(no subject)

[dissonates]

Who: [Bad username or site: mirrorbirth title= @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: goldenfirefly title= @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: xelhes title= @ livejournal.com] ([Bad username or site: lostinmyway title= @ livejournal.com] if she's at home and interested!)
What: A surprise dinner guest
When: Today
Where: House 34
Summary: Asch stops by on the pretense of borrowing cooking stuffs. Kidnapping to follow.
Rating: G? PG?


[Generally, Asch doesn't get out that much, as far as socializing goes. Doesn't visit around, doesn't go out of his way to meet new people or even see familiar ones. Just part of his typical behaviour. Unfortunately sometimes fate demands that he go and talk to people. Such a novel concept. A man has to do what a man has to do, though. And a man has to eat. Generally when he's hungry. A particular craving, however, means that when you break something you need to cook that craving with means that you need a replacement. And when there's none to be found at the store...

...He hates asking for favours. But that's why he finds himself outside House 34, somewhat sullen about the current situation, knocking on the door.

And he'll be stuck there for the rest of the evening, whether he likes it or not.]

Comments

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[It isn't often that House 34 has many visitors. It's far out of the way, far south of the usual hustle and bustle of the village. It's peaceful, but at times, Stella can get very lonely. She loves to visit with people, after all. But no matter how often she brings up the idea of moving closer, it's always met with refusal. Especially now that they're getting a wood burning stove instead of the vile electric one...

So, the knock on the door catches her by surprise. Here she had just finished taking out all the ingredients necessary for dinner tonight, and was almost done cutting up tomatoes for the sauce.]

I'll be right there! [After a few finishing slices, Stella washes her hands, dries them off, then walks briskly to the door to greet whoever's outside. The sight surprises her, as do most visitors, but that quickly wears away in favor of a warm welcome, and she steps back and opens the door a little further, a gesture to come inside and out of the heat.]

Asch, hello! What a pleasant surprise. [Literally. She could use some help. ... Well, actually she couldn't, but it'd be nice to keep some company around. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to who isn't a Ferines or someone who forgets what the conversation is about...]

[dissonates]

[Asch dips his head in a very slight greeting, though he doesn't accept her invitation in just yet. He's trying not to make it obvious that he's only stopping by, but he has dinner to make. And an unsupervised cheagle alone in the apartment.]

Do you have a rolling pin I can borrow?

[Small talk, what is small talk. This is way more efficient. ...Okay, and maybe he's been in a lousy mood all week.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

I may have a clean one in the kitchen somewhere... [And with that, she takes Asch's wrist and pulls him inside. Jeez, man, as if the invitation wasn't obvious enough!]

But first, would you like to help me cook dinner? I could get done a lot faster with your help.

[dissonates]

Wh- [Asch stumbles along behind her, eyes widening; if it had been anyone else, he'd have wrenched his hand free, but he didn't want to hurt her. Instead she gets his awkward attempts at conversational protests.] I can't stay, I have my own food to cook. [And an unsupervised cheagle seriously why did he not put Star outside.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Oh, come now. Are you sure you don't want to stay? It's chicken parmesan tonight.

[She lets go of his wrist, though, and keeps a hand on the open door. Really, he can leave if he wants after Stella gets the rolling pin for him. She just thought she'd try.]

[dissonates]

[....Chicken parmesan. Right to his weak point. Did she have to do that? It's like she knew. Or maybe she does. Did Guy tell her? Is he that obvious? Maybe it's lingering from the Valentine's- NO HE IS NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT.]

Do you even have enough for an extra person?

[STALLING.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Asch, she was planning on chicken parmesan before you even got here. It's just a coincidence that it happens to be his favorite.

Stella's smile widens a bit at that. Oh, she knows she's got him.]

More than enough, actually. I could even send some home with you after we're done eating.

[dissonates]

[Dammit, he can tell by her smile that he's doomed. With a muffled and very vague agreement, he shuffles the rest of the way inside.] I don't need leftovers, it's fine...

