[ It's all good, he's gonna end up turning most of the jars into rats and spiders and sending them on their way once his roomie realizes that the basement smells like an exploded Starbucks. Gotta get rid of the evidence somehow! ]
... Which holidays?
[ because as of right now, there's probably enough spice to last them straight through til next christmas. And witchboys don't give out cookies, ugh, altruism! ]
[ he does not, he just does his best to avoid it, and he can't quite keep the sour note out of his voice as he finishes lobotomizing the pumpkin. When you usually dress like you just escaped from a thanksgiving pageant, you get twice the commentary. ]
Yes, I'm sure you do. [ He doesn't believe him, but he doesn't push either. Once he's done, Shade took a look, peering over it, and then -- ]
Excellent! Now to scoop the waste out... --
[ Which instead of actually scooping anything out, shade just sweeps through with his shadows, only leaving pumpkin pulp inside, and no seeds or anything. But if Klarion looks in the garbage can, there they will be. ]
[ He cares about ruining his rep! Man, nobody's gonna be spooked by Klarion if they think he bakes cookies! ]
I suppose... [ That sounds like he's gonna need to swap out the knife for a spoon, so Klarion heads to the counter, glancing into the garbage can along the way. The look he gives Shade over his shoulder is pure 'r u srs'. ]
That may be the most mundane use of powers I think I've seen.
[ Klarion just shrugs and gets back to work on the pumpkin. His magic and his bond with Teekl are both pretty instinctual; give him a hundred years and he might start using them for cooking too.
... Well, okay, maybe not the cat.]
Fair enough. I don't suppose I have room to criticize, I teleported the garbage outside last week. Is this good enough? [ he tilts the pumpkin forward for inspection! ]
[ For Klarion, the time, the waiting, is usually the hardest part. Shade knows what he's doing when it comes to cookery though, so Klarion's willing to at least try being patient. ]
[ He shrugged. ] Some carve them, but it's past Halloween, now. I can't imagine anything useful to do with the rind now.
[ He turned to start tempering the meat, and then looked back over to Klarion. ] Bring some of that spice? We'll make the pumpkin itself have a bit of a kick.
Something about the harvest season normally means spices of these sorts, mulled wine, ciders, that sorts of thing.
I find it all a bit...nostalgic, personally. I remember when this wasn't such a pronounced thing, but simply existed. However...you know how corporations are these days. They love to capitalize on even the smallest thing.
It must be because they don't have to harvest the crops themselves anymore. It's all... automatons or something. [ He shrugs and sits down backwards in the nearest chair, folding his arms over the back and resting his chin against them. ] My family wanted me to be a farmer of all things, back home.
Good night, could you imagine? How droll that would have to be.
[ Says Shade. The gardener. ]
It's lucky you escaped that life, honestly! I find that it's best left for those who have a passion for it -- or the machines, for your run of the mill necessities.
Heavens above, it would have been so boring! [ DRAMATIC TEENAGE EYEROLL. ] Nobody had any passion for anything, and once you died, you'd just be brought back as a Grundy and then you were as good as a machine anyway!
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But I think we can find a use for them! Perhaps we should give out cookies for the holidays, yes?
[ He will find a way to get rid of this shit. ]
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... Which holidays?
[ because as of right now, there's probably enough spice to last them straight through til next christmas. And witchboys don't give out cookies, ugh, altruism! ]
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[ Sorry Klarion, Shade is going to take his jar and make cookies and give them out and say you helped.
It's happening. ]
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Oh, right. I always forget about that one.
[ he does not, he just does his best to avoid it, and he can't quite keep the sour note out of his voice as he finishes lobotomizing the pumpkin. When you usually dress like you just escaped from a thanksgiving pageant, you get twice the commentary. ]
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Yes, I'm sure you do. [ He doesn't believe him, but he doesn't push either. Once he's done, Shade took a look, peering over it, and then -- ]
Excellent! Now to scoop the waste out... --
[ Which instead of actually scooping anything out, shade just sweeps through with his shadows, only leaving pumpkin pulp inside, and no seeds or anything. But if Klarion looks in the garbage can, there they will be. ]
Do you want to start scraping up the pumpkin?
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I suppose... [ That sounds like he's gonna need to swap out the knife for a spoon, so Klarion heads to the counter, glancing into the garbage can along the way. The look he gives Shade over his shoulder is pure 'r u srs'. ]
That may be the most mundane use of powers I think I've seen.
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I've had them for so long, they're simply another tool -- whether they're used for dramatic purposes or mundane, it's... no different than my limbs.
[ He's had his powers for like 200 years, give him a break!! ]
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... Well, okay, maybe not the cat.]
Fair enough. I don't suppose I have room to criticize, I teleported the garbage outside last week. Is this good enough? [ he tilts the pumpkin forward for inspection! ]
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Why yes, I think so.
Alright, now...
[ He took the pumpkin, and held the hole over the pan, to start dumping the scrapings into the pan -- leaving only the rind left. ]
There we are! Now it's only time.
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What do you do with the pumpkin afterwards?
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[ He shrugged. ] Some carve them, but it's past Halloween, now. I can't imagine anything useful to do with the rind now.
[ He turned to start tempering the meat, and then looked back over to Klarion. ] Bring some of that spice? We'll make the pumpkin itself have a bit of a kick.
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If you want any more afterwards, don't hesitate to ask. There's plenty of extra jars.
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[ Said dubiously. Klarion, this was such a poor idea.
He sprinkled some in, just a dash. ]
We'll add more in a bit, I promise.
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I'm getting rid of the rest of it.
I think I missed out on the pie last year, though. Is that a seasonal thing too?
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Something about the harvest season normally means spices of these sorts, mulled wine, ciders, that sorts of thing.
I find it all a bit...nostalgic, personally. I remember when this wasn't such a pronounced thing, but simply existed. However...you know how corporations are these days. They love to capitalize on even the smallest thing.
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[ Says Shade. The gardener. ]
It's lucky you escaped that life, honestly! I find that it's best left for those who have a passion for it -- or the machines, for your run of the mill necessities.
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Is that why you left?
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[ A pause. ] Why not?
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Perhaps they haven't found a way to understand you, yes? Or are you in a foul temper when I'm around?
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