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It doesn't take very long to ask around, and soon I have everything I need to make a really large, extremely delicious batch of chocolate chip cookies. I've even been shown to a small kitchen, which makes me think that I'm not the first of the spaceport's guests to have a yen for something self cooked.
Did I say everything? I'm missing something. Where's Arthur? I attach a note to the door of the kitchen, explaining that it's still in use, I just had to run and get something, and go searching for my bathrobed friend.
Did I say everything? I'm missing something. Where's Arthur? I attach a note to the door of the kitchen, explaining that it's still in use, I just had to run and get something, and go searching for my bathrobed friend.
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Date: 2004-01-14 11:44 am (UTC)With a sigh, I turn, seeking escape from this utterly rude person who seems to find me compelling. That tells me right there he's quite off his rocker.
"Uruviel! Thank goodnes, I'm so glad to see you. Were you looking for me? I hope so, please say you were."
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Date: 2004-01-15 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-15 03:54 pm (UTC)But she intends to bake me cookies, and that is a perfect use for a kitchen.
"I see! This is a treat. Quite a treat, indeed! I'll tell you what. I will attempt to brew us a proper English tea while you bake. There's nothing as comforting as tea and cookies. Well. Except for tea and freshly baked cookies. Baked by you."
And yes, I'm stammering now. Oh well.
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Date: 2004-01-16 09:29 am (UTC)Flour, sugar, shortening, humhumhum. Completely lost in my own little world, I slip into the slight trance I usually fall into while baking. The rhythm is soothing, after all.
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Date: 2004-01-16 05:13 pm (UTC)Genuine imitation Earl Grey tea from Methorphia IV - a British colony settlement planet. Guaranteed to be nearly almost quite like a shadow of the real stuff, if anyone remembers what the real stuff was like, anyway. Warning: Prolonged usage may result in loss of short term memory. Enjoy!
Wincing, I look up and see Uruviel peacefully baking. Suddenly, the tea seems fine, the kitchen seems like heaven and all's right with the world. I move to put the kettle on.
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Date: 2004-01-16 08:51 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry, I zoned out. Is the tea all right?" I dip a spoon into the batter and offer it to Arthur. "I don't know if you like the raw stuff, too."
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Date: 2004-01-17 11:33 am (UTC)I nibble happily on the cookie dough, and watch Uruviel putter about with more preparations. The kettle starts to softly whistle.
It's very difficult right now to remember that I'm actually in space at a strange resort, and not in Islington back on Earth. I'm more content this moment than I've been since leaving my planet, and the one I have to thank for that is an elf from another dimension. Seems fitting somehow.
"Thank you."
I don't bother explaining why I'm thanking her, but I do get up my nerve to give her a kiss on the cheek and a sincere smile.
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Date: 2004-01-17 11:37 am (UTC)Wiping off my hands, I start putting the excess ingredients away. "I think there are mugs around here, but I'm not sure which cabinet."
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Date: 2004-01-17 11:59 am (UTC)"There must be china cups and saucers here, let me see, let me see, AH. Yes."
I've managed to locate some cups with the Ritz logo embossed in gold on the sides. Quite nice cups, actually. The tea steeped, I pour us each a cupful."
"So then. Milk? One lump or two?"
So nice to be asking such pleasantries, rather than the questions I've been asking of late, things like 'So, this is it, we're all going to die' or 'Zaphod, I don't think you should push that button'.
"The cookies smell wonderful!"
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Date: 2004-01-17 12:07 pm (UTC)The cookies are done, and I slide them out, shifting them onto baking racks to cool. Perfect. Leaving the hot baking pan there, I put a second one into the oven, already loaded with dough. Probably two more of each, if I've estimated right. Three dozen cookies.
Belatedly, it occured that I might have made a few too many. Oops.
"Milk and two, please." I've had tea before, of course, but Jade's brand of choice smells something different than this. I grin wasily at the compliment, accepting my teacup and inhaling the fragrant steam. "Mmm. So does the tea." I take a cautious sip, trying to avoid burning my tounge.
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Date: 2004-01-17 06:27 pm (UTC)"Americans have no sense of proper tea. Their country is filled with espresso stands and fast food shops and instant everything. They have the audacity to confine tea to small filter bags, which are left to go quite stale before they are ready to be sold. The stuff's quite nasty, let me tell you."
Pausing, I realize I'm off on one of my more common rants.
"I'm sorry, it's a topic I shouldn't be allowed near. I've now managed to spend nearly five years traveling the galaxy in search of a proper cup of tea. You have no idea how rare it can be."
So, then. Enough of me and my boring little world woes. Tell me about your home, I'd love to hear of something pleasant from your lands while we enjoy our tea and cookies!
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Date: 2004-01-18 02:32 pm (UTC)"My home." I pull out the next set of cookies and slide the first sheet back in, handing him several cookies on a small plate before they have the chance to cool. "You may have read of my world, I believe they are books in yours. But things are much different than protrayed in the books, now. The Valar are much more involved in mortal and immortals lives, although a few of them have little to do with us. The Halls of Mandos are much easier both to be sent to and to be released from: I mentioned that my friend Jade is the Maia of there, right? She handles most of the day to day things. Several generations of Elves and Men live all together, for instance Luthien is married to Eomer, who is now king of Gondor." Giggling at your look, I shrug. "It's all rather mad."
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Date: 2004-01-19 08:17 am (UTC)Oh, that was probably the wrong thing to say. These are her friends and family I'm dismissing here. Good work, Arthur.
"Jade is your boss, I remember. Um, this means you work in Mandos, too? I'll try to refrain from jokes about how most jobs are hellish, but I make no promise on how long I can stifle them. I guess the most surprising thing about all of this is to know that you live in crazy surroundings, but somehow, you've remained very sweet and normal. That's commendable."
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Date: 2004-01-19 12:01 pm (UTC)"I honestly don't know how Aragorn stopped being King, I believe I was in the Shire during that time. All I know is that it changed." A dismissive wave of my hand: if I can't understand it, I hardly expect him to. "And I suppose it is somewhat strange, but I seldom have much to do with any of the real large changes. I am but a simple Elf, after all."
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Date: 2004-01-21 03:49 pm (UTC)"Well, if you're not worried about the confusion back home, then I won't either. I wonder if there are any worlds left that ARE normal?"
"But more importantly, I'm wondering how many of these cookies I can eat before you are appalled at my gluttony." I give a hopeful look at the cooling rack heaped with cookies.
"I haven't had a home baked cookie in years now. These are wonderful! Of course, tomorrow when I'm in sugar shock, I'll regret it, but for now, I really don't care."
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Date: 2004-01-21 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-22 02:06 am (UTC)Carefully, I turn around, wincing as I look towards the kitchen door. Amazingly, no one is there!
"Hopefully the others guests have him occupied for the night. And no, I don't want to know what that might mean. I just want to eat cookies and drink my tea, and perhaps, hold a soft, warm hand for a little while, if I might?"
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Date: 2004-01-22 04:38 am (UTC)