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[heloise]

The castle gives and takes away. But, mostly, it gives.

Henry and Emma
The tale of Griselda begins with Gualtieri, the Marquis of Saluzzo, who gave more thought to nature and hunting than to marriage and family.


Zelman
Shall we take a walk, once in a blue moon, perhaps?


[ In the wee small hours of the morning, Lucrezia tries to bake a belated birthday cake!

On the kitchen counter is an instruction sheet for a Torta Pane Degli Angeli among packets of flour and sugar, piles of eggshells, a large bowl of egg yolks and one cake that literally fell flat. Everything is dusted with a generous coating of flour and icing sugar, like the girl currently beating egg whites with gusto.

Uru made it seem so easy. ]

[ ooc; as open as can be~ ]

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[impetuous]

Have those eggs maligned you in some way, Lady Lucrezia?

[heloise]

[ She is caught off-guard for a moment. What maligned her--? ]

Oh. No, but they are worthy sacrifices for a friend.

[impetuous]

In that case. Their sacrifice will be the stuff of song.

[secondchances]

[Someone's only up because she was out patrolling late and didn't sleep. Breakfast plans derailed!]

I think that stuff goes into a cake, not all over the entire kitchen.

[heloise]

[ She thought she saw something pass by her window last night! She laughs before pretending to be nonchalant. ]

I thought I had too much, so I chose to put the spare to use and--embellish the kitchen.

[secondchances]

[She laughs and approaches to inspect the carnage.]

What's the occasion?

[dictated]

[thehistorian]

Has it given you something?

[dictated]

[heloise]

It has fulfilled my one dearest wish.

[dictated]

[thehistorian]

Oh, really? Congratulations, then. What was it that it's given you?

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[changethings]

[ A little glumly: ] Sounds like someone I used to know. [ Bad Emma! Let the story be told. ]

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[heloise]

Oh? Who is it?

[inafadingcrown]

And what has it given you, dear one?

[heloise]

My dearest brother.

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[amiable]

Did it give you something, Lucrezia?

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[heloise]

Uru! [ yes that is a plea for help. ]

Yes, it granted me the one I love best.

[takethat]

If the castle gave you something good... then congrats!

[heloise]

You are most kind!

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[fantasies]

[OH MAN OH MAN]

Is this the story you picked?

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[heloise]

Indeed it is.

Your mother expressed her interest.

[assassino]

[Ezio is currently lazing in bed, because he had a late night last night. So, from somewhere under the covers comes a vaguely muffled voice:]

And when it gives, it gives with gusto.

[heloise]

[ Mmmm late nights. ]

Have you received a gift yourself, Ezio?

Lucrezia

[exanimatus]

Ah. [he pauses, deliberates. which is a little odd, since he almost always seems like he's got a perfect answer already prepared.] I'm afraid that "once" will have to wait. I'm in too poor a mood for company.

Zelman

[heloise]

[ She wonders briefly if all her talk of Scheherazade may have scared him away. ]

We have many more blue moons to come.

[ofhope]

Mostly? You might be biased, there.

[heloise]

I might be, but only because it has granted me many gifts so far, which validates my view, does it not?