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xp_logsAn attempt at baking a new recipe brings Alani and Warren together.
In the main kitchen, a timer rang, followed immediately by the sound of something heavy being set down and an oven door being thrown open. Then came the soft cursing and clatter as a baking sheet was set to cool. "They're all burnt again." Alani sighed to herself, glaring at the burnt cookies on the counter. The recipe had seemed easy, but now she was starting to doubt it was as simple as she'd thought. At the sound of footsteps approaching, she turned to ask Terry or Darcy for help, whoever walked through the door.
She did not expect a blonde man with wings. They were beautiful. "Oh, you look like an angel." Oh no, she was staring.
It felt strange to be at the Mansion again but not so strange that he didn't feel right at home. When he came in, he almost went directly to his room before stopping himself. It'd been at least 4 years since he was last here. There was no way it was still his. Better to go his second most used room there: the kitchen.
It was nice to take his shirt off, wiggle out of his harness and let his wings be free. It'd been a long time since he'd felt this safe around people. It was a different feeling. He was thinking it when he walked into the kitchen, nose wrinkling at the smell of burnt cookies. And then there was this random girl.
"If you're the one who made this... mess, then yes, I can be an angel and save this disaster. And if you're not pious, you can just call me Warren."
Alani flashed a sheepish grin, looking from the burnt food to the man - Warren, before slowly nodding. "Yeah, uh, I... bad baking, I'm trying, I wanna do well, but, fuck, man, this recipe is either harder than I realized or I'm worse at baking than I thought, and both have equal opprotunity of being true."
"I'm Alani, by the way, and if you can make this work, I will call you 'An Angel,' period, forever. Help?"
"I've been called worse things." Peeking over her shoulder, he gave a short nod. It looked like all the ingredients were still out, so that made things helpful. "This will be easy. Cookies are fun to make. Chocolate chip, I presume? Or are you one of those heathens who think oatmeal raisin is the best kind." Warren gave her a pointed look. "Alani. Help me like you forever and tell me you like chocolate best." Obviously he was teasing.
"Shortbreads, they were supposed to be shortbreads dipped in chocolate," she mumbled, looking incredibly embarrassed at the admission. "I just thought it'd be easiest to just have melted chocolate chips for the dip would be easiest." She could see where the confusion had come from, but, she did offer a slight smile, trying not to laugh. "Anything for you, Angel."
Warren opened his mouth to make some sort of acerbic comment but instead, he closed it and nodded his head in empathy. "Yes, that is usually easiest ... however, it looks like you added ... water?" He looked at the clump and sighed. "Don't worry about it. Like I said, let's start fresh, and start with washing dishes." Even though he had been surrounded by extreme wealth, he was always so happy that Luz had cared for him and taught him what he needed. Where would he be without his lovely housekeeper? "Now tell me, Alani. Who are you? You look like a fascinating person already and we all know chores go by faster with random chatter and useless conversation. So tell me something boring about yourself and let's make it interesting."
Alani nodded slowly, face turning sheepish as she flushed, pretty sure she could put together what the man wasn't saying. It'd made sense at the time, but maybe her adding the water explained why the chocolate hadn't been smooth. Dishes, though? Well, dishes she could do. Immediately, she began to collect the dishes they would need again and thus needed a clean... and, well, she should probably throw that chocolate, was there really any saving it? "Hmm, ohhh, something boring about myself, alright," she hummed as she moved, "well, I used to live in the same place for about twenty years." It was accompanied with the flash of a toothy grin, eyes bright with amusement as she waited to see what he might say.
This girl didn't even flinch when he told her to be boring and interesting at the same time. He forgot how much fun it was to be around non-business people. "Twenty years? You look like you're 12, how is that even possible?" He started to fill up the sink with hot water, and added soap before taking the pile from her hands. He motioned to her to grab a dishrag. "So where is this wonderful place you didn't want to leave? I think the longest stint I ever did was here in New York, but I did get sent to boarding schools all over. When your parents barely tolerate you and have entirely too much money, you get to travel whenever you want. I actually think they're secretly annoyed I've come home." All of this was said very matter-of-factly. Warren wasn't annoyed. There was no sense in being annoyed by this. It was life.
"Twelve and a half," she offered with a serious serenity, before flashing a toothy grin and picking up the rag indicated. “See now that’s where it can get into maybe being interesting. I was living in Hawai’i, on O’ahu. When life’s a beach, who wants to leave?” She quoted, washing dishes as she spoke. Then Alani lapsed into silence as she thought about what he'd said. He seemed fine with the words that'd come out of his mouth, so, finally she looked at him quite calmly, sticking out her tongue. "I cannot imagine living in New York for twenty years, no thank you."
"It wasn't continuous, but yes, it's no Hawaii -- that's for sure. I do love it there. Can I ask a stereotypical question and assume you surf and eat pineapples then?" He smiled. "I'm teasing. I know that there is a lot more to Hawaii than that. I love pineapple though. There's something so interesting about a fruit that literally bites back." He dried dishes as she washed. "I can't remember when's the last time I was there....I could do with a good beach trip at some point. Privately though. Because of these," he said, wiggling his wings a little. "It's not as much fun to be at the beach and have to wear clothes."
