[ The one thing he does like about this place is the cooling boxes they use... he reaches past Yuri to get some ice out of the icebox and then the milk. ]
Hopefully this will turn out better than anything I could do.
Oh, no doubt. Making unpalatable ingredients into something enjoyable is a valuable skill especially for the poor — Ashe is also quite capable in that department.
[ He's seen the knight redeem Flayn's early efforts at cooking, and that is itself a feat.
The man comes to mind as Yuri stations the glasses near the stove. How would he handle all of this, were he here? ]
Would you put ice in the cups here? About half full should do.
I have it on good authority [ another Dimitri's word ] that you've got certain standards.
[ Yuri huffs out an amused breath, pouring their tea into the glasses with a certain grace that bespeaks a very practiced awareness of appearances. ]
Sometimes I think Ashe forgets that I didn't resort to criminality out of any preference... It's a means to an end, always has been, but that's not to say I like it.
[ Yuri takes notice, debating whether Dimitri's looking at him that way consciously or not. Either way, he welcomes it, spooning sugar into their doctored tea before gesturing to the cups. ]
[ With a nod, Dimitri very carefully adds the milk, making sure he's not going to overdo it. Instead it's just a slow pour in each cup and then he reaches over to do a bit of a stir.
[ Dimitri retrieves one of the buns and takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully.
Getting used to tastes has been one of the challenges he's dealing with. It's... fascinating, in so many different ways. The flavor makes him perk up. ]
...I quite like it. I think it goes well with the tea!
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[ He gestures. ]
Do we need anything else?
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Ice and milk. Your instincts were good on this, really.
[ The ice will help them dilute the tea, making it less bitter without having to add as much milk and sugar, he reasons. ]
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[ The one thing he does like about this place is the cooling boxes they use... he reaches past Yuri to get some ice out of the icebox and then the milk. ]
Hopefully this will turn out better than anything I could do.
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You're perfectly capable of doing this yourself...but we're collaborating, yeah?
[ Then he starts checking cupboards for glasses they can use. ]
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[ He cocks his head and then laughs and goes about retrieving what's needed. ]
But yes... whatever way I can help, I will.
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[ He's seen the knight redeem Flayn's early efforts at cooking, and that is itself a feat.
The man comes to mind as Yuri stations the glasses near the stove. How would he handle all of this, were he here? ]
Would you put ice in the cups here? About half full should do.
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[ The ice goes into the cups and Dimitri continues to speak, voice a bit fond. ]
...Ashe always does have a knack for that kind of thing. I wonder what he'd think of us now?
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...He'd rib me mercilessly.
[ Absolutely, without a doubt, that. ]
He's always on me about my life choices, so I fancy he'd be pleased as well. But he'd give me a time first.
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[ Dimitri sounds a touch amused. ]
And why is that? Does he have an interest in your relationships...?
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[ A version of his liege, imagine. ]
He's been all the way on my back about going legit... Not to mention the Ashe I know became one of our king's knights.
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[ Dimitri laughs aloud. ]
...well. Entering a relationship with a king is one way to do that. [ He's teasing, of course. ]
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[ Yuri huffs out an amused breath, pouring their tea into the glasses with a certain grace that bespeaks a very practiced awareness of appearances. ]
Sometimes I think Ashe forgets that I didn't resort to criminality out of any preference... It's a means to an end, always has been, but that's not to say I like it.
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[ He cocks his head toward Yuri, listening with that little smile still hovering on his face. ]
...and I think you meet them. Regardless of what activities you... might get up to for your own reasons.
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[ It's another difference, he thinks, between the two kings. But then, this Dimitri's experiences are different too, after all. ]
Well, you won't hear me complain about passing muster.
[ He procures a spoon from one of the drawers and scoops up some sugar, pausing to show Dimitri. ]
Let's try this much to begin with, then add the milk. We'll see how we like it.
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[ He waits with bated breath. Although he sure is making eyes at Yuri, honestly. ]
Here's to your concoction.
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[ Yuri takes notice, debating whether Dimitri's looking at him that way consciously or not. Either way, he welcomes it, spooning sugar into their doctored tea before gesturing to the cups. ]
Care to pour the milk?
[ In keeping with their team effort. ]
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Perfect. Probably. ]
Shall we see what we've created?
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Let's see how we did.
[ And then he raises his cup just a bit further. Cheers? ]
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Cheers.
[ He plucks his own cup from the counter and takes a slow sip and he smiles. ]
A success - so let's have those rolls... and maybe we can sit for a little while and talk.
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I'd like that... I tried a little something different with these, and I've been looking forward to hearing your opinion.
[ He's been anticipating that live Dimitri reaction, in fact. ]
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Getting used to tastes has been one of the challenges he's dealing with. It's... fascinating, in so many different ways. The flavor makes him perk up. ]
...I quite like it. I think it goes well with the tea!
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Good to hear it... I came up with that recipe just for you, you know.
[ Now that Dimitri can properly enjoy his food, Yuri has devoted some thought to what he might like best. ]
So then, where shall we sit? I'll leave that to you, as my proper host.
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[ He takes his tea and his roll and gestures. ]
The dining room seems appropriate, certainly. Please - do me the honor.
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[ Yuri collects the basket and starts in the direction Dimitri had indicated. ]
I'd call it a date, but I fully intend to take you out at a decent hour when you're rested.
[ Notice of intent delivered. ]
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[ Dimitri laughs. ]
It's only proper.
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