23 blueprints -- dictated/action

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[There's a soft, deep humming of I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas coming from the kitchen, coupled with a delicious aroma of gingerbread cookies. Inside, Ted, appropriately dressed in an apron and with some kitchen gloves, takes out a tray full of misshapen cookies. Undeterred by their unfortunate looks, he continues to hum as he places it on some hot pads, then turns around and takes out another two trays, one at a time.

He takes off his gloves and deeply inhales the scent, giving a refreshed and satisfied sigh. Give him a few more moments, and he'll have a plate full of cookies in his hands as he steps into the lobby. Actually, he has the plate in one hand and a half-eaten cookie in the other.]

Anyone want some gingerbread cookies? I swear, they taste so much better than they look.


((I think you know what this means! KISS TIME C: Planned/Unplanned welcome ofc.))23

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[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Hey! That was at least a seven!

--Not that I care or anything, since it was one of those stupid fairy pranks!!

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[An inner wince at that, but it's one that he didn't have any trouble hiding seeing as his attention turned right back to Ted at the outburst.

Before he just... shakes his head.]

No, no, please stay. I'm sure we'd love to hear some more tips.

[All the sarcasm.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

You're the expert here, aren't you? [She scowls at Rookie before ignoring him in favor of Ted.]

There's such a thing as too much credit.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Ted gives a briefly confused look when Kallen's attention is on Rookie.] Wait, do you two know each other?

[And then, when she talks to him, his lips pull together into a thin line.]

Like I said, I don't care, but we definitely deserved more than a six and a half!

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

I don't remember making any claims that I was.

[Returning that scowl with a quirk of his lips and a snort, before drawing those eyes back to the architect with a small nod.]

Yeah.

[Then he's just going to fall silent again because NOPE. He's not going to comment.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

Didn't need to. [The scowl deepens slightly, and her gaze goes back to Rookie even when she answers Ted.]

Yup.

[A little more scowling ensues before Kallen gives in a cracks a small smile.] Nice form on the fall, by the way.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Rookie's fault, not mine.

[Drinking that eggnog some more. Paradisa just gives Ted far too many reasons to be a full-blown alcoholic.]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

What can I say? [Sliver of a grin, more so after that scowl disappears than anything else.] Falling's my specialty.

[Then to Ted, eying that eggnog.]

That shove didn't help, architect.

[Not that Rookie really blames Ted, because he would have done the same.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

You do it so well, too. [Grinning, she glances at Ted again.]

So, you have a name?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Softly, in a low, mocking tone.]

that shove didn help architect

[Oh, the girl's talking to him, right. He gives a little smile and a little waggle of his fingers to pass off as a wave. he... kind of felt too awkward to really shake her hand at the moment.]

Name's Ted.

1/2

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Ted. Don't make him punch you in the shoulder, because he will.

And it will hurt. A lot.]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[He gives a light sigh, though, before finally wishing up something to drink as well (and oddly enough, not alcoholic). Though anything he planned on saying was decidedly left to silence, as he stuck to eying the two of them with a quirk of a brow.

No sense in adding to a conversation if he didn't have to, after all.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

You two sound like eight year olds arguing, I hope you know that.

[Regardless, she's laughing a little, and she nods back to Ted in a return greeting.]

Kallen. Nice to meet you.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[What is settling things like a proper adult?]

You too.

Also, I hope we're clear: I am not gay for him.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Kallen's words get a shrug, before he's taking another sip from his drink -

and then choking on it when hearing the civilian. Which is why he can't currently respond, as he's trying not to die.

But there is a whole lot of coughing and mingled strings of laughter, at least.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

[She opens her mouth to respond, but Rookie's choking immediately grabs her attention. Quick enough, she's over there, lightly pounding on his back with an expression mixed with slight concern and amusement.]

Remember to breathe. [She's really close to laughing herself. As soon as Rook stops gagging, she most likely will.]

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Juuust getting that out of the way.

[Raising an eyebrow at Rookie as he tilts back his eg.... oh, shit, he drank all of it. welp.

Now he just has to wait for the alcohol to settle in.]

So how do you two know each other?

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

I know. [The words come out a bit raspy, but it's followed with another little cough and chuckle. Wasn't very long before he was regaining his senses and leaning back to eye Ted with a smile.] Glad you cleared that up, civvy.

[Then that question has him pausing, before he's turning to silently glance towards Kallen.]

Uh. [Then back at Ted.] We met in the kitchen. Over cake.

[emit.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. It was frosted like a watermelon. Pretty good cake, if I remember.

[Not awkward at all~]

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Cake? What, were you having a birthday party or something, Rook?

[AND YOU DIDN'T TELL HIM YOU BASTARD?]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[A nod hearing Kallen, grinning, before attention drifted right back over towards the architect with a shake of his head.]

No. Nothing like that. I just found her cutting up one when I was still new to the castle.

[AND SINCE WHEN DOES ROOKIE TELL PEOPLE ABOUT ANYTHING INVOLVING HIM? C'MON CIVVY.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

We became friends during the world change with the ships and pirates. I'm sure you remember that one. Lots of water, hard to forget.

[She's still standing beside Rookie, and she does eye him at the mention of a birthday.]

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Best world change ever.

[He totally got the cruise ship :DDDD]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to pretend he doesn't notice that glance, yeap. Though Ted will get a look, before it shifts into an amused smirk.]

Says the one who didn't have to fight for the majority of it.

[emit.livejournal.com]

Or any of it, probably. I'd have loved to see him deal with the harpies.

[She moves to sit on the arm of the couch between them.]

So what about you two, huh? How'd you meet?