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Author Topic: not the sauce you expected  (Read 401 times)

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not the sauce you expected
« on: Jul 24, 19, 11:48:02 PM »
Rachyla slammed around the large pantry, methodically sorting through everything from the dry staples to the fresh meat and produce that had arrived that afternoon. How DARE they mess up her careful organization?! There was absolutely no reason, none for any of that food to have been thrown out...except that it was spoiled because it wasn’t where it was supposed to be and she hadn’t known it was there until her very sensitive nose smelled it.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” she growled out loud. ”If I get my hands on whoever - ” It was an empty threat: even though there was no reason for it she would accept, none - except that she wasn’t in charge. But if she hadn't caught it, if someone else who didn’t know or hadn't been paying attention had cooked the rancid cheese...Rachyla shuddered to think what might have happened.

The petite Heartwood Hearth witch was in a mood today because of this. That hadn't stopped her from baking nearly every sweet or savory pastry she knew how to create: she baked when she was happy, and she baked when she was sad or angry or stressed. Well, it’d be fair to say she just baked all the time, but there were times when she baked and times when she baked and  Mother Night today had been one of the latter. She had baked more than a lot and hopefully someone would be along to eat it soon.

By the time her pantry was rearranged to her satisfaction and Rachyla had cleaned up the prep work from her herculean baking spree she had gone from radiating anger to being one word away from weeping and back again. She was about due for that time and it was beginning to show.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rachyla realized someone had come into the kitchen. She went and leaned against the frame of the pantry doorway as she stared at the vaguely familiar young man.

“Can - ” she sniffled, eyes teary, “Can I help you?”

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Re: not the sauce you expected
« Reply #1 on: Jul 26, 19, 02:39:59 PM »
Sequences. Sequences. One, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one, thirty-four, fifty-five…

There was also two, one, three, four, seven, eleven, eighteen, twenty-nine, forty-seven…

Which mean that Ln equaled Fn-1 plus Fn+2 equaled Fn plus…

Wait. That wasn’t right.

Exasperated with himself, Petre vigorously rubbed his head, as though he could scour away whatever was causing him to mix up the sequence of integers. That didn’t work. Obviously. He sighed. He looked back down at the sheaf of paper. His fingers started tapping out a rhythm, a chording for a guitar or piano piece. F to D to G to Fn-1 to Fn+2 to…

Oh, that wasn’t right at all.

“Break time,” Petre said to himself, realizing that he was absolutely in need of one. He had been staring at this for…oh, yeah, definitely time for a break. Five hours. Yeah, definitely time. And this was supposed to be a refreshing study! He didn’t need to study these sequences – he wanted to study them. They were intricate, challenging. That made them interesting.

Still tapping some chording with one hand while he walked, Petre’s ever-going mind shifted to the latest musical piece he was also trying to learn. Eventually, as he neared the heart of the home, he could smell something appetizing. Oh, Rachyla was baking! Rachyla baked the best cookies, and tarts, and pies, and savories, and…oh, just everything! Maybe she had made pastries or filo dough wraps or cobbler or…

Oh, she…she had baked…everything?

The site that greeted him as he turned the corner was impressive and scary. Nearly every counter top was full of trays or plates of something savory or sweet. But Rachyla was not making anything more to eat (which was probably a good thing because the kitchen was looking pretty crowded and there was a lot of stuff on the…floor?). She was buried in the pantry, banging and arranging and loudly doing things that confused Petre because she was usually so nice and this didn’t sound nice.

She caught sight of him and turned, her eyes red and sniffly. Oh, was she…crying? Oh, that was not good. Not good. Crying female, not good. “Ummmm….” Petre hummed in response to her question. What to say, what to say? Say something! Say anything! “Ummm…”

His eyes darted to the nearest pan of pastries. “Are those…umm…”

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t start with asking about food since she looked upset. How about asking about her? Good idea! “Umm…h-hi, I’m…I’m Petre. I’m…um…I’m one of the wards of the Court. It’s okay if you don’t remember me because I’m um…I’m a Landen and I like numbers and I do a lot of studying and math and that’s not really interesting to a lot of people so it’s okay if you don’t remember me but I remember you because you bake really good cookies and other things and I’m taking a break from studying and I smelled that you were baking and thought that…I…”

Oh, he was supposed to have been asking about her, not babbling about himself.

Petre crept one step forward. “Are…you…um…okay?”

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Re: not the sauce you expected
« Reply #2 on: Jul 26, 19, 09:26:38 PM »
Petre...Petre...Oh, Rachyla remembered now. One of the Wards. The Hearth Witch hadn’t really needed to have anything to do with many of the Wards before. Well why would she unless they came to the kitchens for a snack like Vester had?

She smiled, though it was a bit wobbly, as the young man babbled his way through his self introduction. Though he probably actually wasn't much younger than she was, he seemed younger. It was cute the way he rambled on. The sincere compliment to her baking went a long way towards soothing the edges of her frayed nerves. If he liked her cookies, she was pretty sure some nice chewy gingersnaps had been the fourth or fifth thing to go in the oven -

“Are…you…um…okay?”

