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Log: Clarice & JP
Oct 28, Clarice goes to visit JP on a baking kick as he works through the stress of Vanessa being in a coma. They reconnect and there is brownies and sugar and....salad?
Heading into mansion to check it out and see if anything had changed (so far, not so much) Clarice detoured from her explorations to follow her nose to the kitchen. There were brownies everywhere. "Did Santa's workshop die and he outsourced his holiday brownie scheme here?" she asked, amused. Also, damn, it almost made her not hungry for one seeing all of them like that on the counters.
Jean-Paul looked up from where he was swirling caramel into the brownie mixture in his latest pan and arched an eyebrow. "Non," he answered, finishing his latest task and then sticking the brownies themselves in the oven. He set the timer, then double checked the cookbook he was following and started straightening up from his latest batch. "It is only, you see, that I am bored. Here, try one. Or a few. The cheesecake brownies are there, the double fudge ones are there, peanut butter is next to the ones called blondies, there are some peppermint ones over here and white chocolate swirl over on the other counter." It was entirely possible that, if he didn't start washing some pans soon, he was going to wind up having to buy new pans just to keep baking.
"I....see this," Clarice agreed. It was a little terrifying actually. "Why are you making so many brownies? Or are you trying to induce a sugar-related powers malfunction?" she critically eyed the brownies, then selected a cheesecake one to eat right now. She was definitely taking at least one of each home though. They looked good.
"As I said," Jean-Paul replied, raising his brows a little. "I am bored, oui?" And also taking his stress out on the mansion's baking pans one delicious treat at a time. "I baked cookies last week. They are gone now, though, and so I thought brownies would be good."
Oh, right. Rummaging around, Clarice pulled out a tupperware container and began helping herself to the brownies. "These are really good," she informed him, enjoying the one she was eating. "But seriously. bored means like...you bake a batch or two of brownies. This is like a brownie shop!" That was an idea if the X-Men thing did not work out for him. Baker.
"Mm..." Jean-Paul picked up a blondie and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before grabbing a bag of butterscotch chips and shrugging. "Jean says this is stress baking. I bake because I am bored. And, as she says, stressed. There is not much more that I can do at the moment, unless flying back and forth from the city to the mansion many many times counts, but I can only do this so much before I am even more bored."
"You are welcome to read about cardiac arrhythmia if you want..." Clarice offered, though she was only teasing. "Or tell me what's going on that has you stressed? I'm really out of the loop...but I think someone would have mentioned if the professor was in a coma or something..."
Jean-Paul's smile was a little wry as he finished off his brownie. "The Professor? Non, he is not in a coma, as you say. But my friend Vanessa is. I do not know when she will wake or if she will want to see me when she wakes, and so I am baking, oui? You are enjoying your classes in cardiac arrhythmia?"
Oh. Way to stick your foot in your mouth, Clarice. She sighed,. "Sorry...wow. I had no idea, but that is still horribly insensitive. And even I'm not that big of a bitch intentionally. I hope she gets better, man, I do."
Waving away her apology, Jean-Paul shrugged. "You did not know, it is not your fault. I hope she will be well, also, but we do not know just now. I believe the coma, it is medically induced, you see? She was... not well when she first woke up." Or something like that - he wasn't really clear on the details. He wasn't sure he wanted to me, honestly. He just needed something to keep him busy until she woke up again and was willing to see him. To see any of them. "Please, tell me of your classes. It has been a very long time since we spoke, Clarice."
Oh. Medically induced was different. Still though, not a good situation. "Oh, classes. The bane of my life. Basically, I'm in medical school, but instead of spending four years plus a residency and all that, I spend two years and then I'm a PA. The awesome thing is I can assist doctors, see patients on my own, make diagnosis' and prescribe medicine, so long as I have a doctor's supervision. So you know, perfect for around here. I realized that as much as I wanted to be a doctor, that was too much of a time commitment if I want to come back to the team, which I do....eventually. Just not yet."
"Oui? And why not yet?" Jean-Paul ate another brownie - but truth be told, he was getting a little tired of straight up sugar. Maybe he'd try putting some fruit in the next few batches. There had to be recipes for brownie-type foods that had fruit in them. People were always trying to be more healthy these days. Maybe the internet would help him if his cookbooks did not.
"School," Clarice replied, "It's a lot of work. It's still med school even if I am doing a shorter program. And that's not something you joke around with. I need to keep my grades up and be able to study without doing a medical withdrawal because I got nuked," which, granted, had been a valid reason when it had happened, but it had knocked her back a semester. "Face it, Jean-Paul, I've turned into a nerd."
Brownie in one hand, Jean-Paul placed the other over his head. "Mon Dieu, tell me this is not true..." His eyes had crinkled at the corners, though, and he was obviously teasing. "Here, eat more brownies. I do not know what I will do with all of them. Though people ate all of the cookies last week, and so I think it will not be so much a problem, maybe."
"Do you need CPR? Smelling salts? I'm a semi-trained professional, you know," she joked. That was not entirely true, she was a trained, fully qualified EMT, "And I've got a container here. That's enough. I can come back for more later if I want," Clarice smiled at him, "I'm sorry dude. School trumps shopping. Reality totally bites."
Looking around the kitchen, Jean-Paul considered her offer. "I do not know, is there anything an EMT can do about someone who has had far too much sugar and not nearly enough green things? Because I have been eating brownies all day and, while they are delicious, I think they are not so good for my metabolism in general..."
"Make you a salad?" Clarice suggested, going to the giant, industrial sized fridge to pull out some lettuce and other assorted vegetables. "You continue making brownies, I'll make you lunch."
