And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

Comments

[plegia]

[HERE HAVE A PLATE FULL OF CREAM PUFFS SHOVED AT YOU.]

Help me eat these. I could eat them all myself, but I didn't make this many just for me.

[FOOD BRIBERY ALWAYS WORKS]

[deofoled]

[ Being assaulted by pastries was something he didn't think was going to happen today. He steps back more out of confusion, but it sure lets Gangrel come into his room.]

...creampuffs? Why? I- [ He is not going to get to thank you, so he just takes one and stuffs it in his mouth instead. That's the same thing, right?]

[plegia]

[And in he comes! Here you go, you can take the plate.]

They're the only things I know how to make with that... what is it called again? The little metal box that heats things up.

[did you even try, gangrel]

[deofoled]

[ Creampuff plate acquired, and he is not going to hold back and just eat a bunch of them. Don't mind his manners.]

Microwave? [ Said with a mouth full of creampuff.] You can cook with it?

[plegia]

[Who needs manners anyway, just go to town on them, man.]

You just put it in there, press the time, and watch it go! It's very easy. But I'm always a bit concerned anything I put in there will explode.

[IT'S A TINY METAL BOX OF DEATH, KILLIA]

[deofoled]

[...this is why he feels oddly almost comfortable with Gangrel.]

But then you couldn't season it, or adjust the heat. [ Eating another creampuff.] These aren't bad, though. [ Well that and he is pretty hungry.]

[plegia]

I doubt it's effective for cooking everything, but it works just fine for cream puffs.

[Shrug! It's not like he's tried to cook anything else in it. After all, if he can get other people to cook for him why would he learn about all this new and terrifying technology??]

[deofoled]

[ Nods.]

Are creampuffs your favorite dessert?

[plegia]

I don't know if I'd say they're my favorite. Plegia doesn't have much in the way of sweets.

[ALL DESSERTS ARE HIS FAVORITES]

[deofoled]

Why not? They're delicious. [ He loves all food tbh.]

[plegia]

It's not like I've tried every dessert, you know! I can't say it's my favorite!

[deofoled]

[...]

Well if you tell me what you want, I'll make it for you.

[plegia]

...Will you really?

[deofoled]

Yeah, why not?

[ He is grateful for the creampuffs and company even if he won't express it normally.]