aftercare

[duke_of_illusions]

Barma wakes up an hour or so later, yawning.

Reaching to check on Al right away.

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[duke_of_illusions]

He returns, a comparatively long while later, with more of his food. The sort that makes Al understand cooking as art. Crisp latkes with apple cherry sauce and sour cream, a chilled cucumber and basil soup.

[al_truism]

It's like absolutely nothing Al has seen before, but he's adventurous enough to try it all. He takes a special liking the latkes, especially because of the hint of apple.

"What are these?"

[duke_of_illusions]

"Potato and onion, mostly. A touch of flour and egg."

Joining him, tucking in.

[al_truism]

"They're really delicious. Kind of like pancakes but crispy."

[duke_of_illusions]

"They go well with sour cream, too."

Since there's a healthy dollop in the soup.

[al_truism]

"I'd like to learn how to make this, sometime."

He sips at the soup too, slowly.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Of course."

He smiles.

"I've liked the idea of cooking together."

[al_truism]

"I have an apron," he confesses. "With cat faces sewn on the edge."

[duke_of_illusions]

Barma smiles.

"Oh, well, in that case."

[al_truism]

Al just laughs, flushes when he realizes how silly he sounds.

"I feel drunk."

[duke_of_illusions]

"You probably are."

Informing him.

"It's the same idea."

[al_truism]

"The depressive element to it?"

He sets his cheek on Barma's shoulder.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Or the endorphins. The bubbly high. The slightly altered brain chemistry."

[al_truism]

"I don't feel very high right now," he admits. He's been somewhat quiet.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Still feeling it?"

[al_truism]

Al nods carefully, shutting his eyes.

"It'll be better soon," he tells him, hopeful.

[duke_of_illusions]

"The food will help."

Rubbing his side.

[al_truism]

Al stretches out, encouraging more of the rubbing, and obediently reaches for a few more bites.

[duke_of_illusions]

"What would you like to learn to cook first?"

Curious.

"Leek and sweetmeats with balsamic vinegar, or pears braised in red wine, with candied pecans. A bouillabaise fish stew, sweet and orange with saffron."

[al_truism]

"Fish stew. What's that word?"

It sounded like a sneeze to his ears. Still very country boy.

whoops so late

[duke_of_illusions]

"Bouillabaisse?"

Smiling.

"That takes a very long time to do well. Fragrant saffron, a good stock, five kinds of fish at least-"

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[al_truism]

"Where will we catch them?"

Because it takes fresh fish to make a very, very good meal.

[duke_of_illusions]

"The pond outside, or that aquarium if we're feeling dreadful."

Smiling.

[al_truism]

"The pond. Unless the fishes in the aquarium are tastier than they're supposed to be."

Al moves in close, gives him a soft little kiss.

[duke_of_illusions]

"No, but I have fond memories of that aquarium. That's where both Jacks had me, under the blue light."