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Egret, Day 23
Who: Glorfindel and Open
When: Day 23
Where: Kitchen
What: Food and knives!
Warning: Sharp things
Having taken Evie's class and learned how to use the stove, Glorfindel was able to take part in his Team's chores of preparing the meals. Although, technically, that was what some of the more experienced cooks did. Glorfindel was more of a sous chef (chopper of things). Today he was making some quick, portable snacks that people could come and take with them if they wanted to go to the gym or the library or elsewhere on the train.
[What do people want? Come and ask! You might not get what you hope, but it will be interesting!]
He has also made an concerted effort to go through the kitchen and sharpen every blade in the room, except the butter spreaders.
[You can come help or just chat about sharp things!]
When: Day 23
Where: Kitchen
What: Food and knives!
Warning: Sharp things
Having taken Evie's class and learned how to use the stove, Glorfindel was able to take part in his Team's chores of preparing the meals. Although, technically, that was what some of the more experienced cooks did. Glorfindel was more of a sous chef (chopper of things). Today he was making some quick, portable snacks that people could come and take with them if they wanted to go to the gym or the library or elsewhere on the train.
[What do people want? Come and ask! You might not get what you hope, but it will be interesting!]
He has also made an concerted effort to go through the kitchen and sharpen every blade in the room, except the butter spreaders.
[You can come help or just chat about sharp things!]
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He gave Conan a solid look over the edge of his tea cup, then set it down. "If you do not wish to tell me the truth, that is fine, but I prefer not to be lied to," he said.
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Conan wasn't about to give up that easily.
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He looked over the edge of his teacup at Conan. "How long have you been a detective, young Conan? What kind of cases do you tend to solve, and how many have you been successful with?" If he wanted to continue lying, Glorfindel would not force the truth out of him. He was not that kind of elf. But he was curious about what type of person his young companion was.
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Not that he was wrong, but he felt like that was worth mentioning.
Conan stares down at his cup for a long moment.
"Homicides mostly," he says at last. "And I've been a detective as long as I can remember."
Both were the truth. But they had the advantage of being truths that very few people believed. It was easier for people to believe that they were just stories and exaggerations created by a child's imagination.
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He sighes and looks down at the calluses on his hands. "I am also almost five thousand years old, have trained countless elves in fighting, scouting, hunting, and dealing with orcs, humans, dwarves, etc. We only killed the orcs, just in case you were wondering. I have been the Captain of the Guard for Imladris for most of that time, and...I helped raise Elrond's three children, who were quite the handful. So even without the abilities Manwe gifted me when he brought me back from the dead, I'm a pretty good judge of character."
glorfindel smiled at the answer. He was certain this time it was the truth, but it also left a few things unsaid. He decided not to press too much on the subject. "I'm sure, if you were so inclined, you would have many interesting stories to tell."
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A frown. "Perhaps a few? Most people aren't really interested in my stories.
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"I am not most people," Glorfindel said. "Remember a moment ago when I told you that?" His eyes twinkled in merriment. "Are there any you would would like to share?"
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"The famous detective I lived with at home was invited to meet a local diplomat. When we arrived, his wife unlocked the door and went up to him. Only to discover that he was dead. The only other key to the room had been in his pocket, and no one else had been in the room."
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