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[furgood]

Meulin Leijon
7752 Sweet Tea Alley
1334 Pound Cake Lane

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[furgood]

[Now she wishes she hadn't finished off her tea quite so fast, because it had been nice to have something to hide her faux pas behind. She twists a curl around her finger. Her cheeks must be burning. ]

I'm just usually good at this. That. Telling. [God. She pulls her hand free of her hair and flings them both out in a stop motion] Alright, conversation reset. I'm really happy for you that you have a platonic friend here with you. People aren't always lucky enough for that. There, a purrfectly acceptable response, I feel.

[devoutish]

[Platonic friend makes him chuckle, though again, it's not done meanly.]

I won't bore you with singing Royce's praises, though I could.

[Platonic or not, he really loves that man.

He raises his teacup like it's a wine glass.]

To old friends, eh? And to new ones, of course.

[Just a teeny tiny bit of maybe-flirting there.]

[furgood]

[She beams a brilliant smile and raises her empty cup]

To old friends and new!

WHOOPS I forgot he mentioned that earlier in the thead

[devoutish]

Ah, you're out - here.

[He stands, grabbing his cane to lean on as he walks back into the kitchen to get the teapot.]

Would you like something to eat? Biscuits? We've got that Chinese food too, as well; the noodles. It's marvelous.

you're fine!

[furgood]

Oh--I could get it!

[She swivels in her seat, half to just follow his speech and half in an effort to rise, to help]

I--really you don't have to go to such effort, you know? [It's not admonishing, more like laughter in her voice at his effort. His hospitality is sweet]

[devoutish]

[Alfie is a complete dickwad, but he can be a charming and charismatic dickwad - even genuinely so, not just as a trick. Here, he's being genuine.]

I'm walking into the kitchen, that's all. You're the guest; I'm not gonna make you help.

[He tries to talk over his shoulder as best he can, though she might miss a few words here and there, depending on how good she is at filling in the blanks.]

And it's for me, as well. I like biscuits; I like Chinese food. Never ate it at home. Weren't any restaurants for it in my neighborhood.

[furgood]

[Meulin certainly wouldn't classify himself as anything like that. As it is, she's charmed really. Tucking her legs up under her, as she tries to keep herself face to face with him, she drapes her arms over the back of the chair and rests her chin on her folded hands. ]

I'm going to make you come over now and not let you help at all, I hope you know that. [She does miss a few things, to be honest, but she hopes it's not the important things.] I think the biscuits might go better with your tea. The noodles go better with something lighter.

[devoutish]

[He nods, and brings over some scones and wafer-style cookies- the sort of thing he'd had back at his own place, and therefore the sort of thing Zephyr had seen fit to provide him with on arrival.]

Have you got things like this in your house? Things that remind you of home?

[furgood]

[Meulin decides on one of the wafer cookies, mostly because its tempting to pull it apart into its little layers. She pulls the top bit off to eat it and then feels a little silly, taking a little more normal sort of bite. ]

Plenty of things. There's special flour to make the kind of bread we liked in Four. It tastes delicious...I have all my pictures and clippings and things. It's less food and more atmosphere? But when I get some fish and make a few loaves--its like home.

[devoutish]

And so if I come to visit, you'll show me this bread and fish, mm? I bake bread too, you know.

[furgood]

Bread, fish, maybe I'll throw in some fresh fruit and vegetables to give you the full District Four scavenging experience. [Her smile is teasing] But is your bread purroper bread?

[devoutish]

I dunno, what's proper bread?

[furgood]

Well I like mine with the little bits of seaweed. So a little salty, a little briny, with sweet butter on it. Maybe some fruit preserves. So you get sweet and salty, it's so nice...

[devoutish]

Butter and fruit, yes. Seaweed, no. I suppose that's not proper bread, is it.

[He sits back down and grabs a scone for himself.]

[furgood]

Meowbe for you. Not for me. It's just what I grew up with honestly. They had this fluffy white crusty bread in the Capitol. It was pretty delicius in its own right.

[devoutish]

"Meowbe". Really?

[Look, he has to comment on that one; it's a lot more pronounced than the other puns.]

[furgood]

Don't hate. I am who I am. [grin ] It's a habit really.

[devoutish]

Well, I can make fluffy bread. I'd like to see about getting the ingredients to make challah, as well, but I'll need egg for that.

[furgood]

I'm pretty sure that someone has eggs. I've never heard of challah but I love trying new things!

[devoutish]

It's special. We eat it on holidays. Tell you what, if I whip up a loaf I'll bring some by.

[furgood]

You should. [She beams and leans in, elbows on her knees] I don't know when your holidays are. Do you? Time is so weird

[devoutish]

Zephyr was able to tell me the day of the week, and we've got one holiday that goes from Friday night to Saturday night. But the rest--

[He stretches his legs out with a sigh.]

No, they wouldn't work on this calendar.

[furgood]

Oh, I'm sorry. Would the seasons help with that sort of time keeping? [Pause ] We do have seasons, right? It's not summer all the time?

[devoutish]

Yeah, there are seasons. The seasons would tell me around when a holiday should be, but not exactly.

[He adds, sounding just slightly defensive:]

And that's important.

[furgood]

[She nods but looks a little disappointed that this didn't help.]

I'm sorry then. I...well are you still going to try to celebrate them?