Two pups, two muns

[cook_the_rude]

Today, Dr. Hannibal Lecter and a ten-year-old redhead known to be a younger version of Milliways' favourite baker are busy in the kitchen, making ice cream.

It's a slightly unusual kind, and involves grinding up gingerbread.

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[sunbaked_baker]

The apron may be a bit too big on Rae, but she's willing! The ten-year-old's sleeves are rolled up and her hands washed, helping to carefully measure ingredients.

[herr_bookman]

Autor pops into the kitchen today, holding a clove of garlic and a few bunches of herbs. He sizes up the two immediately, beaming delightedly at Rae and then narrowing his eyes at Dr. Lecter.

The situation is obvious; they're clearly cooking something, and she's happy, and it's up to him to either ruin it by acting protective--where she won't understand him--or let them be.

"Rae," Autor says, smiling a little. "Do you mind if I cook something with garlic?"

[collects_strays]

There's a shadow lingering in the doorway to the kitchen.

It doesn't creep in any farther. At least, not at once.

[sidhe_king]

There is a watcher for this busyness, in the form of an ageless sidhe king dressed head-to-toes in black with sloe eyes taking in the motions made. He's waiting by the door, unobtrusive as he follows each human in their turns. Of course he'd be here today; it is the solstice, after all.

"Shall I take it this is your version of pushing back the year-ending darkness?"