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[souffle_girlek]

So there's a girl with one hand in a bowl of ice water and the other holding a fork that she's using to deconstruct a rhubarb pie, while reading her book, which is propped up against the napkin dispenser.

It's been a moderately horrid day. Time spent with Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth is called for.

Comments

[not_his_pa]

William stops when he sees the her and turns around, "What did you do to your hand?"

[souffle_girlek]

"I was trying to fix a car engine. I guess I should've let it cool down more."

And, you know.

Not crunched the car against a wall.

Details.

[not_his_pa]

"Is the ice enough? You don't want a burn to get too bad."

[souffle_girlek]

"It doesn't seem to be getting any worse. It's mostly... singed, I think." She thought it was more like a starship engine.

[not_his_pa]

"Long as you're sure, the pie smells good. Did you make it?"

Oswin seems to have a pretty good idea of what she can handle.

[souffle_girlek]

"Yes! Though, the bottom crust's a bit soggy. Haven't worked out how to do that bit right yet. It's better if you just... cut it off." She admits, making a face.

[not_his_pa]

"Soggy can be good in pie, gets all the nice flavors."

[souffle_girlek]

She gives him a deeply dubious look.

"Somehow I don't think 'nice' is an adequate descriptor for this."

[not_his_pa]

"It doesn't taste good?"

[souffle_girlek]

"Well, not the soggy crust part." Wet, soggy pastry just isn't a lovely thing.

[not_his_pa]

"Right," He's running out of useful things to say.

[souffle_girlek]

"The rest of it's not too bad. But there's enough sugar in there that it'd be really hard to be bad." She muses, spearing a piece of rhubarb.

[not_his_pa]

"Sugar can help with anything."

[souffle_girlek]

"Certainly didn't hurt in this case." Oswin agrees.

[not_his_pa]

"Would it be alright if I had some?" He's had a long day and it does smell good.

[souffle_girlek]

"Yeah - the rest of the pie is in the refrigerator nearest to the back door of the kitchen, second shelf. Help yourself." Normally she'd do it for him (someone wants her food!) but... hand.

[not_his_pa]

"Do you need anymore ice or anything else while I'm in the kitchen?"

[souffle_girlek]

"No, I think I'm good." She grins at him openly.

[not_his_pa]

Her grin's reassuring and smiles before heading into the kitchen and soon returning with some pie in a bowl, that seemed easier than trying to get it onto a plate.

[souffle_girlek]

"I should just rename it rhubarb soup." Oswin muses, scrunching her nose at the dishware.

[not_his_pa]

He got a lot of it and is eating on his way, "Its good."

[souffle_girlek]

"It's a mess." Oswin is less forgiving, but she has high standards for her pastries. 'Edible' is only part of it.

[not_his_pa]

"Most things are," He shrugs and sits down.

[souffle_girlek]

"Hey! Speak for yourself." She retorts archly.

[not_his_pa]

"I was."