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TheLivvingDoll · Adventurer Joined: 20 Mar 2010 Posts: 76

She opened yet another box and began to rummage through it. This move was going to take some time. And unfortunately the only place she had any patience was in the kitchen. Between looking after Merci and the babes, taking of Jhaelra, and this; she had her hands full. When the door swung open and Olath swaggered in, she knew she was about to have a lot more on her plate.

"You do like Log Cabins, don't you," he said calmly in a noncahalant manner.

"They feel homey." Her eyes scanned him for expression but she couldn't really tell if there was any there beyond the off the cuff demeanor. Staring at him with a look that clearly said What do you want, she closed the box she had been tearing through and stood with her hands on her hips. She was fairly certain she didn't have a skillet or a rolling pan one on her, as she was still dressed in the kilt and bustier from the night before. She had enough skill as a mage to keep from dying within the first 30 seconds, but cast iron always made her feel better.

He smiled at her extending her uneasiness up a notch. Might as well get this over with she thought. "I am going to need your help with Jhaelra."

"So you admit you are incapable of raising her alone." His quip sent a flash of rage through her and she felt herself up and down for any form of projectile.

"I am CAPABLE. I was simply trying to be polite!" Her voice was loud enough to shake the rafters. Stomping her foot when she failed to find a skillet one in her kilt she began muttering incoherently to anyone but herself. What few words that could be made sense of were Pointy-eared, dark-skinned, pain the arse's and could be heard coming through her new living room windows. "I told your pale skinned companion, Felyn, that I am certainly not your average human. I appreciate her help with the book." Livvie paused for a moment and tried and failed to compose herself. "I wouldn't want to be live as long as you do. I'm happy with my Terminal Illness."

Whatever effect she was going for, was lost as Olath was steadily chuckling. He was laughing, at her.

Olath Morchiant · Visitor Joined: 27 Mar 2010 Posts: 9

Grinning as he discerned Livvie’s incoherent insults which seemed to be spat out in a whirlwind of frustration and annoyance, Olath calmly and overtly traced the contours of his right ear with his fingers as if to mock. He chuckled slightly to himself in delight as he watched the tantrum ensue. He began to ponder on the usefulness of knowing her psychological triggers, barely paying attention to the words coming from her mouth. In between thoughts, he heard “I’m happy with my terminal illness.” He laughed to himself as he crossed his left arm across his chest to provide some support for his right arm which was raised so his hand would meet his chin. He examined her face, almost intrigued by her statement. He had not even begun to insult her race but he was somewhat interested in her resolve, albeit, as feeble as it was.

“Different, eh?” He grinned as he thought to himself. “Well, she certainly can cook.” His grin slowly progressed to an endearing smile, though his eyes alluded otherwise. He bit the head off of a gingerbread cookie which she had given him earlier. “Ah, my dear Livvie… Your cooking prowess is unmatched.” He smiled with delight as the flavor began flood his senses. Her smile ushered in some peace from her high pitched yelling which was becoming somewhat of a nuisance. “So I take it that I will be helping to translate and teaching the young one some common in the process?” She nodded in agreement. “Ah, and of course I will teach her of drow culture.” He grinned as he watched her reluctantly nod.

TheLivvingDoll · Adventurer Joined: 20 Mar 2010 Posts: 76

Concessions. This was going to be a list of compromises. She didn't do compromises well. It's why she generally kept to herself in front of an oven and not with other people. She stood there quietly dumbfounded and out of insults with her head bobbing like some little toy. Fury and indignation were etched into her thoughts. When she finally regained use of her tongue she hit on the one point she could think of.

"Make sure you send word the next time you plan on coming around." It was calmer than she would have liked. But she had exhausted herself on experlatives.

"Would you like it in human blood in the snow?" The smirk on his face was all she needed to get her strength of words back and off she went on a rant again. Only this time she threw in that the only blood she wanted to see was taht of her dinner. Once again Olath laughed at her.

"You will certainly provide entertainment," he stated. She knew she had been insulted but wasn't sure quite how. In a very girlie move she glared and stuck out her lip. An act she quickly fixed. If it was one thing she hated it was being a typical girl. And in the present company, being a typical HUMAN girl. You wait Mr. Olath, I will show you just what a human female is worth, she thought. With a resounding sigh she settled on the fact that she would have to concede. AGAIN.

"You can come by this weekend, if you like, to visit with Jhaelra."

"What's on the menu?" His eyebrow quirked then and a smile spread across his face. It unsettled her stomach sending a jolt of electricity through her. He seemed to enjoy her cooking and that pleased her. She just wasn't sure why it pleased her. Many people had liked her baked goods, why would this be different? Get a grip on yourself, the chided silently.

"Ant Lion, Cookies, and Cherry Pie?" She gave a questioning look but had a good idea that it would not be rejected.

"Then I will send word of my arrival before hand." He paused then with that smile back on his favce chuckling softly. "Please don't cook any ravens in the next week or I fear my message will be misplaced."

Olath Morchiant · Visitor Joined: 27 Mar 2010 Posts: 9

Olath’s mouth began to slightly salivate at the mention of cookies and cherry pie. “I have something to look forward to now,” he stated plainly with a slight smirk. After a few quips he noticed a bare, outstretched human hand in front of him. He raised an eye brow as the gesture seemed to surprise him. He met her surprisingly tender hand with his own outstretched gloved hand as if to seal the agreement. He made sure the shake was brief as he feared he would contract some sort of infectious disease even though his hand was gloved. He grinned slightly as her hand was swallowed in the black void that was his glove and quickly retracted his hand.

She began to unpack once more and watching the mundane actions began to grow tiresome. Olath then brought out another gingerbread cookie from his pack. After breaking the cookie into a morbid assortment of two sets of severed arms and legs with a lone torso and head, he began to juggle and occasionally catch the pieces in his mouth. He smiled to himself with some sort of self gratification, and then looked out of the cabin window to a cold white landscape which seemed to carelessly cover everything as thrown paint on canvas would cover. As he pondered the scene he heard, “You are welcome to stay, but I have to finish unpacking.” His ears twitched slightly as he heard the soft voice echo from a distant corner of the house.

With an exasperated sigh and in an overly exaggerated gesture he ran a hand down his face, stretching his skin down in the process which seemed reveal the pink mucous membranes which are generally hidden by his bottom eye lids. “Ah, that sounds incredibly boring… I think I shall take my leave.” With a slight bow, he left as fast as he had entered and in a blink he was gone.