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But in my life I never meant to cause no harm

Who: Claude (

inaurate) & You!
What: Claude's hosting ~~his own birthday party~~ a multi-cultural feast and everyone's invited! If you would like your character to contribute a recipe, please see the top-level within to do that!
When: The evening of July 24th (forward-dated) but this will also cover prep.
Where: The Festival Green (basically dead center of the island/town, you can't miss it!)
Warning(s): Will update if any apply.

There is a notice about the event posted to the community bulletin board in early July. Below it is a small wooden box with an open slot in the top.

Those who Claude knows personally will also receive an individual invitation with the same information.

On the evening of the 24th this month, there will be a feast held in the Festival Green, and all are welcome to attend! I invite everyone to submit a recipe from their home, and I will do my best to recreate them here. If it will require off-world ingredients, please get it in sooner so I can make arrangements with everyone's favorite skeleton pirate merchant. (Donations of citrus fruit for payment to our dear captain are appreciated but not necessary.)

Along with plenty of food and drink, the musical stylings of Cormac and the Banshees will be featured, and there will be bonfire jumping after nightfall.

You are also welcome to bring your own dish if you so wish!

Looking forward to spending an evening feasting with you all!
~ Claude von Riegan

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Please comment below with the recipe your character has submitted, either to the box at the bulletin board or to Claude directly. OOCly, this can be as vague or specific as you like. ICly, if your character just writes the name of a dish down and Claude has no idea how to make it.... you get what you get.

Please be sure to include the name of the dish and whether it is an entree, side dish, dessert, or drink, and if it requires ingredients specific to your character's homeworld.

Please note: While Claude has skill to cook, he can be uh... experimental in the kitchen. He will be trying in general to stick to the recipes but there will be a dice roll to determine how well he did at that.

Edited 2024-07-07 20:50 (UTC)

(please do not comment here as I will update this as the menu expands)

The food is served buffet style, with little placards noting the names of the dishes as well as the name of whoever requested them (if known).

Entrees

Derdriu-Style Fried Pheasant - submitted by Claude
Chelow Kebab - submitted by Claude
Salmon curry on flatbread - prepared by Dedue
Beef Empanadas, Argentine Style - prepared by César

Side dishes

Onion Gratin Soup - submitted by Claude
Dolma (stuffed grape leaf, poultry and veggie varieties available) - submitted by Claude
Fried turnip pancakes - prepared by Dedue

Desserts

Bastani - submitted by Claude
Sweet bun trio - prepared by Dedue
Saghert and Cream - submitted by Lorenz

Drinks

Selection of local beers and wines from the Oak & Iron
Lemonade
"Energon" (wine dyed blue with berries) - donated by First Aid

Edited 2024-08-07 05:33 (UTC)

Claude is still not great at asking for help... but he certainly won't turn it down if it's offered. It's a good thing he enjoys the planning, because there's a lot of it to be done!

Some sweet-talking nets him the Oak & Iron's kitchens to work out of, which are both larger and closer to the Festival Green than what his apartment above the Apothecary can provide. This also provides opportunity for anyone willing to help to run into him during his cooking endeavors. Maybe stop him from getting too far off course with the recipes. Or enable him into doing so instead.

The tables, chairs, and pavilion-style tents are supplied by Town Hall, and while Claude certainly can carry them out to the Green on his own one at a time, any offered help will be enthusiastically agreed to. Once those are set up, there are of course tons of food and drinks to bring out, a bonfire to set up for, he has to get the band situated... plenty to do before he can relax and stuff himself silly with food!

It takes a lot of time and effort, but for Claude it's completely worth it to see it all come to fruition. Once everything has been set up and the crowd has gathered, he stands in front of the food tables and the drummer for the band plays out an attention-grabbing few beats.

