[She sticks her tongue out at him as he starts getting things from the fridge.]
That was sort of the point!
[She had to prove that she was capable of doing some things right, after all. Especially after her mishap with the knife just a few minutes before. She's still giggling a little as she turns her attention back to the batter and the pan, and she easily resumes ladling it in.
After a moment, she speaks up again.] We've still got that syrup, right? The maple stuff? [One thing she discovered the few times they had pancakes and waffles and so on in the Tower: she really likes maple syrup.]
[Point-blank as usual but it's true; he's used to the sound of the wind that surrounds her, the song of the wind that is her. She's not as close to the third fonon, in terms of frequency, as he is to the seventh, but close enough that it breathed with her.
Close enough that to anyone else there wouldn't be a difference. And the third fonon is closest in frequency to the seventh - perhaps that plays a part in it.]
Just because I don't have to, doesn't mean I don't want to.
[She hums a little as she returns her attention to the cooking. Asch can get the syrup; she'll... continue showing off. Because that, apparently, is also a thing she does around here.
She keeps a careful eye on the food as it cooks and then eases the wind in to flip it. There's something to be said for real control over her powers - of knowing that it is the wind and not some glamour or figment of her imagination or something like that. That's about 25% of the reason she "shows off" so much.
(The other 75% is that she wants to be pulling her weight.)
She grins at him.]
Thanks, Asch! Oh, do we have any fruit juices?
[give her a few moments to get creative with the syrup, then he'll like it]
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That was sort of the point!
[She had to prove that she was capable of doing some things right, after all. Especially after her mishap with the knife just a few minutes before. She's still giggling a little as she turns her attention back to the batter and the pan, and she easily resumes ladling it in.
After a moment, she speaks up again.] We've still got that syrup, right? The maple stuff? [One thing she discovered the few times they had pancakes and waffles and so on in the Tower: she really likes maple syrup.]
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[Point-blank as usual but it's true; he's used to the sound of the wind that surrounds her, the song of the wind that is her. She's not as close to the third fonon, in terms of frequency, as he is to the seventh, but close enough that it breathed with her.
Close enough that to anyone else there wouldn't be a difference. And the third fonon is closest in frequency to the seventh - perhaps that plays a part in it.]
Yeah, I'll get it out.
[personally he can't stand the sticky stuff.]
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[She hums a little as she returns her attention to the cooking. Asch can get the syrup; she'll... continue showing off. Because that, apparently, is also a thing she does around here.
She keeps a careful eye on the food as it cooks and then eases the wind in to flip it. There's something to be said for real control over her powers - of knowing that it is the wind and not some glamour or figment of her imagination or something like that. That's about 25% of the reason she "shows off" so much.
(The other 75% is that she wants to be pulling her weight.)
She grins at him.]
Thanks, Asch! Oh, do we have any fruit juices?
[
give her a few moments to get creative with the syrup, then he'll like it]