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towerofanimus2012-07-29 05:02 am
champagnedelis) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-29 05:02 am
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A small thank you
Characters: Francisca and YOU
Setting: Kitchens
Format: Starting prose but happy to switch to action~
Summary: Francisca decides to make cake for her friends and loved ones in the tower.
Warnings: None (yet)
Tired-looking but immaculately dressed, Francisca set out the ingredients for her cake, the strawberry jam and bowl of fresh strawberries from breakfast joining the lot for garnishing. For a moment she'd stood there, staring at the food and utensils, absently trying to remember how to make a basic cake of all things... She'd chuckled to herself thinking on how England would react at seeing France at a loss in the kitchen of all places, and started making the batter.
After a moment her hands went on auto-pilot, and the familiar feel of a mixing bowl and spoon in her hands was... comforting. As she stirred the batter into smooth submission, her mind recalled her non-present loved ones, a painful tugging in her heart accompanying the memory of their faces, and then she thought on the new friends she'd made here. Warmth seemed to suffuse her, bringing a pleased flush to her cheeks and a content smile to her lips, as she thought absently on how they might enjoy the cake. Small, simple, not the most elegant of 'thank you's, but still.
Without realizing it, she'd started to hum, checking the batter for lumps before pouring it into the prepared cake-pan.
Setting: Kitchens
Format: Starting prose but happy to switch to action~
Summary: Francisca decides to make cake for her friends and loved ones in the tower.
Warnings: None (yet)
Tired-looking but immaculately dressed, Francisca set out the ingredients for her cake, the strawberry jam and bowl of fresh strawberries from breakfast joining the lot for garnishing. For a moment she'd stood there, staring at the food and utensils, absently trying to remember how to make a basic cake of all things... She'd chuckled to herself thinking on how England would react at seeing France at a loss in the kitchen of all places, and started making the batter.
After a moment her hands went on auto-pilot, and the familiar feel of a mixing bowl and spoon in her hands was... comforting. As she stirred the batter into smooth submission, her mind recalled her non-present loved ones, a painful tugging in her heart accompanying the memory of their faces, and then she thought on the new friends she'd made here. Warmth seemed to suffuse her, bringing a pleased flush to her cheeks and a content smile to her lips, as she thought absently on how they might enjoy the cake. Small, simple, not the most elegant of 'thank you's, but still.
Without realizing it, she'd started to hum, checking the batter for lumps before pouring it into the prepared cake-pan.
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Maybe it wasn't normal, but Jeanne was always very spiritually in-tune with things, what with hearing the words of God's messengers and all. That probably factored into it.
"Trust me, I will be ready." She said, nodding. And, because it seemed like France didn't want to focus on these things anymore, she smiled.
"Would you like help with that?"