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.

Comments

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"They must be more difficult than I expected. Perhaps I would not have eaten so many as a child, had I known."

He's not laughing at them. He'd never dream of it.

[balletrat]

Kids never appreciate the work that goes into these things, *Meg agrees, shaking her head sadly.

Clearly it was a traumatic experience for her. How would anyone dare laugh at it?*

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"What went wrong with your attempt at the tarts?"

[kitchen_maid]

"It might be easier to tell you what didn't," says Amy, with a laugh, "which was cleaning up the kitchen after we were done."

She gives him a very bright smile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I am Boromir," he says, bowing his head with a small smile.

[balletrat]

I think I can say we're both pleased to meet you -

*Meg grins at him.*

- so would you like an apron?

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He looks at the aprons. "Are they necessary?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Well, they keep your clothes clean. And they're festive."

Amy picks out a green one. With crossed swords on it.

"See?"

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir is relieved he's not offered one of the frilly ones. "That is acceptable, thank you." He ties it around his waist.

[balletrat]

I think it makes you look very dashing, *Meg offers cheerfully.*

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He gives her a skeptical look. "Are there any kind of instructions written down? Tarts are not like quickbread."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy's smile gets very bright.

"There's the Book."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"And what is the Book?"

[balletrat]

The Book, *Meg says, her tone hushed and reverent,* is the reason why we're here today.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir sighs, scratches his head, and says, "So it's enchanted?"

[kitchen_maid]

"No," says Amy. "It's just very special. Bar gave it to us."

She crosses the room and returns with the beglittered Basic Cookery, which she offers him reverantly.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir takes the Book and looks through several pages until he finds cookies. "1 Cee?"

Modern life. So baffling.

[balletrat]

*Meg looks slightly shifty.*

It's. Er. Part of the mystic measurements of the Book, *she exlains, fidgeting a little on the table.*

I . . . don't know exactly how to translate it. But other people do!

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps the Book itself offers a translation," he says and turns to the back.

As it is Basic Cookery, it explains things indeed, in very simple terms.

"Ah-ha! One Cee means one cup!" He looks puzzled again. "What sort of cup do they mean?"

[kitchen_maid]

"One of these," says Amy, handing him a measuring cup. "And the tsps are these and the TBs are these."

A grin.

"You do learn some things working as a kitchen maid."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"A teaspoon," he translates, "and a tablespoon. Very well."

He flashes a smile at Amy. "I have learned little in my months of washing dishes, but then, I have not asked."

[balletrat]

I'm a dancer, *Meg says cheerfully.* We're not supposed to know practical things.

*She strikes a pose, and adds, sonorously,* it detracts from our mystique.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"For which god do you dance?" Boromir asks, and the mun hopes terribly is makes sense in the Tolkein-verse somehow.

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks.*

- well, nowadays I dance for one of the Endless, *she offers, a little confused.* Does that count?

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I--do not know. Most dancers I have met danced as a form of worship.

"An endless what?"

. . . Boromir has not spent much time getting to know the power structure of the bar.