paradisa

[A flour-covered Phoenix may be found in the kitchen bright and early on March 7, adorned with a yellow and white striped apron, and merrily rolling out cookie dough. His journal is open nearby, and he's talking over it.]

So, it's Purim! Or at least, it will be tonight. I don't think it counts for very much here, since the castle seems to be pretty choosy about what holidays it celebrates, but I wanted to make hamantaschen anyway. So, uh, anybody who wants some, please let me know!

[There's a delay as he's cutting out circles from the dough, and then a splatter of prune filling on the journal.]

...if you don't know what they are, they're cookies with fruit filling in the center. These are prune flavored. Don't knock it til you try it, but I can make apricot, too.

[And with that, he goes back to making his cookies, plopping the filling into the center of each one and pinching the cookies into triangle shapes. When finished, they'll look a bit like this, though considerably less perfectly-shaped. A couple are definitely still round.]

Hey, uh--Maya? I need to ask you something.

[A lengthy pause]

...what's going on with you and that Wheatley guy?

I made you a batch of hamantaschen. Lots of different flavors. I'm in the kitchen if you want to come get them, or I can bring them to you later.

((ooc: Jewish!Phoenix is headcanon, not actual canon. The more you know.))

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It never ceases to amaze me when I hear of people who have really been absent from their own homes for that long.

[He takes the glass]

Thank you.

...I wonder if I'll be here for that long, too. I'm pretty content now, but I don't know if that would last.

[ She nods, then pauses. ]

You like it here?

I do. Two of my dearest friends are here.

[This is ~~somewhat of an understatement~~ obviously an emotional thing for him, and he goes back to pinching the cookies into triangles to be a man about it and hide his expression. Yeah, these two people mean the world to him, and he's afraid of someday losing them.]

[ She picks up her glass, staring into the juice. ]

I see. It makes it easier, from what I hear. [ She doesn't like the idea of "settling" but friends help. ]

Wherever they are, that's where I want to be, you know?

[With the last bit of cookie-pinching done, he sets this batch on a pan and slides it into the oven.]

Well... not too much longer on those!

What do you do back home?

Huh?--oh, I'm a lawyer. A defense attorney, to be exact. ...what about you?

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We rarely get those in Paradisa.

[ She smiles a bit. ]

I don't have a day job. My... stepmother's company is worth millions of dollars.

Millions? Holy cow.

[The timer on the oven dings, and he hurries over to retrieve the cookies, oven mitt in tow and talking over his shoulder as he goes.]

...so you don't have a day job? Does that mean you have a night job?

[ She brings the glass back up to her lips. Haha, night job... ]

No, nothing like that.

[He laughs, scrutinizing his now-cooling cookies all the while.]

Worth a guess--especially since you don't seem the type to volunteer any more information than you have to. Am I right?

[ She chuckles softly. Perceptive man. ]

I have to admit there's not much to talk about.

I think all people and their stories are interesting, personally. But, if you don't want to talk about it--that's a far different matter.

My stepmother's a wealthy socialite. There's not much else to it.

If you say so! Wealthy socialites tend to make for a lot of intrigue, though.

Gossip is a part of their lives. Can really kill the mood at a party, though.

I imagine.

[He gingerly pokes one of the now-cooled cookies.]

...looks done to me! Care to join me in a couple of much-needed cookies?

If you don't mind. [ Hnnng, they look so delicious. ]

Fantastic!

[With a smile, he hands over a few of the hamantaschen.]

[ She's going to take a bite out of one. It's kind of hot still, so she slows down on the chewing before swallowing. ]

It's good.

Thanks. I swear they're better when I make them back home. This place isn't conducive to cookies, or something.

Don't sweat it. I'm not much of a cook myself.

I guess I only know how to make a few things, but better to make a few things well than a bunch of things badly, right?

It's a shame whatever you learn or improve on here gets forgotten once you're sent back.

Is that so? How do you know?

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