"I was a pro, actually," Alani focused on cleaning as she spoke. "At surfing, competed, got awards, trophies, and everything, but... I had to give them back and have been prohibited from entering any future competitions." She laughed, light though she refused to look back up. “And I do love pineapples, and Spam, and not having to wear as much clothes as you gotta on the mainland. But I never danced.” At the shifting sound, her head tilted up to look at his wings, a half-grin forming and brightness to her eyes that could be easily mistaken for wide-eyed amazement. “They are beautiful, though, I imagine it’d feel nice to have them out at a nice sunny beach.”
"Mmm." Warren agreed. He was still processing what she said about the surfing thing. Her powers must be water-related, although the anti-mutant sentiment was so strong, she could literally have rainbow coloured spit and he was sure she would still be banned from competition. "And do you mean you've never danced? I'm shocked. I watched Moana, that kind of moving is genetic, isn't it?"
"Hmm, sadly, no," she responded slowly, trying to gauge if the man was serious and also not burst out laughing. It just seemed rude when he was helping her. “I mean, I could probably do some dances if I’m taught but, that’s, different… What about you? Any fun genetic memory stuff that you’ve got?” The question was accompanied by a toothy grin, as she passed him another dish to dry.
He took the dish and shook his head. "Other than colonialism and genocide, i don't think my genetics have much good in them." He waggled his wings a little. "From what i can tell, I'm the only mutant in my family so there's that too... now making money, I suppose you could say that's a talent but it's easy to make money when you have plenty to spare." Wiping it down, he put it away and sighed. "Now we're getting all morose and somber and that won't do. I'd rather we made delicious things together, that would make everyone happy."
Alani couldn't help it this time, the laughter spilled out and she quickly set down the dish and rag that had been in her hands to cover her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I did not expect you to say that. Okay, sorry, um, wow. Ya know that's a lot to think about, but I would definitely not say no to turning to making delicious snacks, which of course I will gladly let you take as many as you want, provided you, like Jesus, take the wheel and tell me what to do."
Warren laughed as well. "I won't say no to that. I am, after all, an angel so me and Jesus, we're basically bros." He dried his hands and put the cloth down. "Let's start this again, this time we can do the chocolate last. Want to grab me the flour?"
"Yes please," she nodded, dying her own hands before looking back at the recipe. "I should get more butter, to- Oh, a cup, a full cup, not a half a cup, that... hmm, that explains a lot, but oh well, can't go backwards. Let's get some baking done."
In the main kitchen, a timer rang, followed immediately by the sound of something heavy being set down and an oven door being thrown open. Then came the soft cursing and clatter as a baking sheet was set to cool. "They're all burnt again." Alani sighed to herself, glaring at the burnt cookies on the counter. The recipe had seemed easy, but now she was starting to doubt it was as simple as she'd thought. At the sound of footsteps approaching, she turned to ask Terry or Darcy for help, whoever walked through the door.
She did not expect a blonde man with wings. They were beautiful. "Oh, you look like an angel." Oh no, she was staring.
It felt strange to be at the Mansion again but not so strange that he didn't feel right at home. When he came in, he almost went directly to his room before stopping himself. It'd been at least 4 years since he was last here. There was no way it was still his. Better to go his second most used room there: the kitchen.
It was nice to take his shirt off, wiggle out of his harness and let his wings be free. It'd been a long time since he'd felt this safe around people. It was a different feeling. He was thinking it when he walked into the kitchen, nose wrinkling at the smell of burnt cookies. And then there was this random girl.
"If you're the one who made this... mess, then yes, I can be an angel and save this disaster. And if you're not pious, you can just call me Warren."
Alani flashed a sheepish grin, looking from the burnt food to the man - Warren, before slowly nodding. "Yeah, uh, I... bad baking, I'm trying, I wanna do well, but, fuck, man, this recipe is either harder than I realized or I'm worse at baking than I thought, and both have equal opprotunity of being true."
"I'm Alani, by the way, and if you can make this work, I will call you 'An Angel,' period, forever. Help?"
"I've been called worse things." Peeking over her shoulder, he gave a short nod. It looked like all the ingredients were still out, so that made things helpful. "This will be easy. Cookies are fun to make. Chocolate chip, I presume? Or are you one of those heathens who think oatmeal raisin is the best kind." Warren gave her a pointed look. "Alani. Help me like you forever and tell me you like chocolate best." Obviously he was teasing.
"Shortbreads, they were supposed to be shortbreads dipped in chocolate," she mumbled, looking incredibly embarrassed at the admission. "I just thought it'd be easiest to just have melted chocolate chips for the dip would be easiest." She could see where the confusion had come from, but, she did offer a slight smile, trying not to laugh. "Anything for you, Angel."
