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[bothfoulandfair]

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[It's her first wish of the flood - I wish Anna was here - that probably convinces her to get out of her room at a time when other people might actually be out and about for the first time since their visit to the other Barge. Anna's rag doll shows up on her bed, smiling at her from across the room, and she's torn between picking the thing up and hugging it and rushing out of the room and staying out until the flood's over. Maybe Dillon won't mind her staying with him, or in the infirmary until it's done.

She calms down, though, and the doll winds up tagging along with her out on her little expedition.

And things seems fine, until she makes her second one - I wish getting along with people here was easier - and she finds her head shoved through the neck of an oversized t-shirt with the words "This is Our Get Along Shirt", one arm through the left shirtsleeve and... apparently, someone else is occupying the same neckhole and other shirtsleeve.

Honestly? She can't even bring herself to be angry.

For now.]

Is this something you're familiar with, outside of the Barge?

[ooc: I'm definitely looking for this to be more fluffy than traumatic for Elsa, otherwise anything is totally fair game. c:]

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[bothfoulandfair]

[It's a reason that probably won't make itself apparent right now - she really doesn't want to talk about it.

She actually doesn't even know what happened to Scorpius after she attacked him. He attacked her. She's not sure which way to look at it.]

Can I help at all?

[deadly_ned]

...Can you hand me that bowl of rotten fruit over there?

[He nods his head to a small container on Elsa's side, where there is indeed a container of moldy cherries]

[bothfoulandfair]

[Well, this is certainly a useful side of your magic she's never heard of before. The bowl gets a skeptical look before she passes it over, and she waits expectantly to see what he does with them.]

[deadly_ned]

[With a smile, the Piemaker takes the bowl in hand, setting it down in front of him]

Usually I do this with one gloved hand and one ungloved, but given the circumstances..

[he plucks out the cherries, one by one, setting them from the bowl to the side in front of Elsa. As he touches each one, they go from black and shriveled to bright red and enticing]

[bothfoulandfair]

That's incredible, Ned.

[She doesn't sound floored, or like she's about to start chattering excitedly or anything, but it's honest, and maybe a tiny bit awed. She still doesn't know how she would have coped with anything, ever if she had Ned's magic, but seeing something like this - how even something she perceives as a bad thing, or at least a difficulty - feels... good. Really good, actually.]

Do you need help putting them in the pie? [Since you know. You're currently one handed.]

[deadly_ned]

[Giving a sheepish grin, the Piemaker ducks his head down, a little embarrassed]

I would. If you could.

Please.

[bothfoulandfair]

Tell me what to do. [And then she laughs, and it sounds genuine, even if this is a little embarrassing to admit to in some ways.] I've never actually made one before.

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker ducks his head down with a warm smile, happy to see Elsa's expression light up]

A forewarning: it's a little messy.

Start placing them in a circle around the rim of the pie, and work your way in. Please.

[bothfoulandfair]

That's fine. I don't mind.

[Well, maybe she does a little bit, but she'll pretend like she's not for his sake. Besides, this is a new little adventure to be embarking on, she can suck it up for a while, right?

She does as instructed, careful to keep them evenly spaced.]

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker watches with a careful eye, but there's only so far one can mess up in cherry-placement and he doesn't say much to the contrary]

So..is this the first time you've worked in a kitchen..?

[bothfoulandfair]

Yes. We had a staff at home.

[Which is a little strange to admit to - she hasn't been super forthcoming with her situation, but enough people probably know by now that it isn't such a big deal.]

[deadly_ned]

For everything food-related?

[It's a curious concept for the Piemaker, but he's not mocking; only attentive]

[bothfoulandfair]

I don't think most societies expect their rulers to make their own food.

[She corrects herself quickly, considering it's not like she has the specifics of how things work in other worlds.]

Unless it's different, where you're from.

[deadly_ned]

I'm not actually party to what the President does in the White House. Could be that he makes his own sandwiches. But probably not.

[bothfoulandfair]

The White House? That's where he lives?

[deadly_ned]

Yes. It's a big...white house.

Appropriately named, all things considered.