"Thanks." Claude sends the drummer a quick wink. "Welcome, everyone! I'll let you at the food soon enough, I just wanted to thank you all for coming. Thank you to everyone who sent in a recipe, I hope I did it justice, and a special thank you to everyone who helped out in setting all this up." He pauses, looking out at the crowd with a smile that, for once, meets his eyes. "This night is to celebrate all of us-- in all of our differences and commonalities. All that we can share together and learn from each other. Food is life. It nourishes us, it brings us together." He lets those words settle for just a few moments, then throws out a far more light-hearted "Now let's eat!"

Claude is happy to sink into the crowd after his speech, and he will give every dish on offer a try at some point in the night. There is a space open for dancing between the dining tables and the pile of wood for the bonfire, which is lit while the sun sets.

Once the blaze is going, Claude kicks off the bonfire jumping for anyone brave enough to give it a try with a very showy backflip over the flames. For safety reasons, it is highly encouraged to start drinking the heavier drinks after the fire jumping is done.

Dedue is bringing his own dishes.

Entree: Salmon curry on flatbread (Duscur)
Side: Fried turnip pancakes (Duscur)
Dessert: Sweet bun trio (Faerghan)

Edited 2024-07-14 21:32 (UTC)

For the time being, Dedue has been crashing at the farmhouse with Dimitri. However, it has become increasingly clear that they do not actually have the space for him. Moreover, sharing the kitchen there has been a tense endeavor, as Darcy has their system and Dedue has opinions about their system, leading to various squabbles. As a result, Dedue has elected to prepare his dishes for the event at the rented space in the Oak & Iron.

Dedue gives a polite nod of greeting to Claude as he passes by. He starts setting up to make the dough that will be used in his curry dish. It’s a form of bread that is unique to Duscur, and he hasn’t made it in a while, but muscle memory quickly gets him back to speed.

Dedue is very pleasantly surprised that Claude is arranging this event. He can’t imagine Claude from the Academy doing such a thing. Dedue has always had theories about Claude, but he figured it would be better for both of them if he kept such thoughts to himself. Still, he can’t help but let some of it percolate in his mind now. He doesn’t imagine Claude’s experience of Garreg Mach was much like his, based on their personalities and positions in society, but part of him wonders what the monastery was like from Claude’s perspective, and if there might have been anything in common between them after all, beneath the silence.

The names of the months may be different, but being uniquely situated to understand the significance of the 24th day of the seventh month, Lorenz is... Well, Lorenz is confused by the skeleton merchant mentioned in the invitation, but other than that— Claude's birthday is upon them, and he's not mentioning it at all in his little announcement.

That sticks with Lorenz; while he fusses over gift ideas, while he inquires about a saghert and cream, while he goes about his business—Claude not mentioning that it's his birthday on the day of this event. Ordinarily Lorenz wouldn't pay it any mind, time is already a wobbly thing these days, but he recalls Claude's admission from inside that cursed house—"There are things about me that I've kept secret from you that I probably should have told you by now." He has to wonder if not telling the island's people the date's significance is part of this same larger Claude issue, that, Lorenz thinks, seems to bother him.

But that's something else to tuck away for later, because he's not going to pretend it isn't Claude's birthday, that would be rude. Still, he has the decency not to make a scene, waiting until after Claude's speech when the party has really gotten going to find Claude in a moment where he's alone. With a neatly-wrapped, blocky parcel under one arm - in plain brown paper, wrapped for protection more than pretty decoration - he taps Claude on the shoulder. Hey.

"I need to speak with you privately," he says, which is a normal way to broach the topic of birthday presents, thanks for asking.

There are a lot of reasons why Claude has been keeping mum about this whole thing being on his birthday, some he is more willing to offer up as explanation than others. Mostly it's just that the feast itself is what he wants for his birthday-- he doesn't want to distract from the theme of it, of coming together to share in different kinds of food from different kinds of places. Of course, at this point he expects Lorenz will not let him get away with his cagey nonsense forever, so he doesn't even try to avoid him.