Jean-Paul smiled. "Merci, Clarice. Merci."
Heading into mansion to check it out and see if anything had changed (so far, not so much) Clarice detoured from her explorations to follow her nose to the kitchen. There were brownies everywhere. "Did Santa's workshop die and he outsourced his holiday brownie scheme here?" she asked, amused. Also, damn, it almost made her not hungry for one seeing all of them like that on the counters.
Jean-Paul looked up from where he was swirling caramel into the brownie mixture in his latest pan and arched an eyebrow. "Non," he answered, finishing his latest task and then sticking the brownies themselves in the oven. He set the timer, then double checked the cookbook he was following and started straightening up from his latest batch. "It is only, you see, that I am bored. Here, try one. Or a few. The cheesecake brownies are there, the double fudge ones are there, peanut butter is next to the ones called blondies, there are some peppermint ones over here and white chocolate swirl over on the other counter." It was entirely possible that, if he didn't start washing some pans soon, he was going to wind up having to buy new pans just to keep baking.
"I....see this," Clarice agreed. It was a little terrifying actually. "Why are you making so many brownies? Or are you trying to induce a sugar-related powers malfunction?" she critically eyed the brownies, then selected a cheesecake one to eat right now. She was definitely taking at least one of each home though. They looked good.
"As I said," Jean-Paul replied, raising his brows a little. "I am bored, oui?" And also taking his stress out on the mansion's baking pans one delicious treat at a time. "I baked cookies last week. They are gone now, though, and so I thought brownies would be good."
Oh, right. Rummaging around, Clarice pulled out a tupperware container and began helping herself to the brownies. "These are really good," she informed him, enjoying the one she was eating. "But seriously. bored means like...you bake a batch or two of brownies. This is like a brownie shop!" That was an idea if the X-Men thing did not work out for him. Baker.
"Mm..." Jean-Paul picked up a blondie and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before grabbing a bag of butterscotch chips and shrugging. "Jean says this is stress baking. I bake because I am bored. And, as she says, stressed. There is not much more that I can do at the moment, unless flying back and forth from the city to the mansion many many times counts, but I can only do this so much before I am even more bored."
"You are welcome to read about cardiac arrhythmia if you want..." Clarice offered, though she was only teasing. "Or tell me what's going on that has you stressed? I'm really out of the loop...but I think someone would have mentioned if the professor was in a coma or something..."
Jean-Paul's smile was a little wry as he finished off his brownie. "The Professor? Non, he is not in a coma, as you say. But my friend Vanessa is. I do not know when she will wake or if she will want to see me when she wakes, and so I am baking, oui? You are enjoying your classes in cardiac arrhythmia?"
Oh. Way to stick your foot in your mouth, Clarice. She sighed,. "Sorry...wow. I had no idea, but that is still horribly insensitive. And even I'm not that big of a bitch intentionally. I hope she gets better, man, I do."
Waving away her apology, Jean-Paul shrugged. "You did not know, it is not your fault. I hope she will be well, also, but we do not know just now. I believe the coma, it is medically induced, you see? She was... not well when she first woke up." Or something like that - he wasn't really clear on the details. He wasn't sure he wanted to me, honestly. He just needed something to keep him busy until she woke up again and was willing to see him. To see any of them. "Please, tell me of your classes. It has been a very long time since we spoke, Clarice."
Oh. Medically induced was different. Still though, not a good situation. "Oh, classes. The bane of my life. Basically, I'm in medical school, but instead of spending four years plus a residency and all that, I spend two years and then I'm a PA. The awesome thing is I can assist doctors, see patients on my own, make diagnosis' and prescribe medicine, so long as I have a doctor's supervision. So you know, perfect for around here. I realized that as much as I wanted to be a doctor, that was too much of a time commitment if I want to come back to the team, which I do....eventually. Just not yet."
"Oui? And why not yet?" Jean-Paul ate another brownie - but truth be told, he was getting a little tired of straight up sugar. Maybe he'd try putting some fruit in the next few batches. There had to be recipes for brownie-type foods that had fruit in them. People were always trying to be more healthy these days. Maybe the internet would help him if his cookbooks did not.
"School," Clarice replied, "It's a lot of work. It's still med school even if I am doing a shorter program. And that's not something you joke around with. I need to keep my grades up and be able to study without doing a medical withdrawal because I got nuked," which, granted, had been a valid reason when it had happened, but it had knocked her back a semester. "Face it, Jean-Paul, I've turned into a nerd."
Brownie in one hand, Jean-Paul placed the other over his head. "Mon Dieu, tell me this is not true..." His eyes had crinkled at the corners, though, and he was obviously teasing. "Here, eat more brownies. I do not know what I will do with all of them. Though people ate all of the cookies last week, and so I think it will not be so much a problem, maybe."
"Do you need CPR? Smelling salts? I'm a semi-trained professional, you know," she joked. That was not entirely true, she was a trained, fully qualified EMT, "And I've got a container here. That's enough. I can come back for more later if I want," Clarice smiled at him, "I'm sorry dude. School trumps shopping. Reality totally bites."
Looking around the kitchen, Jean-Paul considered her offer. "I do not know, is there anything an EMT can do about someone who has had far too much sugar and not nearly enough green things? Because I have been eating brownies all day and, while they are delicious, I think they are not so good for my metabolism in general..."
"Make you a salad?" Clarice suggested, going to the giant, industrial sized fridge to pull out some lettuce and other assorted vegetables. "You continue making brownies, I'll make you lunch."
Jean-Paul smiled. "Merci, Clarice. Merci."