Office Hours - We Could Be

[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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Comments

[hexalding]

That's reassuring to hear. As long as it helps even a little, I can accept that as a resounding success.

[shieldof]

[She hesitates.]

Would you mind showing me the recipe, at some point?

[hexalding]

No, of course not--I can write it down right now. [He brightened up just a little, taking out his journal and starting to do exactly that.]

It's meant to be made with minimal ingredients, so it is not difficult by any means.

[shieldof]

Oh, thank you-

[Gonna kind of. Lean forward, watch the recipe as it's written out.]

[hexalding]

Not at all--my parents would have been flattered, I am sure.

[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.]

[shieldof]

A family recipe? I'm honored.

[...that would probably sound sarcastic from a lot of people, but she seems sincere.]

[hexalding]

It isn't much--we never had particularly much to work with in general--but if you like it, you're more than welcome to it.

[Carefully tearing the page out of his journal, he handed the recipe over with a small smile.]