It not officially being his birthday party also means he's far more capable of melting into the crowd when he so wishes, so you're welcome Lorenz, now you can approach him privately while he's letting some food settle before going back for more. His eyes catch on the wrapped parcel under Lorenz's arm, and his eyes narrow in amusement at the oh so serious way Lorenz is approaching giving him a present, like he's about to deliver terrible news about the war front. "Sure, no problem." He pushes up from the table, gesturing towards a tree a little ways away from the party that offers a little bit more privacy. "Thanks for coming-- I did make saghert and cream for you, by the way, let me know how I did with it. What am I saying, I'm sure you'll give me a full critique on all the dishes you tried by the end of the night." He teases.

During his Academy days, even the post-mock-battle feast for the Battle of the Eagle and Lion had felt monumental, all three Houses coming together to share in a meal-- he still thinks back on it with bittersweet fondness. While this doesn't serve to soothe hurt feelings after a loss or to celebrate a victory, the scope of it feels much wider-- and if there are foods from lands none of them have ever heard of before coming here, it hopefully won't be so noticeable that some of Claude's own dishes are very much not Fodlan cuisine.

He looks up from his mixing bowl when Dedue comes in, shooting him a quick smile and a jaunty two-fingered wave with a very flour-covered hand before turning back to his recipe for saghert and cream. His hands aren't the only thing covered in evidence of his cooking and baking ventures so far-- somehow he's managed to get flour in his hair too. He's not really into baked sweets, but Lorenz had requested it and he's determined to make every single recipe request to the best of his ability. So, surprisingly, he doesn't immediately try to engage Dedue in conversation-- though he is very curious about what the man is making and if it's for the feast (he really hopes so).

That doesn't mean Claude doesn't talk, though-- Dedue is an unobtrusive presence and he's got a lot to do and even more on his mind, so it's only a few minutes later that he's back to muttering thoughts out loud, looking down at a jar of cinnamon. "What if I added some to the currant reduction... that might be good."

“If that is the saghert and cream, there should already be cinnamon in the crust. You do not wish to overpower the flavor,” Dedue warns from his part of the kitchen.

First Aid doesn't know anything about cooking, but when he heard that Claude was collecting recipes and dishes from other cultures he got a sudden burst of inspiration and paid one of the town vintners to use berry juice to dye several bottles of wine a deep, creamy blue, a little bit like --

"Energon," he explains to Claude. "It's a type of fuel my people invented a long time ago to keep our bodies running efficiently. Of course this is just wine, but I thought the other guests might think it was a fun novelty?"

César brings his own beef empanadas, Argentine style the day of, but he speaks with Claude earlier to give him the recipe in case he wants to try his own fillings. :) Have fun experimenting.

There's strong applause coming for him after the trick. Fever saw the notice, and since it didn't overlap with anything at the beach, there was no harm in stopping by for a short while. As well, she has an innate instinct to not pass up free food. But there's socializing and dancing and an excuse to be enjoying herself after work, which makes the decision easy.

Eventually, she sees the man himself who invited everyone, greeting him with a little wave and a smile.

"You've put together quite the gathering, Claude. Good on you for it. What gave you the inspiration?"

Dedue - who is normally tall, stiff, and awkward in the majority of social situations - is much more engaged this evening. For anyone who made or submitted a meal, Dedue will approach them and ask questions about how they prepared it, how it’s meant to be eaten, what cultural significance does it have, etc. He’ll also volunteer information about his own meals.

During Claude’s speech, Dedue looks oddly teary-eyed, and he covers his mouth with his hand. He excuses himself from the table for a moment and takes some time to calm down next to whatever building is the most unobtrusive.

Claude doesn't notice at first that one of the guests he'd most wanted the presence of-- who wouldn't be excited for the opportunity to eat Dedue's food?-- has ducked away. He'd seen him around earlier, looking a lot more comfortable than Claude is used to seeing him, frankly. And doesn't that make him feel all warm and fuzzy, that he facilitated that?

Having made his speech, he's gotten himself a plateful of good eats, including the salmon curry, when he spots the familiar figure stood away from the feast. Well, time to be a good host and figure out what's up!

"Mind if I join you over here?" Too bad if you do, he's already leaning back against the building and carefully balancing his plate of food on his knees.

