voidtreckerexpress | Delicious use of honey within (Closed)

Who: Persephone, Nita, LO, Zetta so far
Where: Kitchen & Laundry
When: Backdated to Day 4
What: Persephone makes delicious honey things and helps avert a bubble crisis
Warnings: None so far

b>A. baklava is my comfort baking
(Closed to Nita and LO)

Persephone waited a few days. Mostly because, who wants to make their own phyllo dough? No one. No one without a great deal of insomnia to deal with and or nothing better to do. Which means she was going to do it in like a week, right before their mission inevitably popped up. But she discovered through the offerings in the dining hall that there was premade phyllo dough and she was sold.

Persephone has ended up sticky, honey on her cheek and probably in her hair, the smell of nuts and baking phyllo wafting through the kitchen. It reminds her of home in a way that sometimes makings her want to cry and sometimes makes her want to throw open the doors and invite everyone in to try it. She had to fudge the recipe, the one provided is not Hestia's after all and definitely not the one she altered from Hestia's. But it's close enough to give her this deep warm feeling.

When someone arrives, she's pouring the honey syrup over, focused on watching it disappear beneath the layers of phyllo. Or perhaps they arrive when she's cutting them into neat little pieces, two big industrial size trays of the things.

B. the wrong washing setting
Closed (For Zetta)

Hefting a large jar of honey in one hand and a bag of walnuts in the other, she elbows her way into the storage car, not really paying attention to the surroundings so much as keeping a hold of precious precious baklava making cargo. What happens next is a comedy of errors. She slips on--something, walnuts--gone. Fallen from her hand. She flails out for something solid, wham, other foot out from under her, honey slipping from her hand. But the fall lands with her sat on stairs, the honey caught in a miraculous grab for the ages.

And then she finally notices the bubbles. The bubbles that were totally not here when she came in here to get all of these things earlier. Nope, it had been utterly free of bubbles, suds, the gentle trickle of water down the stairs. Oh no. She sets the honey on the nearest shelf and clambers carefully up the stairs.

"Oh dear.

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Honestly, she's expecting the blistering explosion, so the silence and staring are kind of making her nervous. He was supposed to say something, get annoyed or complain. Not silence. She pushes back her hair and bites the corner of her lip.

"Uh, I was just--I wasn't being serious, you know."

"How -- how is it everything you are doing at the moment makes you even sexier?!" It wasn't fair, damn it! She didn't NEED to seduce him! And here he was stuck as a book while she was being utterly desirable!

"Aaaaaagh!"

What did he--There's an immediate bluster and flush to her cheeks, her mouth starting to open to protest, before the realization that she's soaked finally slams into her. She glances down at herself and well--okay yeah she gets that this isn't not attractive in some capacity. She tugs at her shirt, brushes bubbles from her face and hair in an attempt to repair her appearance. It's not that she doesn't like that he finds her attractive, which is a whole thought in and of itself. But he's yelling about it so maybe he doesn't want to and if she were trying, she'd go for looking her best, not wet and covered in bubbles and slightly irate.

"I wasn't--It wasn't on purpose." She glances around until she finds an only mildly damp towel and flings it around her shoulders like a cape.

"I know. That's what makes it so effective. It's one thing to put effort into it, it's another to just be so naturally gorgeous that it just happens, and I am SO sick of being a book!"

That wasn't a segue, of course. But right now especially, Zetta felt the absolute limitations of his condition like rarely before. Still, he wasn't about to take his eyes off her.

Persephone tucks the towel around her, held tight with one hand, but it slowly loosens as he speaks. Sure--her blush is rare form today and it's stupid, she is used to brushing off his compliments with the air of someone who has dealt with a flirt before. And she has. Ares was unsubtle as well, in hindsight, she was just naive to it. But this is just--honest.

"I know. I know you are. And I know you want to be yourself again, I know how awful it is to not feel in control of your body. It's different, yours was taken from you and my powers just get all weird and mess with my form. But--I mean, I don't understand precisely but..."

