[Closed] Birthday Dinner With the Family

[be_seeing_you]

Who: Number 6, Ava, Ruby, Darcy
What: A quiet dinner to celebrate Number 6 turning 32
When: Evening of the 19th
Where: Ava and Number 6's new farm home
Warnings: Kinda Bland Food

It's a strange feeling to be standing in the kitchen of a new home, his new home, cooking something that amounts to a Sunday roast for a family dinner. Strange only because it is something he never quite envisioned for himself as a future. The road to get here has been long and fraught, and they've lost good souls along the way. He mourns them each and every day, but he'd like to think, if they could see him now, they would be glad for him. A little slice of normalcy at long last. A chance to live a life of relative peace. He always hoped he might have some small version of this. But he expected it to be alone, in hiding, with him looking forever over one shoulder just to be sure. He never, in his wildest dreams, imagined it would be a home he shares with a wife. A home where he can invite his adopted daughter and his, for now, he'll just say apprentice, in to celebrate something so simple and mundane and yet so monumental as the turning of another year in his life. Thirty-two? He could barely believe it when he got to thirty and now here he is. Not even Number 2 could take this from him.

"It may not be as perfectly cooked as we're used to," he says somewhat bashfully as he sets the roast down on the table in front of his guests. "But the ingredients are fresh. Please enjoy." With that, he will begin carving it and serving onto everyone's plates. Unless someone jumps up to stop him. It is his birthday after all.


[ooc: Just a lil' mingle thread. Feel free to write your characters arriving, offering to help cook, set the table, etc. I'm down for all of it.]

Comments

[be_seeing_you]

Sure. Sure. He believes you.

"Would you?" There's no mistaking that his interest is sincere. He regretted not spending more quality time with Darcy before but he can amend that here and now. "I would be much obliged. I'm afraid the finer details of cooking weren't part of MI6's curriculum."

[saltwaterlungs]

"Couldn't have anyone mistaking you for foreign spies," Darcy says and then almost instantly regrets it, wincing a little. 'British people are bad at cooking' jokes after they've done this dinner.

"But sure. Most of them aren't very hard, you just need to see how it's done, ehn. I've been making most of these since I was a kid."

[be_seeing_you]

He lifts a brow hump at her, understanding the comment for what it is but at the same time not taking it much to heart. They can't go getting too sentimental with each other in front of company, now, can they? Someone might think they like each other or something.

"I always did learn better from watching others." Guess that's why he's such a good spy.

(not here)

[decohere]

Guess who is also such a good spy and might be watching and think they like each other or something. :))

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy, who has never liked anyone in her life, winces and mumbles a 'sorry'.

"That's how I learned."

Slowly, after a moment-

"My grand-mère was a really good cook- ehn, she worked as one for ages. I was like ten when she started critiquing the fineness of my dicing."

Which doesn't say anything about Darcy's amount of self-criticism, nope.

[be_seeing_you]

"No wonder you're so accomplished. You were trained up right from home." A lot of things suddenly make a lot more sense.

"Don't be gentle with me, eh. I can take the criticism."

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy ducks their head a little, a bashful huff the only acknowledgement of what he's said.

"Can I get that in writing to refer back to later."

[be_seeing_you]

"Not a chance," he quips. "You'll have to suffice with a gentleman's agreement." He can't risk Darcy putting it in a frame on their wall.

wrap?

[saltwaterlungs]

"Gentleman's agreement then," and they offer a hand to shake.