And just like that, Rachyla's emotions went into an abrupt swan dive and tears flooded her eyes as she launched herself at Petre to throw her arms around him and hide her face - and her tears - in his chest.

"It's my job to make sure the food is good and someone left the brie out and it got hot and it went bad and it could have contaminated everything else and what would have happened then?! It could have made everyone sick and it'd be all my fauuuuult!"

'Fault' came out on a long drawn out but muffled wail.

Rachyla's arms tightened around him in a desperate embrace as she sobbed, "And nobody cares but you!"

After an eternity of a minute of shoulder shaking sobs, Rachyla collected herself somewhat to ask, her voice tentative, "I can - I can get you some, some...cookies, if…. you want?"

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Re: not the sauce you expected
« Reply #3 on: Aug 21, 19, 05:05:59 PM »
She was crying.

And hugging him.

And crying.

Oh, this was bad. Bad, bad, bad. Okay, what to do? What to do with a hysterical witch? Mechanically, Petre returned the hug, albeit quite lightly, and with one hand, gently pat her shoulder. “There, there,” he soothed, because that’s what you were supposed to say, right?

Wasn’t there tea involved in moments like this too? Maybe not. She didn’t seem like she wanted tea right then.

He continued to pat her shoulder awkwardly as she wailed into his shoulder that…oh, the cheese? The cheese went bad? Wow! She was REALLY having a bad day if her biggest problem was the cheese going bad! The worst day Petre had had was when he had screwed up the numbering system on a bunch of accounts and they have gotten crossed and then he had to uncross them and that had taken him days to do and by the time he was done…

Oh, right, this wasn’t about him. Her, he reminded himself. Focus on her.

“I’m…I’m s-sure other people care,” he pointed out lamely. “But um…it’s going to be okay. I promise. It’s just cheese. We…we can get more!” The last part was said with a bright hope of turning her mood, the kind of brightness that really had no idea what it was getting into but it was going to try anyway.

Petre was nothing if not doggedly determined to do good.

Once Rachyla had collected herself, she stepped back and offered cookies. Petre really, really, really wanted to see if his shirt had snot on it but he kept his gaze fixated on her. “Um…if you have cookies, that would be great. Or…or anything, really. I’m not picky, just hungry. I’ll eat anything because everything you cook is good.” The compliment came out sincere, having lost that false brightness in favor of authenticity. Rarely did Rachyla make anything that Petre didn’t like. Oh, there was that one time that she fried chicken gizzards and that was just weird, but it hadn’t been bad. Just weird.

While she went to find cookies or whatever was available, Petre took another tentative step into the kitchen, patting his pants pockets in that absent rhythm again. “Is there…is there anything else that you n-need help with?” he asked, scared to ask but at the same time he didn’t want her to suddenly blow up about something else that had spoiled or gone sour or was just plain gone.

Women were confusing creatures. 

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Re: not the sauce you expected
« Reply #4 on: Aug 21, 19, 10:03:26 PM »
Rachyla carefully wiped her eyes as she pulled away from Petre, feeling embarrassed. His genuine praise made the petite Hearth Witch smile tremulously. She surveyed the veritable smorgasbord of baked delectables she’d produced, a little amazed - if she’d ever put together that much food at one time before, she couldn’t remember it.

“I know there’s cookies here somewhere…” Rachyla muttered as she picked her way through the kitchen to where the first things out of her ovens had been set to cool. She hunted until she found the ginger snaps along with the snickerdoodles she’d forgotten she’d baked at the same time.

Rachyla lifted a dozen cookies onto a plate, and as she worked her way back to the young Landen, she added two meat turnovers, a raspberry danish, a small chocolate cake, half a spinach and bacon tarte, and two chocolate eclairs.

At Petre’s offer to help, the Hearth Witch gave him a sunny smile in marked contrast to her earlier sobs. “You’re cute, you know that?” She handed him the plate and as he took it, Rachyla used a bit of Craft to clean up the mess she had made of his shirt, making sure the tears wouldn’t stain and there were no wrinkles.

“Could you...could you maybe stay and keep me company while I sort through this mess?” Regardless of his answer, the petite Hearth Witch began filling baskets. “There’s enough here that maybe I can get away with setting it out for breakfast and lunch and not have to cook tomorrow. It would be really good if I didn’t have to cook, then maybe I can have a bit of a lie-in”

In between filling baskets, Rachyla set a tray with a small pitch of milk, a carafe of juice, and a pot of tea along with an empty glass in front of Petre so he could help himself.

“What kind of math are you studying?”

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Re: not the sauce you expected
« Reply #5 on: Sep 06, 19, 02:46:39 PM »
Since she was safely puttering around the kitchen over there, Petre ventured enough steps in to find himself a seat. He watched Rachyla with cautious optimism, the kind of expression children often wore when they were hoping for a treat but still wondering if they would be chided for being underfoot somehow. “I…I can stay for a little bit,” he offered.

