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Elda Marker

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[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.

[matchbreaker]

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.]

[matchbreaker]

... 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? ]

[feistytrader]

...Your family, the one in your memories. Could you describe them to me?

[...]

In appearance. I want to sketch them out more so I'll know them when I meet them.

[Yup. Nailed it. Perfect.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh... that's. Mmm. ]

I... alright.

[ INHALE. ]

The easiest to describe is actually my granddaughter. Err- her's, I mean. Her name's Karin, and she's the spitting image of me, looks petty much identical other than the fact she's much more curvy.

[feistytrader]

[Uh-huh, uh-huh--

He pauses what he's eating for a moment to stare right at Elda.]

She's you with a chest?

[Regret will come later, for now he just blurts it out. Do genetics really work like that?]

[matchbreaker]

... [ . . .

She gives him a look of really? ]

... She's also a little rounder in general. But yes, that's the big thing. We've got basically the same face ship and the same big eyes.

[feistytrader]

[...Look at how much curry he's stuffing in his face. Wow. This sure is great.]

Are hers red and spooky too?

[matchbreaker]

No, hers are closer to a dark brown color, actually. And her hair's a darker shade of purple.

[ ... Spooky, really? She - she shifts to catlike and ]

... Did I do it? I've been trying to work it out.