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Elda Marker

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[matchbreaker]

[ . . .

... You know what's actually flattering to her and she in no way wants to examine why that feels flattering to her. Toushiro's actually out at some practice or another right now, and in fact wanted to go there with a friend. Elda was a little disappointed but it's fine and it was the day between her two dates and... she's off from her job and-

... Look the point is that she was basically just looking at her hair and trying to decide if she needs to cut it when Silver peeked in and she's scurrying down the stairs to let him in ]

Of course, my boy! Come on in!

[feistytrader]

[...Should he have called? Elda seems pretty rushed about everything- whatever the case, Silver isn't wasting any time in coming inside because it's absolutely freezing outside and he'd much rather move somewhere warm. Sneasel doesn't agree with this assessment, but oh well.]

Did I come at a bad time?

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Of course not! You don't seem me on the clock, do you?!

[ Wa...hahaha!! ... Ha. ]

I've got something planned tomorrow night and I was just messing around with my hair upstairs, that's all.

[ So she hurried to get to the door, basically. ]

[feistytrader]

If it helps any, it looks fine.

[It's not something he says without any thought, either; he looks it over carefully and even reaches out to hold a bit of her hair in the palm of his hand. Hair isn't something to be taken lightly.]

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[ Oh... She smiles a little more warmly than - well, it's just warm. ]

Thank you. It's just... mm. It's longer than I've kept it in a while, and I keep thinking I should cut it but keep not doing that.

[feistytrader]

Why not leave it? You can always go back and cut it later. Besides, it's the winter.

[An it looks like he's absolutely following his own advice, given that his hair doesn't usually pass the shoulders quite this much. Let it be his first and last defense against the harsh winter winds.]

[matchbreaker]

Probably! I just keep fretting. Maybe it's because Elizabeth has me set up on these dates.

[ Which Silver has to know about, right? I mean. They're dating, so. Anyway, let's head in, maybe to the sitting room or kitchen? does she have anything made already... hmm... ]

[feistytrader]

So that was you she was talking about.

[It sounded close enough, anyway.]

Don't worry about showing off. Showing off is for people who need to make up for their lousy personality or poor looks.

[matchbreaker]

I'm not showing off, I'm bring presentable.

[ There's a bit of a difference! Probably! Huff! ]

[feistytrader]

And you're presentable no matter what length your hair is. You take good care of your hair.

[So take that, Elda-]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . :T ]

It's been a while, I can be permitted to fuss a bit.

[ But she does appreciate it all the same. Her cheeks color again at just how much of a while it's been. Outside of Albert, who does count but it's a strange situation there and that one silly "date" with Soliel who was much too young for her, before last night her last serious considered date was... seven years ago, she's sure. Hell, she admitted that to the world as a penalty at Ninja Warrior. ]

[feistytrader]

I guess it wouldn't be you if at least some fussing wasn't involved.

[Come on, that's a little harsh. Almost as harsh as being in the kitchen and knowing nothing is going to taste like anything. There has to be something he can do to help.]

You could wear some nice hairpiece. You have those, right?

[matchbreaker]

You like spicy things, right? You can still feel the burn and smell it.

[ A hair piece... huh.... ]

[feistytrader]

Right. Without spicy things, I think I'd be going insane.

[...Elda is a mindreader. She reads minds. ...Does this mean that she's making something good and hot?]

[matchbreaker]

I've been subsisting on aroma and texture. [ And... I mean, she's English, you've had her food. It's already ruined. But by the same token, being English...

... She does know how to make curry. She opens a pot to show one she's had going for a while. ]

I made it hotter than usual.

[feistytrader]

[...He doesn't respond immediately, instead taking a nice long moment to take in the smell. He wants to do more than just smell it- of all the things they could have taken away, why did it have to be taste, leave the senses alone- but that's significantly more appetizing than a tasteless dish has any right to be.]

I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

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This is also one of grandma's recipes! Modified, of course! She learned it from some Indian gentleman back in her day!

[ SEE.

ISN'T HER GRANDM GREAT??? ]

[feistytrader]

...Do you know how to make anything that isn't one of grandma's recipes?

[...Look, he's just curious, it's just a question-]

[matchbreaker]

Yes...?

[ :T

:T !! ]

[feistytrader]

I'm just asking. You're really into the family recipes, so I thought you might swear by them and only them.

[He opens his mouth to say more- not that there's anything wrong with her cooking of course- then rapidly decides against it before he says something really bad.]

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... No, I know how to make my own things. Hell, you've had them many times before now, especially back when you lived here! Usually I only break out grandma's recipes for important times.

[ She shakes her head, brushing back some hair and... ]

Do you remember that breaded chicken I used to make? That's an original to me.

[feistytrader]

[Breaded chicken... How is he supposed to remember a detail like that? He frowns for a moment as he tries to recall it...]

Why don't you refresh my memory? ...When we can taste things again.

[matchbreaker]

I'd love to!

[ Even if she's a little sad he can't recall it now...

Oh well.

Have some extra spicy curry. ]

[feistytrader]

[...This smells really good. Assaults his nose with spice. He calmly starts shoveling it down like it isn't intended to burn his tongue or esophagus in the process.]

Hey Elda, could I ask you something?

[matchbreaker]

Of course!

[ . . . She's his mom.... mom, ehehhee - right? ]