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Sixth Floor Kitchen - Tuesday night - 11/17

Liir had considered doing his work in the common room kitchen, but he'd come to enjoy the space and the utilities available up on the sixth floor.

...plus Makejoy really liked to wander around and sniff at the newly renovated floors, the new furnishing, and all the different things while he worked, which was a lovely distraction whenever he was doing something that didn't require too much of his attention.

Today's work was caramels, something he'd only really done once and even then as more of an experiment than anything. Swirling them with other things, covering them with chocolate, flavoring them with liquor; some of them came out well, while a few of his experiments just hadn't quite panned out. Either way, the sugary sweetness on the air was almost as satisfying as twisting the wax paper around the best results.

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Sugar was wafting down one floor. As if Ino was going to resist the urge to go and investigate.

Especially when it would give her an excuse for being up late other than nightmares.

She paused at the door and grinned at the sight of Liir then knelt and wriggled her fingers at Makejoy. She was Totally Being Sneaky by not saying hi.

As if the dog was in on the whole thing, Makejoy padded over ever so quietly and lifted her head for petting.

Liir, on the other hand, continued watching the candy thermometers.

Ino grinned conspiratorially at Makejoy as she petted her. Awww. Fuzzy.

"Do you think," she mock-whispered to the dog, "that he'd notice if I snuck you out of here?"

Liir didn't so much as twitch, but he did speak a moment later.

"I would most certainly notice that," he said without turning his head, "and I'd start to think you only like me for my dog. Then I'd have to hole up in my room and declare myself an utter failure as a human being. You know how it goes."

Then, because it was Liir.

"That was a joke, by the way."

"Do you think it was? 'Cause I'm not sure," she asked Makejoy easily before standing up and wandering over. "I mean, since he did have to tell us..."

"I do occasionally give the Deadly Deserts a run for their money. One tries to be sure."

He didn't turn for long, but he threw her a smile... and tried not to blink at how tired she looked.

The dog, for her part, followed along and licked at Ino's hand.

Ino was totally going to ignore any sort of blinking and instead concentrate on the fact that Makejoy was totally getting snuggles oh yes she was in lieu of hugging Liir while he was busy.

(She'd hug him after, and kidnap his cooking. MMM.)

"You were clear as crystal," she assured him brightly. "At least that time, so no fear 'bout that."

"Good to know," and the dog decided that Ino wasn't paying enough attention to her, and such started making very sad little noises.

"I'm working on caramels," he told her, "but I made some summer ice earlier today."

"What?" Ino complained both to the dog and the boy as she flopped down on the floor and petted Makejoy. "Caramels? But those are evil."

Because that was totally an unbiased opinion.

The dog flopped over onto her back for belly rubbing.

"That would be why I made summer ice and chocolate cookies earlier today."

Then he glanced over.

"Also, I'm experimenting. You might like one of these."

And belly rubbing was totally being indulged. Awww.

"Cookies!" she cheered. Shush. "And how're you experimenting?"

She was, however, dubious about the idea that she'd like them.

"Mostly with the level of viscosity," he said, leaning against the kitchen counter, "and with blending and adjusting it with different flavors and additives."

She wrinkled her nose cheerfully at him.

"Cooking dooork," Ino informed him. "Do you think it's going well? Have you been sampling?"

He gave her a brief snort and showed off slightly reddened fingers with a flutter. He certainly hadn't been tasting while cooking, but he had been a little impatient with cooling results.

"Of course. It's part of the, well, the perks, I suppose. So far, I'm quite satisfied with some, think a few are too runny, and found one could probably pass for gum."

"Ewww," was her verdict on the gum one. "But ha, you of all people ought to know to be patient with cookery."

Because Ino was the best person ever to lecture on patience. Really.

She stifled a yawn. "Where'd you hide to cookies, please?"

Since her eye level was currently a lot shorter than usual thanks to sitting on the floor.

Liir didn't make her move, since he was quite happy with the big happy tongue-waggling dog smile. Instead, he reached over to the little box he'd put the cookies under, grabbed a few, and put them on a plate that he held out to her down where she could reach it.

"My hero," she said happily, snagging a few from him. "Chocolate is totally what I need right now."

No, it probably wasn't. But for her purposes, sure.

"You know," she continued, "we haven't, or at least, I haven't been flying for a good while."

"I've got some actual food here," he offered instead.

"And no, we haven't gone for a flight for a time. I haven't gone on my own either. It... felt odd. After, well, after the visitor's weekend."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I just want the sugar, but thanks anyway."

Ino considered that. "Anything I can do to help? I mean, uh, it's your broom now, after all."

He opened his mouth to answer her about having things quite in hand in the kitchen when he heard the rest.

"I know," he said once his mind was re-engaged.

"And you're right. And--"

He breathed out.

"I should enjoy it more, really. It's just strange. Loaded. But we should go out."

She grinned up at him.

"You know, nothing ever changes if you just avoid it," she said, nodding. "And if you're uncomfortable then that's something that should be changed."

He gave her a wry smile in return.

"I'm more likely to do it just to spite her in absentia, but you have a point."

"I always have a point," she declared impishly. "And, well, hey--that's a good enough reason in my opinion too."

"I thought so, really," he answered with a little smile. It might even have been somewhat impish.

"So when should we take this flight?"

"When's best for you?"

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Sixth Floor Kitchen - Tuesday night - 11/17

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