Log; Finished

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When; In the evening
Rating; G for now
Characters; evilbeneath, milanbutterfly and rozenmagician
Summary; Continuing from this post, Cain decided that the best way for Caterina to show her loyalty is to cook them both dinner.
Log;

It was almost time for the both of them to arrive. He should have asked them to come earlier. Though Cain has spent most of the day keeping himself amused by bantering with his neighbors, he grew bored of facing the screen before long. Though it affectively kept him busy, Cain is not the sort who liked sitting still for a long period of time. Especially since this world is working in his favor. Instead for just a mere few hours, his form could easily retain itself for two, three days.

He plopped himself onto the uncomfortable furniture and waited.

[OOC Note; Shortest tag evar D= And the cut title taken from one the musical cabaret's song, 'Mein Herr']

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[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

The corners of Caterina's mouth turned down in a slight frown as she surveyed the ingredients. All right, this would not be difficult. Removing her gloves, the Duchess set some oil in the pan and turned the burner on to a random interval. 12. She rather liked that number.

Turning to the fish, she picked up the bag of flour and dropped it down next to it. A white cloud mushroomed out of the bag and covered both Caterina and the surrounding appliances.

Coughing in annoyance, she ran her forearm across her forehead to wipe away the flour and picked up the fish, sticking one peice in a bag the pile of flour on the counter and tossed it into the pan. Then did the same with the other peices of fish until she had finished.

Her attention then focused on the potatos. She didn't bother peeling them, after all, she had never experienced what it was to cook and did not know that potatos were meant to have the skin taken from them.

Instead, she sliced them into rather awkward chunks and tossed them into the boiling oil as well.

As soon as the starch filled items hit the pan, a muffled 'whompf' sounded and the entire pan full of food caught fire.

"Oh dear," She murmured, glancing about for something to smother the rising flames with.

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

Isaak did not express aloud his concern of how much the Duchess could burn in the kitchen. The fish was the lesser of the Magician’s worries. He lit a cigar, attempting to relax now Caterina was gone, the smoke always lessened his tensions or so his mother used to tell him tobacco was good for it.

“She was in an easily to influence state, Mein Herr,” informed Kämpfer, tilting his head. “Her health failed, lost in a world she did not know and with all her allies and family drifting away for Lady Salh and possible Sister Blanchett on the future. Particularly your brother, his desertion always hurt her. She was alone.” He exhaled the smoke, concealing his smile with it. “I aided her.”

He knew Cain might realize what he was insinuating. Caterina was like himself when Isaak found him: broken, lost and betrayed. Obviously, the Duchess was not shattered completely but his Lord did not need to be aware of all the details. It would appeal his small empathy.

Looking up, he sniffed the air. There was far too much smoke to come from its cigar. His eyes widened. The kitchen!

“Excuse me for a moment, my Lord. It seems Eisendame has set up on fire more than the meal.”

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His fingers twitched against his will when Isaak emphasized ‘alone’, as if to remind him of the betrayal of his siblings. It had never ceased to irritate him when it was mentioned though he almost always concealed it well enough, almost being the keyword.

It was that woman’s fault. It always has been. She was not satisfied just by leaving them to join the humans, but she also manipulated Abel and Seth to turn against him as well. Cain thought that after Lilith had died, Abel and Seth would perhaps regain their senses, but no, that woman poisoned Abel’s mind against him. Time and again, the mere memory of her had thwarted his plans.

The Crusnik’s eyes narrowed in displeasure at the unpleasant memory. He realized that Isaak is playing mind games with him, but aren’t they all? “As long as you think you have it under your control, Isaak.”

Cain excused the Magus and followed close behind the other to see what damage that the Cardinal has wrecked in the kitchen. If nothing, it would distract him from the thoughts of his brother’s betrayal.

[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

Caterina had grabbed the oil and tossed it on the fire which only fed the flames. Then put on her monocle and looked at the bottle. Well that was a mistake.

