[ Nero looks slightly alarmed at the mention of ghosting, but also quickly moves on from that. Following him into the kitchen, assuming this is Aventurine's place.
He didn't make any other plans for the day, so this is fine. ]
Let's start with the meal.
[ As he starts pulling out the ingredients for Sole Meunière. How does the kitchen look at the moment? ]
( it's clean and organized, because if nothing else, to play the part of owner of this room - which aventurine isn't even entirely pressed about playing pretend, despite all -, he had to learn where everything is, and at least make it prim and proper.
he leans against the counter, arms crossed. literally like the owns the place. )
Knives are over there, ( he points at the knife block, to the left of the sink, ) pans are down here, ( tap tap of his foot against a cabinet next to him, ) there's some seasoning over here, ( cabinet above him, ) and utensils in that drawer. ( mostly cooking chopsticks. even though aventurine is nowhere near asian looking, but don't worry about it. )
Just rummage through the place, if you want. Take whatever you need, if you haven't bought it yet. The kitchen is yours for now, Mr. Chef.
[ Seems about standard to him. The chopsticks he knows only vaguely from what the sage told him. It's just not something that exists back home. He does take in where all the kitchen utensils are, almost like he's casing the joint. ]
Been a while since somebody's called me that.
[ It's kind of nice to slot back into a role where who he is doesn't matter. ] [ Pulling out a pie dish, and putting his flour into it. It's so easy, and so clearly practiced for him to start preparing the fish, going through all the motions like he's done it a hundred thousand times before. ]
( he'll stay where he is, perhaps take a step or two to the side in case nero needs the space or the cabinets behind him; but aventurine stays, close by for no true reason other than let his watchful eyes observe nero hard at work. the true reason behind it could be plenty, but above all else, it's his own caution and trust issues.
not that he thinks nero would slip in poison or anything of the like right in front of him, but old habits die hard. )
I can tell you're more than used to cooking, from how you handle your ingredients with confidence. A seasoned chef, I assume.
I don't know about "well-known" or anythin' like that. I had a restaurant for a few years is all. Sometimes people chatted with me.
[ Not that often. The City of Rain has so many rules and regulations people would rather not talk at all than to potentially trip on one and end up jailed. Talking to strangers in public was one of those... Nero misses that one a little too often.
The oil gets added to the pan next, as he waits until it starts to shimmer before adding in the butter. ]
( it's already late in the afternoon when nero receives a message containing only an attachment: the descriptively named IMG_080.PNG.
the picture itself is blurry; a bag of shrimp sits on what is ostensibly a kitchen counter, zoomed in far enough there's little other detail than that. this is fine, because it's also clear that the bag is of live shrimp, freshly caught(? or whatever passes for it), staring beady-eyed from within their watery prison.
no other context provided. sorry! kirma thinks that says enough on its own. )
( wow, you mean to say nero can’t psychically divine where he’s meant to go? smh…
there’s an extended pause, and then, another blurry picture. it appears to be of the hallway outside of the room. most notably, unlike the rest of the resort, all of the potted plants are mysteriously missing. that’s one way to identify a location, anyway. )
Ninth floor. The door is open.
( quite literally; nero will find it wedged open by way of a rolled-up towel. come on in. )
Hasn't he definitely already been here before? He just chalks it up to sharing and thinks "well that's not my business," the way he hopes nobody is looking into his. ]
( lonely, then, he assumes. maybe he misses the company? aventurine steps further from the boiling oil, lest it splashes on his expensive clothes. )
Tell me more about it. If you had your own restaurant, then was it a passion project? Otherwise you could have worked for someone else.
( his eyes watch the pan curiously, cautiously, making sure nothing else is added to it. aventurine might not be the most well-versed in cooking, but at least he knows some basics of it.
he only allows his eyes to shift back to nero, studying him. )
Or are you the most comfortable when you're in the kitchen? ( if his network had been anything to go by, frankly. )
[ He picked the restaurant location on purpose, a place so utterly mired in rules, that people wouldn't bother prying into him. A city so hostile to wizards, nobody would believe he was one of them. For a wizard who didn't want to completely isolate, it was ideal.
Until he got outed. ]
I just preferred being the "owner". [ How does he put it... His expressions come across clearly. The problem is his feelings on existing as a person are complicated. His most ideal situation is that there are other people around, but they never affect each other on a personal level.
Relationships are so messy. ]
Guests knew what our relationship was. That kind of thing is cut and dry. They ask me for the food, I make it, we chat about the weather, maybe, if they're interested, they pay, and that's the end of it.
[ The sauce gets made quickly on the side, butter, parsley, lemon juice, and a stir. At the same time, the fish gets added to the oil with a satisfying sizzle. ]
[Not Bradley trying to weasel his way into spa day with Nero.
But yeah he's hanging out by the spa waiting for Nero. He's not dressed up for the occasion or anything though, he looks pretty normal (or well, normal for this place, he doesn't have his standard outfit). No need to be fancy when the clothes will be coming off soon.]
[ Nero's dressed the way he usually is, which means extremely plainly. As a 2 card nobody bothers him on his way over. At least he gets to have a nice and quiet time as he meets Brad there. ]
Ready?
[ He really could use some relaxation after everything that's happened. ]
Of course, with Nero's special VIP pass, they get the best of the best treatment. A helpful worker points out all the options: massage, mud bath, seaweed wraps, facials, waxing, a steam room, and even a 'whirlpool' which is actually just a hot tub they can use. The choices are endless.]
( and, somehow, this is a familiar scent entering his room, something faint that tugs at the back of his mind. when kirma turns to see nero, a person he has absolutely never met, there’s a clear confusion in the knit of his brow; it quickly fades, though, as he gestures for him to enter properly with a wave of his arm. )
So, you’re— ( eh. what was the username… ) “Entie?”
( … it’s not like he knows what initials are. that’s his best approximation of how TTS chose to read it off before. )
( if they're interested is a wild way to describe commerce, paying for a service that you requested. aventurine's guesses are just that nero enjoys cooking for the sake of it, and wanted to give to people without requesting much back. but if he's the owner of a restaurant, if he had bothered to actually open one instead of just cooking for himself, then there's a hint of desire for companionship.
aventurine could almost relate to it. )
And that's the life of working class. All and any relationships between you and your clients is already pre-determined. You sell a product, they consume it. There has never been any need for more. ( spoken with confidence, clear in his words that he's just the same - or at least, he understands being in the position.
being a senior manager and the owner of a restaurant can be similar enough. capitalism is capitalism no matter what, though. aventurine cants his head gently, and practices a softer smile on his face. )
Did you ever wish that someone different walked into your restaurant? Someone who asked you about more than just the weather?
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