Prescribed Recreation part 3: Chillax'n with a Vengeance

[fleurdesel]

Who: House 44, House 46, House 3, Saori, Steve Rogers, and whoever wanders in
What: Movie night on the beach
When: September 9th, in the evening
Where: The Beach
Summary: After an unfortunate tussle with a Chaos God, work on a farm, a swarm of refugees and stress piled upon stress, sometimes all anyone wants is to sit back and watch classic movies.
Rating: PG for possible adult language
Something that everyone could agree on was this: the past three weeks had been several shades of stressful. What they needed, what they all needed was something mindless and relaxing shared in the company of those they care for in a neutral environment. The beach works well enough, and it's not that far a trip for anyone involved.

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[fleurdesel]

Is it yet open? I have not heard much from it since I last spoke to Monsieur Jordan.

[She shrugs.]

A cream sauce, fresh mussels, a mild goat cheese and apples.

[folklorist]

I'm not sure actually. But, well, could always check to be certain.

[ Helios' eyes widen a little at that. ] That sounds delicious actually. I've never had a pizza like that, then again, I don't eat it very often.

[fleurdesel]

It's based off of a common dish in Normandy. Something my father made often whenever we spent the summers at the cottage. Perhaps I should try my hand at making the dish proper for you, you might enjoy it.

[folklorist]

[ Helios smiles at the word cottage. It's a sad but genuine smile. He and Elise had a cottage to which they used to go to as well. It was a good bundle of memories amidst all the bad. ] I'd like that Adele. It sounds like it would be delicious.

[fleurdesel]

Sometime next week, then? It will take me a few days to find the recipe in my personal journals, let alone recall the proper accompanying dishes.

[Cottage, yes. It had been a joy for her, a reprieve from the studying, the drills, the endless personal schooling. All her happiest memories of her childhood are bound up in that one, modest building.]

[folklorist]

That sounds fine. Whenever you feel, um, comfortable. I-I don't want to rush things, if you're busy. [ A pause as he munches on some popcorn. ]

What did your...cottage look like? Back home I mean. [ He sounds thoughtful and slightly sad as he asks that question. ]

[fleurdesel]

It is less of my being busy and more of my attempting to remember how. I'd rather not your first taste be a botched dish, Soleil.

[What had it looked like? Oh now that brought back a warm wave of memories. She takes a moment to find a stick and starts to draw out in thin lines what she remembers.]

It was an old building- very old. Updating the wiring and plumbing was a pain, apparently, but my father had most of that sorted by the time we were spending the summer there. It had three levels- a root celler where my father kept his wine, the main floor, and an upper floor that was partly an attic. It was made of worn stone and stained wood- the floor in the kitchen was a little warped but we learned to live with it.

[folklorist]

Oh, I'm sure it'll come out lovely Adele. I'm not worried about that at all.

[ He believes in your abilities Adele, he does! Now you just have to believe in him who believes in you. He gives a slight wave of his hand. He stops and listens to her words though. A small warm smile touching his lips. ] It sounds like it has a lot of history to it. I...own one as well, back home. From the way yours sounds it, it reminds me of it.

[ He has that with warm and a touch of sadness in his voice. There were a lot of good memories in that tiny little cottage. ] It's always the places you d-don't expect that have the biggest character a-and...and some of the nicest memories.

[fleurdesel]

[After all this time, she's come to have some measure of faith in her skills as a cook. She'll never be a gourmet chef but a simple, nostalgic dinner was no longer beyond her. Helios' instruction, his faith in her skill helped immensely. It's surprising what a little self confidence will do.] It did. I think it has been in the family for quite some time but I am not certain.

[Her father's father's father, perhaps? Or was it her mother's side of the family? She never could remember, there was a reason they had notecards and plaques about the manor when she was young. Like living in a museum, sometimes.] It was modest compared to the family home but...I loved how rustic it was. Some of my very favorite childhood memories come from it.