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[takethat]

[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.))

Comments

[takethat]

Since always?





...Jewish cookies. Jewish holiday. I'm Jewish.

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[cantacquityou]

[asdklffslkfga]

[cantacquityou]

...In what alternate universe are you Jewish all of a sudden?

[takethat]

I've always been Jewish. My dad was--sort of, anyway. He kind of halfheartedly followed it, but I always liked the idea, so... here I am. ...Jewish.







So do you want your cookies or not?

[cantacquityou]

...Where are you?

[takethat]

I'm in the kitchen. Just finishing up batch number two. ...yours are part prune and part apricot.

[cantacquityou]

...Is there some sort of significance to that?

[takethat]

Not... especially? I mean, prunes are the most traditional filling for hamantaschen, but I didn't know if you liked them, so I also made you some apricot ones just in case....

[definitely not trying too hard to please you]

[cantacquityou]

...I think I will quietly sit here for a few minutes in an attempt to absorb the fact that I've just randomly learned that someone I thought to have known for over a decade is claiming to have always adhered to a religion.

[takethat]

Well, I can bring you your cookies when I'm done with the second batch, but they won't be warm anymore by then.

[A pause]

I never told you because I thought you'd make fun of me.

[cantacquityou]

[Silence.]

[takethat]

...that big of a shock, huh?

[cantacquityou]

...I certainly would have.

[takethat]

Oh, big surprise...

Yeah, this isn't something I really wanted to be right about.

[cantacquityou]

Just when I thought we couldn't contrast any further...

[takethat]

Oh, come on, it's not that weird, is it?

[cantacquityou]

Yes.


Yes, it is.

[takethat]

Funny, you don't strike me as that intolerant.

[cantacquityou]

More like, simultaneously flabbergasted and amused.

[takethat]

Well, I'm sorry. Like it or not, that's what I am. And you're getting cookies. Period.

[cantacquityou]

[Note the incredulity.]


...Indeed.

[takethat]

If you don't come to the kitchen for them, I'm beating down your door in a few minutes with them instead...

[cantacquityou]

...Good luck with that.

[takethat]

[He's so irritated--by Edgeworth's shortness and particularly by his apparent "intolerance"--that he just goes back to rolling out cookie dough. Angrily. With a few huffy grunts thrown in for good measure.

See if he ever makes you snacks again, Edgeworth. he will]

[cantacquityou]

...I'll save you a bit of trouble. No one's home.