So when life gives you lemons, make some lemonade

[notimmortal]

[So yeah, that trial was totally a thing. But if there's one thing Jansen knows, it's how to deal with crap like this. You gotta move on and try to do what you can do rather than getting upset about what just happened. Right now, they don't need to be mulling over this too much.

So he'll go around and slip some papers under the doors of everyone still alive. On each he writes the following: Let's meet in the Great Hall in about an hour. I think we could all use a good meal and some company right now.

And true to his word, he'll have some food prepared. Nothing too special, but it's warm and tasty and there is no fruit involved in its making. He cooked up some meats and also made some rolls and simple side dishes. There's enough to feed everyone so dig in!

Also, thanks to Ayumu there will be cookies and other not fruity baked goods available as well.]

Comments

haha, it's ok! I was just laughing at the awful

[gyakusatsu]

[Misora is just going to eyebrow raise at this display of dexterity.]

So you're not going to deny that you'd like a hug, I see. Should I call her over or.....?

\o/

[godinsolitude]

I am absolutely denying it.

[Congrats Misora, you're getting a grumpy scowl. And he knows exactly who that 'her' she's referring to is. A less controlled person might have blushed, but Ayumu just turns back to his work with renewed determination.

Besides, the only time he'd hugged her, he'd...]

I don't need hugs.

[gyakusatsu]

[That gets a snort of laughter.]

Of course. You're too mature for that.

[But in a more down to earth kind of way, she sips her drink and continues.]

But I think she could use one.

[godinsolitude]

[Now that gets a pause from him. He actually sets down his spatula before shooting Misora a curious look.

She..... needed....?]

She does?

[gyakusatsu]

I thought you were supposed to be observant.

[godinsolitude]

[....Ugh.

He does flush, just a little, at that. Someone might have been half in his head all evening.]

....I didn't think she'd be that upset.

[And this... wasn't his first time being a murder suspect. She'd been disturbingly chipper the first time.

Then again, they hadn't known each other then either.]

[gyakusatsu]

I'm not saying that you should or shouldn't take my advice here, Ayumu-kun.... but if something were to happen, there are better things to regret than "I wish I'd paid more attention to her," you know?

[godinsolitude]

[Her words seem to strike a cord in him as he falls silent for a moment, a pensive look coming to his face.

There were better things to regret, but.....

No, he could at least give her something, here. Especially considering...]

I suppose you're right.

[gyakusatsu]

[Misora finishes her cookie quietly. She'll let Ayumu have his epiphany without any teasing.]

Well, you do with that what you will.

[godinsolitude]

.....Right.

[and So he will. a little later.]

[gyakusatsu]

[A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.]

One more thing, Ayumu-kun.

[Did he really think he was getting off easy here...]

You should get some rest. I don't know how well you knew Asch or Rika-chan, but what happened in the last couple of days would be hard on anyone's nerves. We can all take care of ourselves, you don't need to bake for us.

[godinsolitude]

[Hey, sometimes he can make good life choices....!

He shakes his head, though, at her reminder.]

I'll get some rest when I'm ready. Right now I would like to finish up a few more batches.

[He loved sleep, he really did-- but he knew he wouldn't sleep well if he did so right now.]

I am taking care of myself, don't worry.

[gyakusatsu]

[She'll accept that fairly gracefully if only because she herself is too tired to argue this point with a teenager that has a notably stubborn streak.]

If you insist.

[A beat.]

Mind if I take a plate of these? I have a feeling some roommates of mine don't have food on the mind and need to be forced into eating something.

[godinsolitude]

That is why I made them.

[He smiles, playful but pleased.]

Take as many as you like, sweets are good for lifting the mood for a bit. And if you ever have any requests, feel free to ask.

[Because, you know, he was actually kind of fond of Misora.]

[gyakusatsu]

[There's just a bit of a pause here as Misora stares at Ayumu. Her expression isn't quizzical nor is it incredulous. If anything, she seems stunned for a few seconds.... and then she eyerolls.

Walking over she reaches out to muss up Ayumu's hair.]

Stop acting like my mother, kid.

[godinsolitude]

[Well that sure takes Ayumu by surprise. He stiffens up under the touch before a flush comes to his cheeks, scowling and trying to shrug away from the mussing hand after a moment. To say he looks awkward is an understatement.

Really???!]

I'm not trying to mother you, I'm just offering!!

[gyakusatsu]

[Of course, once he wriggles away and starts retorting, albeit looking deeply frazzled, Misora leaves him be.

Okay, no, she's going to laugh... but that's close enough to leaving him be, right? Right. It's good natured at least.]

....You're too easy to fluster, you know that?

[godinsolitude]

Says you.

[It's practically grumbled, really. He's sulking just a little, in his own weird way, not that he'll admit it.]

I offer to do you a favor, and you tease me.

[gyakusatsu]

[Well.., if it helps at all, the laughing stops, and she's a touch more serious again, even if there's still a vague smile on her lips.]

You're tough enough to handle a little teasing.

[She walks over to the cupboards and removes a plate. As she talks, she begins picking out a selection of cookies and muffins for Rhoda, Elliot and Machias.]

I appreciate the offer though.

[godinsolitude]

[To be fair, he's used to a fair bit of teasing by now-- he's just bad at handling it, especially when he doesn't expect it.

Instead he lets out a sigh, turning to watch her work.]

You're right, but that doesn't make it necessary. Are they cool enough? They should be....

[gyakusatsu]

A lot of things aren't necessary, but life would feel emptier without them, Ayumu-kun.

[Just saying. She nods at his question.]

They're perfect, don't fret.

[By which she means, she's not burning her fingers on them and none of the cookies are falling apart in her hands when she picks them up.]