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[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.))
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.))
Nick (THRID TIME IS A CHARM ADGAHK )
[asdgha Nick. there's a pause and you can hear a small smile on her end]
Thanks... Nick.
Maya
[He's getting all kinds of flustered now, so he's just gonna be over here... being quiet...]
Nick
TEASE NICK]
I'll talk to Wheatley and make sure he doesn't phrase things in a such a weird way anymore. So don't go getting into any fist fights, okay? Who knows, you might end up not being able to talk again!
Maya
Hey! Hey now! I could take him in a fight!
Nick
Maya
Nick
[nah, she actually thinks Nick could hold his own in a fight. BUT WHY WOULD SHE SAY THAT, this is more fun]
Maya
[Maya is succeeding spectacularly in getting his feathers ruffled.]
Nick
Maya
Nick
Maya
[And as his words are more or less disregarded, he suddenly has the horrific mental image of Maya dragging him to dinner with Wheatley.]
Nick
Maya
[Sigh. How is it he can win arguments in court against some of the most ruthless prosecutors to ever exist, yet never can win against Maya?]
Nick
Anyway... other then that, how have you been?
Maya
Nick
Maya
Nick
Maya
[Read: Phoenix doesn't think Wheatley has a clue what he's doing.]
...you really want to leave that bad, huh?
Nick
Sort of. I guess I just want to help out everyone else who wants to go home, you know?
[but, honestly... the fact that Nick and so many other people from home. Well... being here isn't bad at all]
Maya
[He's thoroughly happy here, though. If he could just be doing his job, everything would be just about perfect, but he knows this is an unpopular opinion.]
Nick