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Her smile turns into a grin, and Stella shuts the door and walks after him, placing her hands on his shoulder blades once she reaches him as if leading him to the kitchen.]

If you insist. I've only just started, but I trust you know what to do. [She has learned a thing or two during that Valentine's experiment... Though she'd rather not think about that too much.]

[blessingone]

[Some time later, Fenimore returns from a walk in a fairly good mood. It was much too hot, especially considering her standard for overdressing, but she had just spent the last little while sitting in the river. Much cooler. Luckily, Ferines clothes dry pretty well, so she's only a little damp by the time she walks in through the door.

She removes her shoes, humming not entirely on-key under her breath, and waltzes right on in. At least, until she sees Asch. Regardless of what he's doing right now, she's going to come up short at the sight of a man she's never seen before (I think) in her house.]

[dissonates]

[She's lucky she was busy with Sokka during Valentine's, or she'd have had the pleasure (ha) of meeting Asch before. At the moment, however, he merely looks up at her entry, looking as if ready to defend the house from an intruder despite holding a bowl he's in the middle of mixing, armed only with a wooden spoon.]

Who're you?

[Best first impression ever.]

[blessingone]

[...Actually the wooden spoon defence is kind of funny and is helping to defuse her concern over the situation. Granted, given her lack of self-defence, at least half the village could kill her with a wooden spoon if they really put their mind to it, but it's pretty much impossible to take the threat seriously.

Which is not to say that she's exactly pleased. She still places her hands aside of her hips.] I live here. Who are you?

[dissonates]

[Asch gives her another long look, considering that reply. Blonde hair, kind of hostile. Probably the Ferines. That means-]

I'm Asch. You're Fenimore, aren't you?

[blessingone]

["Kind of hostile" is a good identifier for Fenimore, even if she's disagree. She looks a little surprised when he identifies her and nearly goes into a "how do you know my name?" tirade, but she stops herself just as she opens her mouth to start it. She closes it and starts again.]

...Yes. Did Grune tell you about me? Or was it Stella? [She assumes it wasn't Sophie.]

[dissonates]

Stella. [He doesn't do baby talk.] She invited me in.

[blessingone]

[That sounds reasonable enough, so she lets her hands drop and relaxes somewhat. Then she glances down at the bowl.]

...She invited you in to cook? [So many questions, Fenimore.]

[dissonates]

I came to borrow something and she got me to stay. [Don't ask how. It's a non-transferable power, and now he's stuck here with you strange people. WHY DID SHE LEAVE HIM HERE-]

[lostinmyway]

[At some point during the preparation of supper, Grune wanders in with yet another bouquet of flowers in hand. Seeing the kitchen is occupied by one more person than usual, she doesn't so much as blink.] Hello! Are you making supper?

[Before she even gets an answer, she'll start rummaging about for something to put the flowers in. You might want to stop her before she makes off with all the drinking glasses again.]

[dissonates]

[All these people he doesn't even know. Man, this is going to be a weird dinner. 8| Asch currently has been delegated to the job of chopping vegetables, so he's armed with a knife this time! This keeps getting better and better.]

Shouldn't you be asking what a stranger is doing in your house?

[lostinmyway]

Oh, should I?

[She seems to ponder this for a moment, completely unfazed by the knife-wielding stranger, before going back to looking for a vase for her flowers.]

[dissonates]

[...What kind of answer is that?]

That would be normal, yeah.

[lostinmyway]

Oh. All right.

[Oh, here's an empty jam jar. This will work perfectly!

She takes it to the sink and fills it with water, then carefully arranges her wildflowers inside, humming all the while.]

[dissonates]

[...That... is definitely not alright, woman. WHY IS SHE SO COMPLACENT ABOUT THIS.

Please excuse his baffled stare.]

[lostinmyway]

[She doesn't remotely notice the stare, but only continues to arrange the flowers. Once she finishes, she considers her work, then draws out an aster and offers it to Asch.]

Would you like a flower?

[dissonates]

[He eyes the flower dubiously, looking thoroughly unimpressed.]

What would I do with that?