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[wheatencrown]

Demeter doesn't like winter, but she does enjoy a good fire. Her travels this year are feeling colder than normal, Milliways is a respite of sorts from not being able to help enough. Also here she can find drinks that aren't easy to find elsewhere.

She's tucked up on a couch sipping a potent hot toddy and looking for familiar faces. In front of her she has some freshly made tiropita that she's eating, Bar makes it almost as well as Demeter's recipe.

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[iprotectyou]

Baze, approaching from the outside with his staff slung over his sweaty shoulders, beams as he smells the scent of her drink.

"Hey, that's a good idea! I was just introduced to hot toddies."

[wheatencrown]

"I've always enjoyed them. They warm me down to my toes. You look in need of some warmth,"

Demeter gestures with her mug to an empty chair and pushes the tiropita his way, Bar gave her an entire round of it. She's curious to speak more to this man on his own, perhaps she can learn how she scared his friend.

[iprotectyou]

Baze gladly settles into the offered chair, twisting to set his staff against the arm. He hails a rat and orders a hot toddy for himself, as well as a refill for her.

"Thank you," Baze says, beaming at her.

"My name is Baze Malbus. May the Force of others be with you! What's this food?"

[wheatencrown]

"Chloe, at the moment of Lesbos. Tiropita, its a cheese pie and popular in my home of Greece,"

Its the name she's currently going by and might be an easier way to start again.

[iprotectyou]

"Pleasure to meet you, Chloe," Baze says, plucking up a piece of the tiropita.

"Cheese pie? I didn't know you could put cheese in a pie! That sounds amazing. Is Greece on Earth?"

[wheatencrown]

"You can put anything in a pie. Yes, it is, in Europe. Where are you from?"

She loves the variety humans have created with baking.

[the_cupbearer]

"Whiskey and pie, classic combination," says Ganymede, sitting down with a heavy crate of oranges still balanced on his hip.

"You look well, my lady."

[wheatencrown]

"I was feeling cold and she has the best selection. Those are beautiful," She leans forward to smell the oranges.

[the_cupbearer]

"Blood oranges," he elaborates, choosing one and making neat, quick work of the peel, slicing out a supreme for her. Ganymede may not worship gods, nor acknowledge them in his every day life, but he isn't stupid. It's best to tread lightly where beings that can destroy everything you hold dear are concerned, even among those unlikely to.

"They make good alcohol. And some habits are hard to break." He smiles, slow and only barely making it past humorless.

[wheatencrown]

She takes the orange with a smile and nod, "They do and a wonderful taste of summer. How are you?"

[the_cupbearer]

"I've been well enough," he says lightly. "I'm living in Tiberias, with Gyda--Ragnar's daughter, from here, I adopted her so she could live in the world again."

He seems happy enough as he says it, until his smile turns withdrawn. "Your brother came to me three days ago. Gyda was playing soccer with friends."

[completederrand]

"That smells delicious," a warm tenor says from over Demeter's shoulder.

Eriond has a hot drink of his own in his hand, but his is hot chocolate, entirely without alcohol. He's kindergarten that way. There's lots of marshmallows and cinnamon visible in it, though.

He waves at the open space next to her. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Look, he gets the feeling winter isn't her best time, so maybe she'd like some company.

[wheatencrown]

She looks up, gives him a longer glance then a smile, "Please do. I always enjoy company."

[completederrand]

At least he's outgrown the baby god stage where he couldn't always remember not to glow, okay?

Eriond settles down and smiles back. "I'm Eriond, by the way. You might have known one of my brothers. Belar?"

His youngest big brother did sorta make a name for himself, after all.

[wheatencrown]

"Oh yes, I miss him. He knew how to have a wonderful time. I'm Demeter,"

He did, Belar created a vibrant atmosphere around him.

[completederrand]

Eriond laughs. "He does that," he agrees cheerfully. "I miss him too, and my other brothers who have mostly moved on, but they have other things to do."

Which is just how it is, sometimes, with deities. Sometimes there's work to be done.

[thewidewideworld]

There's a pretty blonde man sitting by the fire, playing a carved wood and silver flute. He plays of Spring, of warmer days, of the quickening of the earth and the coming of the cherry blossoms.

[wheatencrown]

She smiles at the music and looks over, "That's a beautiful flute."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric bows, smiling softly. "Thank you, m'lady." He holds it out, offering it for her to see. "I carved it myself. My teacher was very strict that we should understand every part of the process to truly play."

[wheatencrown]

"A wise teacher as that's how you'll know it best."

[thewidewideworld]

"My master would never have had us taught by anyone but the best." He smiles fondly. "No matter how hard we had to work at it. It was worth the bruised knuckles and long hours at practice."

[shadowandsnark]

Tybalt, it must be said, has a weakness for pastries and bread.

(Shhh, don't tell.)

"One might hope, or perhaps even presume, that the quantity oh that delicious smelling bread there, might be more than one person might consume? If I am wrong, may I know what this delicacy is named, that I may request my own."

[wheatencrown]

When he comes over, she gives him a thoughtful look, he's unusual, "Its called tiropita and there's more than enough to share."

[shadowandsnark]

He smiles broadly at the invitation and bows his head slightly.

"Tiropita," he muses as he looks closer at the pastry. "I am struck with anticipation at the thought of its taste. May I join you, that I may more easily devour this delicious looking delicacy?"

[wheatencrown]

"Please do. I'm Demeter and I know we haven't met because I'd remember a handsome face like yours,"

She shifts her feet to give him more space.