Zetta was always honest! Unless he wasn't. But some demons just lied and manipulated all the time, and that sure wasn't his style. Every word he'd ever spoken about her is true!

Just usually they came with a lot more bluster and a lot more coherence on his part...

"We kind of have the opposite problems..." He kind of had the impression that 'Sephe didn't exactly understand the problem of very badly desiring her, but even Zetta knew when not to spell something out in graphic detail!

"But, uh." How to say this. And not sound stupid. "I don't LIKE being a book, but I kinda like a lot of the things that have happened to me as a book. Like meeting you."

Hey even she wishes he wasn't a book. Touch was something she desperately missed and it wouldn't be the first time she's frustrated by not being able to hold his hand or kiss his cheek. Like right now, when he says that and she has to settle for kissing his cover, one cheek then the next. Not the desired experience.

"I'm glad I met you too. Less so the circumstances but storm clouds, silver linings, all the dumb cliches right?" A little shrug.

For being an ancient demon, no stranger to cute girls and being close to them over countless centuries, Zetta sure did turn red from those smooches.

Redder. He was already red. What with being a book. But definitely redder.

"Yeah. Right. And some of the other people I met are okay too. But you're not allowed to tell them I think so! I have an image to uphold!"

Persephone bites back a laugh, eyes sparkling. Of course he's all kinds of defensive about this. So, in the spirit of teasing and making him turn even redder, and no other possible reason, she kisses just above his eyes.

"Gods forbid anyone find out you liked them. The very idea. Your 'secret' is safe with me."

"Hey! I'm a demon, not -- not some friendly old guy who's doting and paternal!" Zetta might be thinking about Elfnein and Romeo when he made that specific protest. "You're lucky I even admit anything to you! I could keep focusing on the whole T&A angle, you know. Yours are pretty damn nbice!"

"Am I doting and maternal because I admit to having friends?" She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. Reputation is one thing but allowing no one to see who you are behind it is another.

"You can talk a big talk and I mean, it's flattering when it's not phrased like that. But we both know you like me for more than just being pretty to look at." Or at least she hopes so. She'll feel really stupid if he's really only in this friendship to look at her.

"Duh." If it was just looks, there are plenty of girls on the train he could hit on. No hope for him at all, though -- he was a sucker for the sass and the spirit, and that she didn't take him too seriously but still managed to respect him at the same time. And the things she could do with her powers, and the way her hair exploded when she did --

Okay, pull it together, Zetta!

"You're a goddess, not an Overlord, you can't compare the two. Either way, that doesn't mean other people get to see me LIKING people!"

"Whine whine whine. I know, I know, reputation. I guess I'll have to be content knowing that I know this side of you." Her hand pulls free to tap him on the nonexistent nose, lips curled in a tiny pleased smile.

"By the way, I'm not cleaning this up."

"Does that include yourself?" Look, he might admit to her that he was interested in more that her rockin' bod, but he sure was interested in said rockin' bod. "Oh -- wait, if other people saw you, I would have competition, and I've been trying to avoid murder."

Persephone snorted and tossed the towel from around her shoulders at him, draping half over his face.

"I'm not giving that a response. Have fun with the bubbles. There's baklava in the kitchen."

"What -- hey!" Zetta jerked about, trying to get the towel off. "I wasn't done ogling! You can't leave!"

Persephone pauses at the top of the stairs, half to continue the conversation and half out of trepidation. Immortal though she might be, breaking a bone on something as ridiculous as soapy stairs would hurt her and her pride. Oh wait, she can fly. She's got to learn to take advantage of that.

"Lucky me, I can do whatever I want."

"Damn it! I'll remember this, Persephone! Someday, when you least expect it, I will see you soapy again!"

This terribly ineffective threat got much worse as Zetta promptly fell back towards the ground again, beaning a Prinny who had started to mop.

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