monsterhaus still idk

[eyediot]

we live here

Comments

[eyediot]

Could I... possibly. Get the recipe for that mulled wine.

[curriculum_fictae]

... Really? I mean, of course. I'd be happy to, but - why?

[eyediot]

Because it's amazing?

[curriculum_fictae]

Well yes, but you do have Martin and I to make it for you.

[eyediot]

Yes, of course. But Tim and I have been trying to figure out for months what you put in it.

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh. Maybe I ought to keep it a secret, then. Martin might be furious if I tell you.

[ He's teasing, of course. ]

[eyediot]

Algriiiiiic.

[He leans more of his weight on him, chin on the shoulder for proper pout-draping.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Well he can't resist that. But he does enjoy the pout-draping for a moment before giving in. ]

Fine, fine. I'll tell you. If you insist.

[eyediot]

Thank you because you already said yes before.

[He just sounds smug. So smug. He could have quite a bargaining chip with Tim having it.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Whatever. I could have still refused.

[ He pats Jon's shoulder. ]

Okay, you start with --

[ And he runs through the recipe. Unfortunately, the measurements are very imprecise. Lots of "dashes" and "to taste" or "fair amounts." ]

[eyediot]

[God. It's like his old gran's recipes. That is the least helpful. But he listens and files the information away. He can probably still get at Tim a bit.]

Very kind of you to share. Thank you, Algric.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ More like guidelines, really. But, technically, he did give Jon what he knows. ]

You're welcome. Hope that helps.

[ Smug in return. ]

[eyediot]

It absolutely will, yes.

I will do my best to pay you back with hopefully not burnt scones in the future.

[curriculum_fictae]

Shouldn't take too long --

[ Oh, speaking of which. The timer dings. ]

[eyediot]

[As it goes off, Jon's climbing off Algric. Perfect timing, really.]

Let's hope I didn't muck it up.

[curriculum_fictae]

I don't smell any burning, so it's probably fine.

[ He heads back, leading Jon again. ]

[eyediot]

[He follows easily enough, not even tripping on his own feet anymore! He'll consider that a success compared to his first few weeks.]

Could always just be inedible for other reasons.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That's good, right? It's good ... But Algric still frowned a bit, watching him. ]

Jon, they're going to be fine. I promise.

[ And indeed, he took a set of perfectly decent scones out of the oven. ]

[eyediot]

[He does remember this time to stand a bit further back, giving Algric space to maneuver of course. He feels for the chair and carefully sits, head still turned towards the heat.]

I'll trust you. You know you can be brutally honest with me.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric paused a moment, watching that ... still natural movements, right? He really was a paranoid mess. ]

I mean - I'll be nicer than that.

[eyediot]

Because you're far kinder than you should be sometimes.

[curriculum_fictae]

That is true. Working on it, but.

[eyediot]

I know. I - sort of got the idea you were working on it after the whole thing with the Institute.

[Which. Honestly. Fuck Elias.]

[curriculum_fictae]

... Ah. That - yes. I mean, unusual circumstances, but.

[eyediot]

But necessary.