Warren opened his mouth to make some sort of acerbic comment but instead, he closed it and nodded his head in empathy. "Yes, that is usually easiest ... however, it looks like you added ... water?" He looked at the clump and sighed. "Don't worry about it. Like I said, let's start fresh, and start with washing dishes." Even though he had been surrounded by extreme wealth, he was always so happy that Luz had cared for him and taught him what he needed. Where would he be without his lovely housekeeper? "Now tell me, Alani. Who are you? You look like a fascinating person already and we all know chores go by faster with random chatter and useless conversation. So tell me something boring about yourself and let's make it interesting."
Alani nodded slowly, face turning sheepish as she flushed, pretty sure she could put together what the man wasn't saying. It'd made sense at the time, but maybe her adding the water explained why the chocolate hadn't been smooth. Dishes, though? Well, dishes she could do. Immediately, she began to collect the dishes they would need again and thus needed a clean... and, well, she should probably throw that chocolate, was there really any saving it? "Hmm, ohhh, something boring about myself, alright," she hummed as she moved, "well, I used to live in the same place for about twenty years." It was accompanied with the flash of a toothy grin, eyes bright with amusement as she waited to see what he might say.
This girl didn't even flinch when he told her to be boring and interesting at the same time. He forgot how much fun it was to be around non-business people. "Twenty years? You look like you're 12, how is that even possible?" He started to fill up the sink with hot water, and added soap before taking the pile from her hands. He motioned to her to grab a dishrag. "So where is this wonderful place you didn't want to leave? I think the longest stint I ever did was here in New York, but I did get sent to boarding schools all over. When your parents barely tolerate you and have entirely too much money, you get to travel whenever you want. I actually think they're secretly annoyed I've come home." All of this was said very matter-of-factly. Warren wasn't annoyed. There was no sense in being annoyed by this. It was life.
"Twelve and a half," she offered with a serious serenity, before flashing a toothy grin and picking up the rag indicated. “See now that’s where it can get into maybe being interesting. I was living in Hawai’i, on O’ahu. When life’s a beach, who wants to leave?” She quoted, washing dishes as she spoke. Then Alani lapsed into silence as she thought about what he'd said. He seemed fine with the words that'd come out of his mouth, so, finally she looked at him quite calmly, sticking out her tongue. "I cannot imagine living in New York for twenty years, no thank you."
"It wasn't continuous, but yes, it's no Hawaii -- that's for sure. I do love it there. Can I ask a stereotypical question and assume you surf and eat pineapples then?" He smiled. "I'm teasing. I know that there is a lot more to Hawaii than that. I love pineapple though. There's something so interesting about a fruit that literally bites back." He dried dishes as she washed. "I can't remember when's the last time I was there....I could do with a good beach trip at some point. Privately though. Because of these," he said, wiggling his wings a little. "It's not as much fun to be at the beach and have to wear clothes."
"I was a pro, actually," Alani focused on cleaning as she spoke. "At surfing, competed, got awards, trophies, and everything, but... I had to give them back and have been prohibited from entering any future competitions." She laughed, light though she refused to look back up. “And I do love pineapples, and Spam, and not having to wear as much clothes as you gotta on the mainland. But I never danced.” At the shifting sound, her head tilted up to look at his wings, a half-grin forming and brightness to her eyes that could be easily mistaken for wide-eyed amazement. “They are beautiful, though, I imagine it’d feel nice to have them out at a nice sunny beach.”
"Mmm." Warren agreed. He was still processing what she said about the surfing thing. Her powers must be water-related, although the anti-mutant sentiment was so strong, she could literally have rainbow coloured spit and he was sure she would still be banned from competition. "And do you mean you've never danced? I'm shocked. I watched Moana, that kind of moving is genetic, isn't it?"
"Hmm, sadly, no," she responded slowly, trying to gauge if the man was serious and also not burst out laughing. It just seemed rude when he was helping her. “I mean, I could probably do some dances if I’m taught but, that’s, different… What about you? Any fun genetic memory stuff that you’ve got?” The question was accompanied by a toothy grin, as she passed him another dish to dry.
He took the dish and shook his head. "Other than colonialism and genocide, i don't think my genetics have much good in them." He waggled his wings a little. "From what i can tell, I'm the only mutant in my family so there's that too... now making money, I suppose you could say that's a talent but it's easy to make money when you have plenty to spare." Wiping it down, he put it away and sighed. "Now we're getting all morose and somber and that won't do. I'd rather we made delicious things together, that would make everyone happy."
Alani couldn't help it this time, the laughter spilled out and she quickly set down the dish and rag that had been in her hands to cover her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I did not expect you to say that. Okay, sorry, um, wow. Ya know that's a lot to think about, but I would definitely not say no to turning to making delicious snacks, which of course I will gladly let you take as many as you want, provided you, like Jesus, take the wheel and tell me what to do."
Warren laughed as well. "I won't say no to that. I am, after all, an angel so me and Jesus, we're basically bros." He dried his hands and put the cloth down. "Let's start this again, this time we can do the chocolate last. Want to grab me the flour?"
"Yes please," she nodded, dying her own hands before looking back at the recipe. "I should get more butter, to- Oh, a cup, a full cup, not a half a cup, that... hmm, that explains a lot, but oh well, can't go backwards. Let's get some baking done."