Claude laughs and gives a showy bow at the applause. Even lit only by the bonfire, his smile is bright. "Thank you! It was no small feat, but completely worth it. There's no one source of inspiration, really-- other than perhaps the phrase 'A Taste of Home'. Should have put that on the fliers, I only thought of it afterwards..." He shrugs, pouring himself a glass of wine from the drinks table and gesturing to a second glass with the bottle in offer. "Lots of cultures have some sort of outdoor celebration in midsummer, you could say that's a source of inspiration as well."

Claude has no cultural context for why that might be weird to say, someone from a world with cars, so the fun blue wine is just a fun blue wine to him. "I think it's a fun novelty, so I'll go ahead and say you're right on that one. Thanks! It's not actually the first blue drink I've seen-- there's this flower where if you make a tea out of it, it comes out blue, but if you squeeze some lemon juice in, it'll turn purple. Some merchants try to market it as 'magic' but it's just a neat party trick."

Dedue is honestly a little surprised Claude both a) noticed and b) cared enough to check on him. They’ve conversed somewhat since he’s been here, but they’d never been particularly close beforehand. And in general he doesn’t expect much from people he doesn’t know very well.

“You may,” he says, looking a little confused. “I was planning on returning shortly,” he adds, in case Claude is upset that he ditched the party.

Yeah well don't go telling anyone he's actually a big softie that cares about people. That's embarrassing. "Oh good, I'd hate for you to miss out on the food! Especially after how much you helped with it." He sure doesn't seem upset that Dedue has stepped away. "Did you just need a break from the crowd? It'll die down a bit once more people have filled their plates and sat down." He's not unaware of the needs of introverts! He's even prone to slipping away for a quiet moment himself, though usually it's later into the evening.

"Oh, that sounds adorable!" First Aid is just glad that his offering is going over well. "Sometimes we like to add little crystals or mineral salts to our energon for similar reasons, to make it turn funny colors or go fizzy, but I was a little worried about accidentally poisoning someone so I just went with the basic look."

“It is not that,” Dedue says with a shake of his head, although difficulty with crowds is usually an accurate assessment.

He rubs his thumbs together, thinking of how best to summarize his feelings into speech.

“I was inspired by your words. The intent of this event. It is something I believe in strongly. Back in the monastery, I was hesitant to express anything of my culture. As, in Fodlan, anything of Duscur is a sign of treason. A treasonous people could only come from a treasonous culture.”

He says, “There were many ways in which I was isolated, and I tried to maintain that isolation, both to protect myself and others. It was the encouragement of a few close peers that convinced me - the way to best preserve Duscur for future generations is by making and sharing its food and customs. If I stop, then Duscur will truly die, only to be remembered as something vile.”

He glances at Claude for a second, then returns his gaze back to his own hands. “I was not aware that you felt similarly on the importance of food. But we had no reason to speak back then. Your speech made me wonder-” (How can he ask the true question - the one that has been on his mind since he first saw Claude - without asking it?) “what I may have missed by being so closed off back then? If there were shared beliefs, shared experiences, what might have happened if more of us had spoken sooner? Could we have had a feast like this back then?”

He then adds, quietly, “You need not respond. I am merely speaking aloud.”

It’s an escape, if Claude wants to take it. So Claude knows that Dedue knows that Claude doesn’t need to say anything about himself here, not if he doesn’t want to.

The skill of listening is one Claude has honed almost as much as his skill at speaking over his lifetime, and all the more so while sitting at the Alliance's Round Table. He stays quiet while Dedue gathers and then shares his thoughts, and gods does he empathize with a lot of it. He'll never be able to understand what the few scattered survivors from Duscur are going through, of course, but the isolation, all the pain that comes with being an outsider... that he fully understands. Giving up his Almyran identity in order to be accepted in Fodlan wasn't something he wanted to do, but he had to-- a Crest would only do so much if it had ever been provable that he was born and raised in Almyra... and if they'd found out the full truth of his identity? The other Lords would sooner burn Derdriu to the ground than let him near her seat of rule.

