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[outofoffice]

Who: Venti, Yuri, Saya, Lumine, and Kantera
What: A moment of respite
When: March 4th
Where: A house at the far edge of Blossomcrown
Warnings: Probably mentions of previous game trauma/violence


[ Venti has always been the type who wanders to the beat of his own drum, dipping in and out of people's lives as easily as the blowing wind. But Tokyo-F . . . changed things, somewhat.

Though his initial instinct had been to sleep under a tree and call it "home," an invitation to live with old friends put a halt to those plans. For starters, it would be protection from the unpredictable weather in the segments. For another, maybe he did get used to having a bed and a room to call "home," in no small part because of the teammates and friends who inhabited it with him. Now that solitary tree feels . . . lonely, in a way it didn't before.

And so here he is, standing at the threshold of a house full of people he loves and trusts, who asked him to stay . . . it makes him feel his age, but not in a bad way, for once. Nor does he feel that nagging urge to disappear into the wind.

Should he catch anyone watching him, the pensive expression dissolves into a smile. ]

Hehe, is this the part where we fight over bedrooms?

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[erschlagen]

You have my gratitude, Kantera.

[He states with a charming smile as he accepts the tea. As for that plate of popcorn, Ciaran hops down from the sofa and starts sniffing it curiously before eating it up. It seems even faerie hounds like Ciaran like popcorn. It’s the universal snack for all creatures, even fantasy ones.

Rosen cannot help but laugh as he watches his dog much on the popcorn. That silly mutt will be the death of him someday.]

I swear Ciaran acts as if I haven’t fed him in days.

[He mutters before taking a sip. It’s not bad! It seems Kantera knows his alcohol or at least someone in this house does.]

Tell me, what’s your poison of choice? As half-dragon, I suspect you could drink me under a table.

[happydreamed]

[He lives with Venti, they have the Good Stuff.]

Ah, I'm afraid that as a doctor, I don't drink much more than a few glasses of wine at a party now and then. They frown on doctors showing up to work hungover, you see, so I have to find other ways to enjoy myself.

[It's for the best - he couldn't keep up with Saya and Venti even if he tried.]

[erschlagen]

And what are these other "ways"?

[He asks with a bit a frown. So far, this mild-mannered doctor seems like a stick in the mud. Definitely not the adventurous type. So, he's a little curious to know what this fellow does for fun.]

I take it you're not the sparring type either.

[happydreamed]

I quite enjoy cooking, and Saya enjoys being cooked for, so that works out splendidly for us. Besides that, I'm an avid reader. The two of us originally bonded over laughing at cliche romance novels, actually.

[Fond memories.]

[erschlagen]

[An avid reader, he says. And a fledgling chef, too? A thoughtful hum escapes Rosen as he sips his tea. He’s grateful for the slight hint of alcohol here. It helps keep his mood nice and even for the time being. Contrary to popular belief, not every Irishman is an angry drunk. Rosen is more sociable when slightly tipsy but he’s also much easier to anger.]

I know how to cook well enough, I suppose. [A beat.] Though, my daughter…was admittedly better at it than I was.

[Then again, his daughter didn't scorch her tastebuds experimenting with spicy foods.]

[happydreamed]

Saya will be happy if you cook for her sometime, even if the results are only average. She appreciates all kinds of food, but appreciates being doted on the most.

[A helpful hint from one of Saya's paramours to another.]

[erschlagen]

Will she now? Thanks for the suggestion!

[He can't help but smile a little at that idea. While Rosen isn't exactly a good cook, he knows how to make a few dishes here and there. Maybe they could have a cookout or something of that nature? That seems like fun idea.]

Does she have any favorites? I already know she's a fan of junk food.

[happydreamed]

Happy to help. Sweets and chocolate are her favorites, but she'll eat anything with gusto.

[He's seen her eat frogs. He doesn't think he should tell Rosen that, it's a weird look.]

[erschlagen]

Duly noted!

[He figured that someone as sweet as Saya would have a penchant for all things sugary. While he doesn't mind the occasional treat, Rosen prefers spicy over sweet. Then again, that shouldn't come a surprise.]

What about yourself, Kantera? Are you a fan of sweets?

[For some reason, he gets a sense that Kantera is the type to prefer savory over sweet.]

[happydreamed]

Indeed I am. Especially ones that pair well with tea.

[Kantera's sweet tooth is a little unbecoming of a doctor, but so sue him.]

I can also cook other things, of course. You really must come over for dinner sometime.

[erschlagen]

[Tea and dessert, hm? That's easy enough to remember since Rosen likes both. While his baking skills are indeed questionable, he knows his tea well enough. Nevertheless, his eyes light up at the thought of being invited for dinner.]

Is this a formal invite? Cause if so--I would be most honored!

[He laughs quietly before reaching over to pet Ciaran who was staring at the two of them with such hopeful eyes. The damn dog is already begging for treats again. This wins a groan from Rosen.]

However, I fear you would have to make a plate for this little rascal.

[He jokes.]

[happydreamed]

[A light chuckle at Ciaran's antics.]

Both you and your companion are welcome here. I would so hate for him to feel neglected.