[Okay, so it hadn't been a date-date. But even though that had been the way that both of them had wanted it, Emil still couldn't help but feel that he hadn't been the best of company even in a purely platonic sense; given that he has a guilt complex the size of a small continent, that translated into him being convinced that he'd somehow ruined the entire thing.
Fortunately, if there's one thing that he's good at, it's apologizing. Combined with his other talent for cooking, the end result is him carrying a basket of something that smells very delicious over to the house and then... hesitating for a long moment before he knocks on the door. A very long moment. Come on, Emil, it's not that hard.
By the time he finally manages to tap on the door, he probably looks like he's on the run from something huge that wants to eat him.]
[... oh no. A part of him had been hoping that someone else would answer the door so that he could just leave the cookies and run and continue his streak of being an absolute failure at everything without having to actually apologize in person. But now that he's face-to-face with Edna, his expression is not unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights, and suddenly everything he'd been planning to say has vacated his brain. Whoops.]
I, um... I thought... after the other day...
[Finally he gives up on trying to explain himself via words and just holds out the basket, face red and eyes focused on the ground.]
[Because that entire house is a weirdo magnet, apparently. I mean, look at Dezel's friends.
When she says that, his eyes immediately snap back up and he waves his hands frantically in an attempt to defuse the situation.]
N-no, I didn't mean it like that! I just... I felt bad for being such bad company the other day, that's all. I know I probably wasn't very much fun to spend time with, so I thought...
I dunno if he likes it, but he's great at it. Seriously, if Sorey ever invites you over for dinner--and he might, it's Sorey, it's going to be either Meebo or Dezel cooking and they're fantastic. I didn't say that, though.
It sounds like your house is pretty lively. It must be nice having so many people around all the time.
[Not that he doesn't like living with North-- he likes it a great deal, but without people to drag him into things, he has a tendency to just sort of keep to himself out of habit.]
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Fortunately, if there's one thing that he's good at, it's apologizing. Combined with his other talent for cooking, the end result is him carrying a basket of something that smells very delicious over to the house and then... hesitating for a long moment before he knocks on the door. A very long moment. Come on, Emil, it's not that hard.
By the time he finally manages to tap on the door, he probably looks like he's on the run from something huge that wants to eat him.]
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Yeah?
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and continue his streak of being an absolute failure at everythingwithout having to actually apologize in person. But now that he's face-to-face with Edna, his expression is not unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights, and suddenly everything he'd been planning to say has vacated his brain. Whoops.]I, um... I thought... after the other day...
[Finally he gives up on trying to explain himself via words and just holds out the basket, face red and eyes focused on the ground.]
... these are for you.
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Edna takes the basket and peeks in, pleased with the cookies but also very confused.]
I told you I don't do dating, right? Besides, you're too young for me.
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When she says that, his eyes immediately snap back up and he waves his hands frantically in an attempt to defuse the situation.]
N-no, I didn't mean it like that! I just... I felt bad for being such bad company the other day, that's all. I know I probably wasn't very much fun to spend time with, so I thought...
[... he really isn't making this any better.]
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Didn't we go over this already? Stop. Apologizing. For stupid. Crap.
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... I mean, right. I'll try my best.
[It's just a hard habit to break, even after being in Verens for as long as he has.]
I just don't want people to be angry with me.
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[Well, she doesn't sound angry, so that's good, right?]
They're maple walnut cookies. You said you liked sweets and nuts, so I thought it would be a good combination.
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Can I get the recipe? I need to have Meebo make these.
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[... she likes them? She likes them. He hasn't failed at something for once in his life!]
Um, sure. I can copy it down for you when I go back to my house and then bring it over. They're not that hard to make at all.
[Now he actually sounds pleased... as if the pale sparkles appearing in the background behind him didn't already make that much clear.]
Does Meebo like to cook too?
[He hasn't yet realized that she's referring to Mikleo.]
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I dunno if he likes it, but he's great at it. Seriously, if Sorey ever invites you over for dinner--and he might, it's Sorey, it's going to be either Meebo or Dezel cooking and they're fantastic. I didn't say that, though.
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Sorey's that bad of a cook, huh? I would've thought someone who liked to eat as much as he does would've at least learned how to make the basics.
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[Not that he doesn't like living with North-- he likes it a great deal, but without people to drag him into things, he has a tendency to just sort of keep to himself out of habit.]
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I stay in my room most of the time, or out of the house. I keep my sanity better.
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[To him, that sounds like an amazing living situation.]
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... wait, who's the couple?
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You know Sorey and Mikleo, yeah? Or at least one of them?
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[Okay, so it's not a huge surprise, but still. Whaaaaaat.]
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[Hey he waxes poetic about Richter too but he's totally not in love with him or anything, okay. He's also not turning red at the thought.]
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How could you not?
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[His only real experience with that sort of thing is Marta and she isn't exactly subtle about... well, anything.]
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