"Thanks for telling me that." Claude says first, a warm smile at his lips. It truly does mean a lot, particularly from someone as taciturn as Dedue. The offered escape, to not share in turn, actually makes him feel much more inclined to do so. The good food and music probably helps, too, as well as-- well, he's been given other reasons to try and let people in a little more here. "I haven't made a secret of how much I love food and feasts... but they really are an amazing tool in fostering understanding and fellowship. I would have loved to have a feast like this back at the Officer's Academy, with food from all over... not just Fodlan, but Duscur, Brigid, Almyra, Dagda... even something as small as a delicious dish can get people to open their eyes at least a little, start to rethink what they thought they knew."

He pauses for a bite of kebab, the familiar spices of his birth home dancing on his tongue. It's a good excuse to think, to assess how much he wants to share here. He thinks back to the House of Cards with Lorenz-- he really should be telling him this first, but the prospect is daunting and... well, it couldn't hurt to get in some practice with someone who would immediately understand why the news is a big deal and why Claude would have kept such a thing a secret from even his closest companions for so long.

"I was pretty isolated too, though I'm sure it looked different from how you were, at least at the Academy. I was an unknown factor to everyone there, and that made me suspicious. There were also secrets I had to keep, and not just for the sake of my own goals. It was part of a promise I made... before I came to Fodlan." And the seal is broken. He glances at Dedue for a reaction.

“It would have made a difference,” Dedue agrees, imagining the feast that could have been. “For those who were born outside Fodlan, our cultures would be more than just insults or whispered rumors. There would be new memories attached to them. Further, those of us who are foreign could learn of each other directly, not through Fodlan resources. The cookbooks and history texts within the libraries of Fhirdiad Castle and Garrag Mach held many inaccuracies about Duscur. I believe it is true about other lands as well.”

He listens to Claude speak. It is surprising to hear Claude describe himself as isolated. Any time Dedue had seen him, he was surrounded by friends and making jokes. But then again, there was never anything of substance to such conversations. Dedue could see now that Claude must have been holding back a lot of himself.

And then Claude lets the unspoken into the air. Dedue decides to handle it gently, to not make a big deal out of it. Instead, he nods and asks, “What was the promise you made before?”

"Oh, it's definitely true. For a people who take such pride in their isolationism, some of them sure do think they know a lot about lands they've never been to." Claude chuckles and shakes his head, a rare hint of his bitterness about Fodlan's beliefs coming through.

Dedue's tactfulness appears to be the right move given the way Claude relaxes a little more against the wall he's sitting against. "To not tell anyone where I'd come from, of course. My mother-- she didn't want her old life coming and bothering her, if anyone found out where she'd run off to. Or at least, that's what she told me so I'd swear to it. Probably not untrue, but looking back, I doubt it was her only reason to get me to make that promise." He tears up a bit of flat bread, unable to keep his hands still as he speaks. "Almyra doesn't look kindly on people from Fodlan either... and I was a pretty naive kid. I thought things might be different for me over there, but I quickly learned that in being from both lands, neither would accept me. Not unless something changed."

“The kebab you prepared,” Dedue says, gesturing at it. “I have seen that recipe in the cookbooks of the Garreg Mach kitchen. However, it lacked any mention of seasonings to use. I tried to substitute my own when making it once.” He shakes his head. “It did not come out anything like this.”

He adds, “Moreover, that same book had mention of something called Duscur Bear. This is how the Fodlan language refers to a ceremonial dish in Duscur. However, the translation of the term we use would more properly refer to how it is prepared rather than just the animal itself. We use this technique with other animals, but the bear is used to imbue maternal courage and strength. It is not commonly prepared, as - of course - it is hard to catch.”

He listens intently to Claude’s story. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Claude talk about his family before.

Having to keep a secret like that... Dedue has some sympathy but he also can’t fully understand. The idea of having the ability to hide one’s ethnicity in the first place still feels like a luxury to him. He’s trying to put himself in Claude’s shoes, but there’s a mental block that won’t let him get there.

