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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 9:24 pm
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"We would be here for a while if I started listing off the things I have done, or fights that have occurred, because I did not tolerate being told I couldn't do something." Jeremiah was oddly amused talking about this. The silver-haired man did not talk about his youth that often, preferring to leave it in the past. Most at the department did not really remember the rowdy young Brit that had shown up and hung around until someone finally had gone '... are you interested in joining?'
"If we do it right, yes, new nostalgia. The best thing to help ease old feelings." Creating new memories without the other attachments. "Never really had to ask for anything for the kitchen, everything I wanted when I was growing up was there, but I did ask for an easy bake oven just to see if my father would break." Blow a gasket, so on. Jeremiah had terrorized the man as only a child could without getting caught.
Purchases made, he looked over what they had and then tilted his head. "Let's head to the meat market around the corner. I think we've gotten everything we need from here unless you want to look for something else?"
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 11:44 am
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Tale of Jeremiah's cooking mischief caused Cass to laugh. As a child cook who had genuinely not been that talented at the beginning, she imagined half the monstrosities she'd baked being made that way on purpose. She also imagined this 'Piers' person as a shorter, fatter, Jeremiah with thick black permanently angry eyebrows, a villainous chin, and a handlebar mustache like something out of an old 20s silent movie, so the image of him having to try this cooking was....well, it was pretty funny.
"Checklists are very important," Cass agreed. It meant you didn't have to take 3 trips to the store because I FORGOT THE FLOUR, I'M SO R R Y. Cass didn't make checklists, though. Probably because she was a glutton for punishment. "I'll look forward to this little flower-and-herb garden. I'm going to guess it isn't full of tiny plant-cats," she added, teasingly.
Despite not being a long walk, Cass not being made for walking expeditions was fairly obvious from it. While she didn't turn into a lump of panting and dying from it, she adjusted her ponytail twice because lord, sweating was the worst, and once inside purposely found a place to sit for a minute.
The top of a freezer was not a place she should have been choosing to sit, however, and she earned a fair share of 'Seriously, stop that' stares from other patrons and an employee behind a counter. She shrugged innocently.
"So did we decide on chicken or pork? Pork we'll want a nice tenderloin, chicken I'd say we probably want to get a whole one."
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2017 12:47 pm
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Coincidentally it turned out that Jeremiah looked nothing like his father. He did, in fact, resemble his mother. The only thing that he shared with his father was his eyes: the same startling combination of blue-green. An oddity that had been passed down from father to son (and daughter, though that's another story).
His lips twitched at the mention of plant-cats. "No, it is not. There's only Hellbine and Violetta and Violetta is a lump that lays in the sun. They've another sibling and their mother but I've not seen either in a long time." Also plant-cats. "Hellbine does help with the garden and herbs, however. I am certain he visits my neighbor to help her with some of her spellwork."
Regular. Witch. Spellwork. Not the fantastical kind that came from other ashdown.
Most of the people in the market, at least, were wise enough to not say anything to Cass even as she sat on the freezer. Jeremiah was perusing the display next to it, giving the butcher (an old acquaintance) a friendly smile before looking back to her.
"Mm, at this point ... I am thinking we could pick up both. It isn't as if we have to make both today and I can't quite decide anymore." Besides that there was a good tenderloin right in front of him and they were claiming that chicken had been brought in today fresh.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 6:13 pm
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"Even ones who live under the sink and only want food and love?" she paused, "er, food and to pet your cats," she laughed nervously. Whoops.
Cass was also 'hmmmm'ing thoughtfully at the idea of leftover meat. "Well, we want at least half that tenderloin sliced into like..." she held up her fingers to denote a width, both for Jeremiah to see, and for the Butcher to see, "could use it for a curry," mmm, curry, "or make some blended-meet taquitos. Those would be good. Or just some burritos or something." As though on queue, her stomach reminded her that breakfast hadn't quite existed with a whale-song.
Rather than a look of embarrassment, Cass just looked down at it and mimicked the noise back and added, 'To you too, good sir.'
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 6:58 pm
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"Hellbine can live with me under the sink. Violetta too. We'll set up our own under-the-sink government that must be paid in dues of food." A twenty-three year old woman and two cats would not live comfortably under the sink and it wouldn't work out, unfortunately.
"Oh man, those all sound pretty good. Not gonna lie." and her stomach wouldn't either, making another pathetic warble at the mention of more recipe ideas. Clearly, it was much more impatient than she herself was. Whoops. "That sounds like a great idea. I mean, I'm obviously biased," she gestured to her stomach with both hands and a frown. "But I also have my peaches and some cheese I can snack on too. Meat will take a bit of prep, though, so we want to get that started sooner, rather than later."
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 8:57 pm
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 6:28 am
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"Hellbine is a sweet fuzzy face and he knows it," Cass nodded sagely. She had called him that previously.
"So chicken, tenderloin," she mentally went through what else they had on their list in her head, tacking it off on her fingers and nodding as she trailed off into mumbling under her breath. "I think with as long as it will take to prep the meat, we could make flatbread ourselves, to be honest," unless Jeremiah just didn't want to, "but I think that could also be an impatient stomach talking. So what, two more stops?" there was a pause, "are we walking again?"
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