Lips turning down in a frown, she took a step back and attempted to assess the situation, then noticed the magician and his project master entering.

"Ah, good. You are just in time, the flames were getting out of hand," And gave an imperious nod as though to allow them to put out the burning wall of fire.

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

At his comment, Isaak brushed his hair as if Cain were some just patronized child. They used to have more physical contact before they created the Order but then his Lord needed it more. He felt some rare moment of empathy when Cain was in a depressive mood.

“Do you wish me to tell you a story when you bathe? Like I used to, my Lord?” offered Isaak with a solicitous voice. Then distanced when he followed Cain to the kitchen, expression disgruntled to notice Caterina had tried to fight the fire with oil. He snapped his fingers and made his shadows extinguish the flames in a blink.

“Are you hurt, Eisendame?”

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“A story would be nice,” Cain replied a little sullenly, allowing Isaak to stroke his hair. A story would push back the thoughts of his brother’s betrayal. He was beginning to think that skipping lunch was a bad idea. Being hungry made his temper short.

The kitchen was in a mess, not unlike what would happen if Cain himself tried to cook. Perhaps if he tried, it would be an even bigger mess. He had not the patience for it. The blond waved a hand in front of his face in an attempt to clear the smoke and the fine dust of flour that floated about the kitchen, coughing as he breathed in the irritants. The Crusnik looked around the kitchen in awe and gave Caterina another wide grin, “You definitely cooked up a storm in here.”

[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

"I am unharmed, Kampfer," She replied, inclining her head, "Your help is appreciated." Then looked to Mein Herr and smiled, giving a soft laugh, "It would seem so. Though I am almost finished."

After they exited the kitchen, she rolled the burnt fish and chips (which were still frozen on the inside) in spices and set them on a platter, then exited to the dining room where she set them down. "They will taste better than they look, I imagine." And waited with a patient smile for the both of them to eat.

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

“That’s relieving,” Isaak commented when Caterina assured she was unharmed. It was a miracle her voluminous hair had not caught fire. He followed Cain to the dinning room and waited for her to serve the result from her adventure. Kämpfer looked down and ventured a bite.

His stomach would have turned if he was a normal human. The fish was cold inside. He subtly muttered some chant to heat them before Cain ate his. He would not spend the rest of his day looking after a sullen Kreznik protesting about stomach aches.

“For your first attempt, Eisendame, it’s better than I expected.”

[evilbeneath.livejournal.com]

As soon as the food was placed in front of his, Cain attacked his with gusto. He has waited an entire day for this! The outside was a little overcooked (an understatement), but the inside was just right, even though he could have sworn that it tasted a little raw. It crunched delightfully though and the spices covered most of the burnt fish.

“It tastes wonderful, Eisendame,” the blond agreed, poking one of the potatoes with his fork. He peered at it carefully, “I like the way you cut it, but… it does not seemed peeled?”

[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

Caterina frowned slightly, "Peeled? Why would I peel that?" Her inexperience showed there, but she bowed her head graciously, "I thank you both for your compliments."

And of course the bones were still in the fish.

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

“You must peeled the potatoes from the skin before cut them and fry them, Eisendame,” Isaak explained, his expression mildly alarmed when he swallowed one of the fish bones. His elastic skin allowed Kämpfer to digest them.

Picking up his wineglass, he chanted once more, making tiny shadows devour the bones in his and Cain’s dish before his leader got choked with a loose spine.

Perhaps he should have named the Duchess Küchengefahr instead of Eisendame.

[[OOC: Küchengefahr = Kitchen Peril/Danger]].

[evilbeneath.livejournal.com]

“Ah well, it is not as if it is a huge mistake, some people eat potatoes with their peels, but those potatoes are usually scrubbed spotless,” Cain said, coming to the Duchess’s rescue. “You did wash them, didn’t you?” Cain said as he gave the newest member of the Orden a quizzical look.