The last part of Claude’s statement does resonate with him more. “Duscur’s relations with Fodlan, prior to the Tragedy, were hopeful. It was a time of increased trade and diplomacy. There were many Faerghans who lived in the capital or who traveled there. My parents had respect for King Lambert. They taught my sister and I some of the Fodlan language so that we could assist at our father’s shop. After Lambert’s death, my father assured us that whoever was responsible would be promptly apprehended and all would be well.”

His face turns harsh. “However. That is not what happened.”

Dedue shakes his head to snap himself out of his thoughts. “Since then, among survivors, opinion of Faerghus is the lowest it has been in several centuries. And those who cooperate with Faerghan authorities are seen as traitors. Yet in Faerghus all from Duscur are traitors, as our people are stained with the sin of regicide. Therefore, as with you, both worlds will not accept me.”

Claude listens just as intently to Dedue talking about Duscur; the food and the Tragedy. He would not be offended to hear that it's a privilege he was able to hide his ethnicity at all; he knows it is, and that it changed the way people treated him in Fodlan for the better, even if he couldn't hide it enough to deflect all suspicion. Even if he wished it hadn't been necessary.

"I'd heard what had happened at Duscur-- or, the church's version anyway. Something about it always seemed off to me, but... I had other things preoccupying me. Now I wish I'd found the time to look into it more..." It had just been one of many suspicious things about the Church of Seiros, one of many troubles the nations of Fodlan had with their neighbors... now, he can't help but wonder if Those Who Slither in the Dark had anything to do with it. "It's hard, being in between like that... you have to carry twice the burden that others place on you. I can't change that about myself-- but I can change the way people think about me, the way they think about Almyra, or Fodlan... and in doing that, I can shake off that burden. And one day, it won't be there at all. It's not easy... but it's working. Gradually."

And now that he's been made more aware of the unique problems Duscur faces, he can try and lend a helping hand to them on his return-- once he's claimed the Almyran throne. By then he'll have plenty of resources to hand, and hopefully things on the Fodlan side of the border will be settled enough that he can write to his friends there to ask for their support as well.

"If you ever want to talk about Duscur, the good or the bad... I'd love to hear more about it."

“Thank you,” Dedue says. “As I with Almyra,” he adds, and he means it.

Dedue thinks for a moment, then says, “I should not ask this of you. If it is not for me to know, then I will accept it. But, what became of Duscur, in your time?”

"Ah, well... things are in flux all over Fodlan at the moment-- or, you know, the moment I last left it in. But that makes it the perfect time for some changes. Some people may want to try and recreate what existed before the war, but as things stand, that's just not possible. And if the change is inevitable, we should try and shape it in a way that builds something better, right?" Claude smiles, and there's not a hint of artifice to it. Just hope, and some weariness. "That's the way I see it, anyway. And I know of at least a few people willing to put in the work to see the people of Duscur returned to their rightful lands, and reparations made. Nothing's been settled yet, but plans are in motion." And yet more will be put into motion once he's able to return.

Tears well into Dedue’s eyes. He exhales a breath, wipes the tears with his knuckles, and sighs, “Thank you. You do not know how much this means to me.”

His voice is a bit shaky.

“I had told myself that it was my duty to protect Dimitri’s path to the throne. That this would be the only way for there to be a ruler in Fodlan who cared about reparations for Duscur. Knowing that you also believed in that dream means, even if I do not know Dimitri’s fate, all hope for the future is not lost.”

Oh, tears! He wasn't expecting to draw those. And he doesn't feel right taking so much credit, when the man who both inspired the action and was going to make sure it would be done was sitting right beside him. "So long as you keep fighting for it, keep trying to find a way, that hope will never be lost. I won't lie to you-- although my plans were always to extend a hand beyond Fodlan and Almyra, it was something I intended to do after I'd secured peace between them. That's a tall enough task, and it's one I haven't finished. But I met you again, during the war, and you brought my attention to the people of Duscur and what they needed, and how urgent that need was. If it weren't for that, I would have missed the opportunity. So, thanks for cluing me in on what I was missing." He reaches a hand out to Dedue's shoulder, squeezing it.

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