His bravery was rewarded. A plate full of cookies appeared in front of him. And then meat turnovers. And then a Danish. And then a small cake. And then eclairs. And then…oh…this was a lot of food!

Petre stared at it, probably trying to figure out the square density of it all and how it was going to compact into his stomach somehow.

Hang on. This might take a moment.

Eventually, the wondrous smell distracted him and he gave up trying to figure out how it was going to work and just set about getting it to work. He finished off the savory things first, because they were the most nutritious and the least in number. Then he worked on the danish and eclairs. By then, he was down to the cake, the cookies, and…oh…had he missed something? Or was it already in his stomach?

He was starting to feel really full anyway.

He nibbled on a cookie while he watched Rachyla fill baskets, move baskets, take things out of baskets to put in other baskets, pile baskets on top of baskets, sort baskets, and all types of organization of baskets in that kitchen with the innocent curiosity of a young mind. And let her babble. He agreed – she deserved a day to sleep in. Sleep was important. She probably could use it, especially if she was having rough days like today.

He still thinking about all of the sleep that she deserved to have when she asked him what kind of he was studying. Immediately, he perked up. “All of it!” he answered brightly. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true but it was pretty close. “I mainly do accounting for Lady Ackley but I’m also studying these sequences known as Lucas numbers which are specific types of sequences found in all sorts of things like the scales of a fish or the petals of a flower or the ratios of the chambers of a shell. Natural numbers! I guess you could call them that. And they’re everywhere! Did you know that if you count the number of leaves on a branch of a tree…”

He went on and on for a good five minutes until a glazed look began entering Rachyla’s eyes. It took him another two minutes to realize that he was the cause of the glazed look, at which point, he sheepishly stopped with, “It’s um…it’s not as boring as it sounds.”

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Re: not the sauce you expected
« Reply #6 on: Sep 12, 19, 07:25:10 PM »
Rachyla watched Petre eat while she worked. At first, it was the critical gaze of a Hearth Witch keen to make sure her efforts met with approbation. Petre had seemed sincere when he claimed that everything she made was good, but Rachyla worried that this would be the time she failed.

Her look evolved into pleased satisfaction as the young Landen chose the more healthy options first and ate with clear gusto. Satisfaction became mild concern, however, as Petre worked his way through all the savories and began on the cookies.

"You don't have to eat it all now," she said, amusement in her voice. "You can take it to your room with you to have later, or to share with your friends if you want."

She continued sorting the fruits of her labor and listened as Petre described the mathematics he was currently studying. It was at first fascinating — natural numbers? She made a mental note to take the time to look at the scales the next time she prepared fish.

As he continued though... well it wasn't exactly that it was less fascinating, but he'd gone far far beyond her ability to understand. When the flood of explanation came to a shy and sheepish halt, Rachyla grinned understandingly. "It's not boring — you're just a lot smarter than me."

She handed him a covered basket filled with more goodies, including some of the chocolate chip cookies she'd found buried under a pile of rolls. "I'll make you a deal: you explain the math as much as you want and some day I'll bore you with details about how I bake. Deal?" She grinned and nudged him teasingly with her shoulder.

"The basket is definitely for later, by the way."

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Re: not the sauce you expected
« Reply #7 on: Oct 03, 19, 01:40:24 PM »
She said that he didn’t have to eat it all now but what she didn’t realize was that if he didn’t eat it now, it would just become an unexpected science experiment because he would become engrossed in something and forget about it. But he didn’t tell her that. No, no, no. He had a feeling that if he mentioned how purportedly forgetful her baking could be that it might send her into another hysterics.

And, honestly, the point wasn’t that her baking was something to forget – it was that Petre just tended to forget things. Any thing. Okay, not all of the things, but it happened rather often enough for him to realize it was a habit.

Still, she handed him a basket of cookies and he resolved to them that night.

And had a sinking feeling he’d still, somehow, forget.

“But…but baking is math plus food!” he remarked with a little bit more volume than he intended. Like music was math set to rhythm! “It’s not boring. It’s a science! An…art?” He seemed perplexed, like maybe baking wasn’t really an art. Was it? It could look pretty, that’s for certain, but it was a lot of math and portions and weighs and…

Could science be art?!

He obviously needed to think on this for a moment. Later. Think later. “I-I don’t mind learning about baking. Or any cooking, if you want. I’m a quick learner.” That last part he said with a confidence that came from experience. From a young age, Petre had had to learn skills rapidly in order to survive and it was a skill that had earned him his spot as both Ward and assistant to the Steward.

“I mean,” he asked, turning a little sheepish, “if talking about cooking will make you feel better, I’ll listen.” For an hour at least. Then maybe he’d have to find an excuse to leave. She’d understand by then, right? Maybe not. Women, especially ones prone to tears, could be really, really confusing.

He continued nibbling on a cookie, watching her reaction closely.

 

 

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