[ They're here at Hippitea shop. Instead of having the cookies from here, Yuri has her own cookies. They're a little lumpy, but they taste like good sugar cookies. ]
[Why is Yuri literally the cutest in the world. Dahut's expression lights up!]
Ah! Did you make these yourself? I would love one!
[He'll reach out to take one so he can have a bite, yammy... After chewing and swallowing:] Mm, it's really true - nothing beats homemade sweets. That's one tasty cookie!
[THEIR CUOSONS...!!! So many people stepped in to fill the void, at least.]
You're right about that! All form and no substance is just sad. This is the type of cookie that tastes like home! Did you learn how to make them here, or are you a fan of baking...? We should bake something together!
Ah, I learned how to bake here... I had some free time, so I wanted to learn. I never had time to bake before. I'd love to bake something with you, Dahut. Though if it isn't cookies, I would have to learn.
Wonderful! [He'll turn and start heading in the direction of the galley, one of the only places he actually knows the location of here, damn.]
I can teach you something else, if you'd like! You're a fast learner so I'm sure it won't be any trouble, and then you can have one more thing to add to your baking repertoire! Scones, maybe? Or turnovers? How about muffins, do you like those?
Good choice! Blueberries are the perfect match for baked goods, aren't they? Blueberry pound cake or pancakes - now that's a good match for a breakfast coffee!
[TO THE GALLEY. He glances over toward the shelf that he'd bashed Scien's head into six weeks ago before moving to grab the flour.]
Can you get the blueberries and eggs? Vanilla, too, if it's over there.
Something like it! They're usually nice, robust blends that really help wake you up. Or help you stay awake!
[Sometimes you have breakfast coffee at 3AM because you've been awake for 2 days and need to be awake for another 3, it's fine... HIS MURDER WAS ALSO FINE DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.]
Thank you very much! [He'll add his, too, along with the utensils, bowls and pan they'll need later. Then, a little teasingly:] How much sleep have you been getting with all the work you've been doing, anyway? Maybe we should make some breakfast coffee, too.
[They're in front of the field! Dahut has some very conflicting emotions that Yuri might feel as she approaches. The field-cursing desire to wander through at a leisurely pace and the Arpechele-born desire to avoid the fuck out of concerning flowers.]
[ Why indeed. Poor Dahut. Yuri witnesses the memory and for a moment, she's quiet. She recalls Dahut's decommission notice too. She feels that she understands why Dahut would want to wait to bring back his mother. The woman feels... familiar for some reason despite having never met. The complicated relationship between him and Scien makes her curious too. She would definitely agree that Scien is the exact opposite of anything motherly and nurturing, but the hair color...
...
They're still in the void, waiting to play the new one. Not yet. ]
Aha... [WELL. As far as things go, that could have been worse, considering it's just him talking about how he fusses over Scien like a mother would their son, and his plans for his own mother, which weren't a secret even back home.
There's the faintest little trill of soft nostalgia in his emotional spread, though, as there almost always is when he thinks of his mother.]
Sorry about that. These rifts are so terrible and fussy...
We did! Isn't that the most annoying thing? Dead, just memories in a machine, and still subjected to these weekly bits of nonsense...
[A DRAMATIC SIGH, though the very mildly miffed vibe behind that quickly gives way to softer and kinder feelings at Yuri's question.]
I was able to get further, fortunately... Thank you very much for asking! So many people have been so sweet. I know that it would make my mother happy to hear!
[SWEET YURI. She is truly championed by the entire grave for all she did...]
You've been very helpful! We wouldn't have as complete a record without you, and we wouldn't have the information we do now without yours and Shoma's experiments. I have a feeling there might be somewhere else you want to go now, but be careful or Monsieur Scien will still try to poach you, anyway.
[This said in a light and teasing tone... The gremlin energy is alive again alongside him.]
At the question, he looks faintly exasperated, but in a way that's more lightly amused than anything.]
Aha... Well! We do head very different teams at the end of the day - or we did, rather! All that's in the past now. But! Mademoiselle Ceres was referring to the silly little play-acting we had to do in front of our subordinates every time we were together in public. We'd behave as enemies to keep their itch to fight relatively satisfied, you see.
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