Keep Meg & Amy From Cooking Party

[kitchen_maid]

There are streamers over the door and glitter is flung generously (if randomly) about over countertops. (To be on the safe side, the girls have used edible glitter, like that on the cookies they handed out as invitations.)

There are large signs posted above the stoves and ovens with picture of Meg and Amy and the words "NOT ALLOWED" in large and bright red letters below them.

It can only mean one thing.

There's a party in the kitchen, and someone has got to keep these girls from cooking.

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

There are . . . people in the kitchen.

Boromir surveys them. He crosses his arms.

"Neither of you are Gil," he observes.

[balletrat]

Nope, *Meg says cheerfully.*

It's pretty easy to tell - you know, seeing as we're both girls. And neither of us are wizards. Or fauns.

*She stretches out a decidedly human leg, to demonstrate.*

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir is a prince.

He is also a soldier.

Somewhere between this, he still has no idea what to do at the sight of a shapely leg.

"Er. So. Are you new kitchen employees?"

[balletrat]

- oh, no, *Meg says, with a giggle.* Dieu, the bar would never forgive Bernard for hiring us - no, we're just borrowing the kitchen, for now.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He looks at them, looks at the pictures, and looks back at Meg.

"Borrowing it for what? Because it would appear you are forbidden to use the stove, the ingredients and the facilities. And it would be terrible if you broke the rules, would it not?"

[balletrat]

We're borrowing it, *Meg explains, patiently,* so other people can stop us using them.

After all, we're hardly going to have the willpower on our own. So the idea is that everyone else comes to use the stove, ingrediens and the facilities instead.

*She beams at him, with an expression that says, 'see? It makes perfect sense'.*

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Simply staying out of the kitchen is not an option, I take it."

[balletrat]

Meg looks at him, wide-eyed.

"But that would be far too easy."

Beat.

"- I'm Meg, by the by."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I am Boromir," he says with an automatic bow, "and this has the makings of a great disaster. Were I able to cook more than camp provisions I would, perhaps, help."

[balletrat]

*Meg considers hopping off the table, in order to curtsey.

- but that's no fun, so instead, she climbs up onto the table, and does her curtsey from there.*

Camp provisions still puts you way ahead of us, *she says, with a laugh.* So you'll fit right in.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He blinks a few times at the tabletop curtsey, but he's quite charmed. "An honor, miss.

"You wish to make sweets? Is that the plan?" He picks up a Brssel sprout and sniffs it doubtfully.

[balletrat]

Well, *Meg says, cheerfully,* we enjoy experimenting.

- the grapefruit icing we did actually didn't turn out all that bad, *she adds, earnestly.* It was only the cookies we put it on.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

". . . what is a grapefruit?"

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil sees Boromir and sidles up to him. "Hi," he says. "Apparently there was a memo but one of the rats used it to mop up a spillage. Sorry."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I'm not certain what a memo is--I assume it's a type of message?

"I could lift them up and carry them out bodily," he says doubtfully. He's certainly physcially capable but it's not the way a warrior treats a lady.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil, though tempted, shakes his head. "No, let them play," he says. "I've put up some anti-food-poisoning charms and the rats are filling the bar orders quietly around the edges."

He nods. "It'll be cool. Thanks, Boromir."

He takes a sneaky gander at Boromir while he isn't looking because big tough warriors are always worth a quick ogle.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Then I will let them, er, play." He sighs. "And help clean up afterwards."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Only if they finish while it's still your shift," Gil says. "Unless you really want some overtime pay? This may be a lot of fun but I don't want any of my staff inconvenienced more than absolutely necessary."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I don't mind helping. I suspect more hands will be necessary."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"That's very good of you," Gil says, smiling. "Wear your festive apron with pride and - um - try to enjoy yourself. That's what parties are for after all."

He pats Boromir's arm.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I will try."

He does not look confident in the possibility.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil feels that Boromir looking less than confident is a very worrying thing.

He nudges him gently. "What's wrong?" he murmurs.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I have little experience with kitchens." He glances at Amy and Meg. "And less with young women."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Well you've been a very satisfactory worker in my kitchen," Gil assures him. "Calm reliable and courteous. And young women aren't that different from young men, just a bit - shriller."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir laughs outloud. "I will remember that, then. And thank you."