her. That would have been very helpful, indeed. He had found these metal cans very problematic. Why would anyone store food in such a thing?

"...You have a device to open these?"

Date: 2007-01-17 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Studying the device for a moment, Elan managed to open the can, and poured it into the skillet. He figured that she would be more comfortable if he did not have a knife in his hand.

"Would you like to chop some of the vegetables?"

Date: 2007-01-18 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Reaching around her waist, he turned off the heat. The skillet would keep it warm for a time. Moving a few cans, Elan maneuvered the rice cooker into position.

They were close enough to time to begin cooking the rice. Gesturing to one of the lower cabinets, Elan inquired of Shelley.

"The rice is in this cabinet, Shelley?"

Date: 2007-01-18 12:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Crouching down, Elan removed the container of rice and carefully scooped some into the cooker. Brushing his hands off on his apron, Elan walked over to the sink and drew a cup of water.

After pouring it into the cooker and setting it to a slow cook, Elan stopped for a moment and considered the matter. Here they were, he in an apron, and her in her dressing gown cooking dinner together. This struck him as rather strange, especially given how naturally this had come about.

There was something nice about it. Calm. No worrying about poison or plots, simply cooking dinner with her. The knife glistened wet as she chopped, the rhythmical pounding motions. He... could become accustomed to this.

Broken from his musing by a can toppling from a pile, Elan set the can back up, and proceeded to resume his efforts on the dessert.

Date: 2007-01-18 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Opening the pantry, Elan removed two bars of chocolate. After unwrapping them, he broke the bars into their component squares. From one of the pile of pans, he removed a small pot, and set it on the eye of the stove. After placing the chocolate squares into the pan, he turned on that eye. Though he liked standing next to Shelley, he would not want to irritate her while she had that pan of hot oil.

"If I am in your way, please do tell."

Date: 2007-01-18 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Keeping the heat low, he stirred the chocolate as it melted. He did not want it to burn, and it certainly would if the chocolate stuck to the bottom of the pan. Dipping a finger into the chocolate after it was a liquid, Elan tasted it.

Hurrying away for a brief moment, Elan grabbed a bottle of vanilla extract and poured a cap full into the chocolate. After stirring it into the heating mixture, Elan scurried over to the bowl of fruit. Picking up an orange, and a cheese grater that was lying in the pile of equipment, Elan grated some of the peel into the chocolate before stirring it again.

Once the chocolate was done, Elan saw that Shelley was nearly done with the main meal, so he removed the main dessert, a chocolate custard crouching in a cookie bowl of his own creation, from the freezer. Using the spoon, he poured the chocolate mixture over the dessert.

Contact with the frozen dessert solidified a shell of the chocolate, while the remaining liquid pooled at the base, filling the saucer that the dessert sat in.

Setting the pan aside, Elan licked one side of the chocolate-coated spoon. Tasty. Smiling, he proffered the spoon to Shelley.

Elan was not aware that he had chocolate on the tip of his nose.

Date: 2007-01-18 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Frowning slightly, Elan glanced down at his nose. He was unable to catch a glimpse of the offending chocolate.

How... unfortunate.

With a slight smile, Elan wiped a small bit of the chocolate onto his index finger. With a quick motion, he deposited the chocolate on the bridge of Shelley's nose.

"You also have some on your nose."

Date: 2007-01-18 11:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Shaking his head, Elan held up the spoon for her. With his other hand, he removed the chocolate from his own nose.

"Merely interjecting some levity--Would you like the spoon?"

Date: 2007-01-18 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan set the spoon down braced against a can so that the chocolate was not touching the surface of the counter. Lifting the two saucers with the desserts, Elan walked back towards the fridge.

"...I will return the desserts to the cooling unit until we are ready to partake in them."

Date: 2007-01-19 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
After placing the desserts in the cooling unit, Elan removed plates from the cabinet and began to set the table.

"What would you like to drink, L-Shelley?"

Date: 2007-01-19 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Nodding calmly, Elan filled two glasses up with ice and then with water. After placing the glasses, he sat down himself.

"Thank you for helping me with dinner."

Date: 2007-01-19 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Blinking in surprise, Elan thought for a moment before answering. It was very odd for her to be asking, and his voice mirrored his suspicion.

"I am. Why do you ask?"

Date: 2007-01-19 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan frowned but continued eating for a moment. This was very odd. Uneasily, he replied after a time.

"...I see."

After another moment, he inquired of her to continue the conversation.

"How was your day at work?"

Date: 2007-01-19 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan nodded calmly, and took a bite of his food. Being interested in her interests was an effective means of relationship building.

"As an administrative assistant, what do you actually do? I am sure that it is different than what I am familiar with."

Date: 2007-01-19 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan nodded calmly and sipped his water. That was not all that different from what was normal in the Second Age.

"Ah, much like Vashti did, then."

Date: 2007-01-19 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan nodded, seemingly unperturbed by her accusation. The Second Age had a world government and so autonomous governments were not really a concept he was familiar with, even the Shadow was unified under his rule.

"You said that you arrange official visits. Of what sort are they, usually?"

Date: 2007-01-19 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Elan sipped his ice water, and paused after he made an affirmative reply. It was rather odd for her to be conversing with him so readily, often it was like using Compulsion on her to gain conversation.

"Ah."

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