Office Hours - We Could Be
Dec. 31st, 2037 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shieldof[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]
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Date: 2025-10-26 10:39 pm (UTC)[He didn't push the subject, sitting in silence for a moment or two.]
...Do you like it? I was worried I might not have remembered the ingredients correctly.
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Date: 2025-10-26 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2025-10-30 05:13 am (UTC)Would you mind showing me the recipe, at some point?
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Date: 2025-10-30 05:09 pm (UTC)It's meant to be made with minimal ingredients, so it is not difficult by any means.
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Date: 2025-10-31 03:04 am (UTC)[Gonna kind of. Lean forward, watch the recipe as it's written out.]
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Date: 2025-10-31 03:07 am (UTC)[Viktor's handwriting was far more neat and orderly than the typical mad scientist's might have been--truly a method to the madness, or he was actively focusing enough to make sure it was legible. Anyone's guess, really.]
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Date: 2025-11-03 12:47 am (UTC)[...that would probably sound sarcastic from a lot of people, but she seems sincere.]
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Date: 2025-11-03 12:54 am (UTC)[Carefully tearing the page out of his journal, he handed the recipe over with a small smile.]