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[sweetlies]

Who: Ciel Phantomhive & OTA
Action: Marsiva
When: Feb. 17

[Good morning, Fleet! There's a young teen with dark blue-black hair wandering the Marsiva today. He's wearing a slightly more modern twist on Victorian era clothes and his right eye is wrapped with a bandage but it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.

What does bother him though is to wake up somewhere entirely new with little knowledge in regards. At least, little compared to what he'd prefer. Going through this once when he arrived in Riverview Quarantine had been exhausting enough, but at least the experience had left him more adjusted to the level of technology here. It's not like his little house or the phones they had given the residents of the Quarantine, but it was all manageable at the very least.

For now, he hopes to see something, someone, familiar. Either that, or he hopes to find a decent cup of tea and company that isn't entirely bothersome. And as he wanders, seeing no one familiar, he settles on the hope for tea. As long as it was strong. And maybe something sweet.]

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[sweetlies]

[Bristling once more. If there's one thing Ciel never really cared for, it was being counted out for his size and age. And, unfortunately, Ciel is still a bit small for being fifteen.]

They'll get sick then, I would count that a fair lesson. Tanaka would have done similar when I was young.

[abracafcku]

Fuckin' savage? But sure - go full Hunger Games: Kitchen Hell on them. See how it goes.

[With the apple pie finished, he does a quick egg wash over the top and then transmutes a handful of salt into large crystals of sugar instead. He dusts these over the top of the pie and then uses his foot to kick the oven door open. A bluish hued Mage Hand grabs the pie and slides it into the waiting maw of the oven and then he kicks it closed again.]

And tell me how it goes. That's some shit I wanna see.

[sweetlies]

I... don't know what that means. [Hunger games? Starving people? That works, he supposes. And makes sense to him at least.

Still, he gives a little shrug and a faint grin, just a bit smug.] Gramps never coddled me. So why should I coddle them?

I'll be glad to share the details, of course.

[abracafcku]

Ugh fuck I wish I had that scroll here, it's-- well, it ends up being political intrigue which is boring, but the whole premise is wicked as hell.

[Taako takes out an egg-timer, which he has somehow managed to paint with rainbow hues despite it belonging to the Marisva, and sets the timer.]

And deffo do. Now - we got between 30 and 45 minutes until that pie is done so long as this place doesn't go janky again. You need anymore info, little bud, or can Taako go grab a nap?

[sweetlies]

I prefer mysteries.

[Political intrigue could be interesting but it's not the sort of thing he ever really paid attention to.]

Ah- no. I think I'll be alright. [Part of him wonders if that's enough time for a nap but he keeps his mouth shut on that.] You've been very helpful, thank you.

[abracafcku]

[Oh gods, is this another Angus.]

Pfft, I bet you do, pumpkin. And no probs. You need some cooking tips, consider part-timing at the Melting Pot. It's the restaurant on the Iskaulit. We can always use a few more hands and you can learn at the feet of the master.

[sweetlies]

[Maybe?

His ears heat up a little at the nickname.]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind. I'm sure I could use the extra experience. [If nothing else, learning more is always a benefit.]

[abracafcku]

Come by and see me when this whole- [He waves one arm at the room.] -shitshow is over. I'll set you up with a job.

[And make him his little gofer. Thanks for "volunteering," Ciel!

He gives the kid a salute and then wanders off toward the nook seats to catch a quick catnap.]