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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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[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.

[deadly_ned]

[Not quite knowing what to do with that sort of sentiment, the Piemaker instead retreats to what he knows best: baking]

Milk, flour, vanilla, and baking powder.

[anewlanguage]

[Cain gathers them quickly--the kitchen is always neatly organized when he works--and he lays it all out in the exact order Ned asked for them.]

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker looks over the ingredients with approval, nodding. He pushes over the bowl with the whisked eggs.]

Wet ingredients get mixed together first. Dry ingredients are sifted together, then added slowly to wet.

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Got it.

[He is a vicious, powerful mixer. He'd put some machines to shame.]

How long've you been here?

[deadly_ned]

Eighty-six days, 8 hours, fourteen minutes.

[The Piemaker has a very alarming sense of time. He pauses when he sees the vigorous mixing, and puts his hand nervously on Cain's shoulder]

It doesn't have to be quite that...powerful.

[anewlanguage]

Jeez, kid, you keep better time than I do and I'm the prisoner. It's not that bad, is it?

[deadly_ned]

I don't cope well with change. It was three weeks before I felt comfortable leaving my room.

[anewlanguage]

That's gotta be some deal you have lined up, then. This whole place is based on change. Every week, something new.

[deadly_ned]

I know.

It's.

Terrifying.

[anewlanguage]

...Yeah. Yeah it is. Wish I could say something terrifying, but it seems like things just get crazier.

Still. You're gonna have people who have your back, if you get to know 'em.

[deadly_ned]

I'm not..concerned about my back. I'm more worried about Thomas'.

[anewlanguage]

If y'can get him out, I know some people who'd look out for him if he so much as says 'hi'.

[deadly_ned]

You do? Because right now it's only Riddick and me and I...


I get nervous.

when my characters have similar icon keywords...

[anewlanguage]

Riddick's a pretty good guy. Woman named Iris, she's real good company, real protective.

And my daughter likes to protect people.

Cain is a very pretty blonde

[deadly_ned]

I did meet Iris, once.

And your daughter.


And I'm not entirely...helpless. But I'd rather not have to kill people.

If I don't have to.

Isn't he just? Best secret identity

[anewlanguage]

Yeah, me too. So far I haven't had to, just some monsters. You can stop someone without killing 'em.