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[Cain has flour on his cheek, and he's in the kitchen, taking a break.] Y'know, worldwide there's room for comfort food after a real shitty day. I'm takin' requests.

Me, I always went for pierogis. Stayed in Poland just long enough to learn how to make 'em. [And to kill a diplomat. But. You know.] Kid seemed to like 'em pretty well, too. Pretty sure tastes change, though...

Anyway, give 'em here, give me all your requests.

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[deadly_ned]

I don't..usually make it. Except on special occasions, for special people. It's...sort of sacrilegious in inner baking circles.


[The Piemaker, in turn, begins to gather ingredients from the opposite side of the kitchen]

She does. It was her suggestion I come here and...do this. It's a shared problem.

[anewlanguage]

[He smiles. Right now, it's sort of a relief to hear that somewhere in the world people still cooperate.]

You have an inmate yet?

[deadly_ned]

I do. His name is Thomas. He...we....don't get out much.

I've been trying to fix that lately but we're both very introverted people so it's...hard.

[anewlanguage]

Yeah, I haven't heard of him.

You don't come out for baking?

[deadly_ned]

He's a quiet person.

I do. I do come out for baking, but I have an oven in my room so really it's just a matter of coming....here for ingredients.

But I've been making an honest effort.

[He begins cracking eggs one-handed, whisking them up in a bowl]

[anewlanguage]

[Cain nods, watching, thinking.]

Y'could forget the oven in your place and come cook out here when I'm on shift. Or just off shift, probably better.

[deadly_ned]

I could. But I think the kitchen jobs are reserved for inmates. I don't want to scalp other people's responsibilities.

[anewlanguage]

So we'll make it a social thing. Just you an' me, in our off time when no one's using this place. Besides, you probably shouldn't let people see you hanging around with me anyway.

[deadly_ned]

Why shouldn't I let people see us together?

[anewlanguage]

I'm not all that popular right now. Good reason, but I don't want it to rub off if you're already introverted.

[Whistling again.]

[deadly_ned]

I've never been popular.

[Quite the opposite, actually. Up until very recently, the Piemaker didn't know what it was like to have good friends at all]


What happened?


That is, assuming anything happened at all. Sometimes people don't need a valid reason.

[anewlanguage]

I hurt someone who's dear to a whole lot of people on board.

[He glances up]

Funny thing about good food, it brings a lot of people around. Guess it doesn't guarantee good friends though, eh?

How'd you get into all this?

[anewlanguage]

I hurt someone who's dear to a whole lot of people on board.

[He glances up]

Funny thing about good food, it brings a lot of people around. Guess it doesn't guarantee good friends though, eh?

[deadly_ned]

On purpose?



It does. Food is a staple. Someone dies, you bring food. Someone gets hurt, or gets married or has a baby....food.


Comfort food.

[anewlanguage]

[On purpose? Cain hisses a breath, and then nods]

I was an assassin back home. I taught her what I knew.

Think this'll bring her some comfort?

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker looks down at the dough, contemplating it with serious thought]


...Probably not enough. Not at the level she would...need.

And if you're an assassin she'll probably suspect it's poisonous.

[anewlanguage]

[Oh how badly he wants to say that she would know he wouldn't poison her. But he has before; it would be a lie.

And so he nods.]

...Just tell her it's from you. She needs her friends, she needs someone reaching out to her.

[deadly_ned]

I can say it's from both of us.

Compromise...?

[anewlanguage]

Long as she knows you supervised.

[Cain smiles, and wonders how it will go. He won't be there to see--Cass would likely punch him in the throat if he showed his face right now--but he hopes she'll smile. For Ned, at least, if not for him.]

What kind of cake are we putting in it?

[deadly_ned]

That depends on what kind of cake she likes.

[anewlanguage]

[He doesn't know. And he doesn't want to give her chocolate, now.]

What's that one cake, at birthday parties, I saw it a couple times...it's white, but it's got rainbow candy bits baked into it?

[deadly_ned]

Rainbow confetti.

[anewlanguage]

Yeah. I think she'd like that. Doubt we have any Betty Crocker around, though.

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker, ever the quiet pacifist, has the nerve to look mildly offended]


Cake mix?

[anewlanguage]

[Okay well now he has to laugh.]

I'm gonna like you, kid. Tell me what I need to get.