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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]

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.

[takethat]

Good to know.

[He's so irked now that he's just rolled a big hole into his cookie dough.]

Dammit.

...probably for the best anyway.

[cantacquityou]

...I am outside.

1/2

[takethat]

Good for you.

2/2

[takethat]

I'm not bringing cookies outside where it's cold to someone who doesn't want them anyway.

[cantacquityou]

...I said nothing of the sort, but suit yourself.

[takethat]

I don't know. You seem so personally offended that I'm religious... you better not eat the cookies. You might catch Jewish from them.

[The sound of clanging and general movement is probably drifting through the journal now, as he's picking up and cleaning up the kitchen. All that's left is to bake the second batch, since he's given up on the third.]

[cantacquityou]

[A sigh.]



...You're an idiot.

[takethat]

Well... you're a jerk.

[cantacquityou]

...Was that supposed to be news?

[takethat]

Do you want me to like you, or not?

[Ha ha it's funny how this is just being broadcast over the journals while Phoenix doesn't think to filter it at all.]

[cantacquityou]

...I wasn't aware I had a choice.

[takethat]

[Whatever he's just muttered, it sounds particularly like "screw you."








It's a good few minutes before he says anything again, and he's not really even sure Edgeworth's still listening, but he tries anyway.]

Just give me a yes or no answer: do you want the cookies?

[cantacquityou]

...A handmade gift from you? How could I refuse?