He waved his fork in the air, potato chunk still attached as he continued, not giving a chance for Caterina to even answer his first query. “This fish is great, you took out the bones just like the way I like it.”

[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

"Washed?" Caterina asked, with a frown. "No, I did not wash the potatoes. Though your compliments on the fish are appreciated, I believe whomever the fish was bought from must have taken the bones out, I myself did not do it."

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

Isaak frowned when Cain complimented Caterina. He was making him look in a gloomy light in front of the Duchess. He finished his fish first, forced himself to swallow that, as a way to display his own satisfaction and improve his image.

“Roses doesn’t have thorns. Fishes don’t have bones,” he mused, feigning innocence and sipped white wine to wash away the bad taste from his mouth.

[evilbeneath.livejournal.com]

Cain blinked several times when Caterina mentioned that the potatoes were unwashed and gave the chunk he had been waving a hard, long, stare before dropping it back on his plate and cutting the skin off the potato chunk before popping it into his mouth.

“I’ve heard from either Miss Evelynne or Miss Sunny that the gardens found around here has roses without any thorns,” the blond said. “Perhaps it applies to fishes as well… though how exactly would those fishes swim if it is boneless?”

[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps they float," Caterina suggested helpfully. Then inclined her head, watching.

Isaak's comment caught her attention, was he attempting to impress upon her that the fixes were his doing? She was grateful for that, but wondered why.

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

Isaak put the empty glass down, grateful the wine had covered the bad flavour. Too much spice. Only Mein Herr could like it. He smiled at Cain when he queried about the fishes.

“We haven’t seen any river or lake, haven’t we?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “This world doesn’t follow the logic ours does. Thus impossible feats like roses without thorns, eggs falling from the sky, everblooming lilies and fishes lacking bones aren’t oddities.”

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“Wouldn’t it be a sight to see fishes floating through the air though?” Cain said, finishing the last of his potatoes before folding his napkin and placing it on the table.

The blond leaned back contentedly. He loved to talk, especially after a meal. “The reason that I like this world is because it does not follow logic. Or perhaps, this world is logical and our world is not. You can’t say that it is not a possibility. Different worlds may have different sort of logic that apply to them but not to us. ”

[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

"That is quite a philosophical line of reasoning, Mein Herr," Caterina replied indulgently and lay a hand on his shoulder, "Shall I clear your plate now?" This ... had not been so bad. Cain was rather like Abel. An evil, insidious Abel who was more spoilt and selfish.

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

“Quite profound, my Lord,” Isaak commented, agreeing with a nod. Talking regarding different rules and logic that applied to different worlds made him nostalgic. “However, you are correct. I haven’t spotted floating fishes, however.”

If he did, he would probably think himself delirious first.

“Eisendame, do please take the dishes. I will wash them later,” dismissed the Magician, glancing at Cain. “Mein Herr needs a minute to think of your rank.”

Also, he did not like how agreeable Caterina had displayed herself later on the evening. There was not tension in her body. None the Mage was able to detect. She could not develop a soft spot for Cain, could she? That was absurd to even think about it. No one had a soft spot for Mein Herr. Even Dietrich. The Puppet Master just worshipped the Kreznik.

[[OOC: Jealous!Isaak]].

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“I have been keeping up with some reading in my spare time,” Cain said modestly. At Caterina’s words, the blond dropped both hands to the sides of his chair. “Of course, thank you for the great dinner, Eisendame. I enjoyed myself,” the blond Crusnik said cheerfully.

“Well, it does not mean that you have not spotted any means that there aren’t any, Isaak. As you’ve said so earlier, logic does not apply in this world. So perhaps we may see fishes floating after all.”

He took a moment to ponder on Isaak’s statement. He would definitely not place Caterina into the same rank as Marionettenspieler, Eis Hexe or Basilisk, but placing her on the same rank as Flamberge may prick at the Duchess’s pride. Internal politics, it hurts his head just thinking about it.