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Late morning, Sanctity

Having spent two weeks in Paris ~~stealing the Mona Lisa, then discovering it was a fake and putting it back~~, Zhaan was feeling well-rested. So well-rested she was tipped back on her favorite stool, with her feet propped on the counter while she read a graphic novel called "The Ascendancy: Broken Realities".

*wanders off to find breakfast* *pauses to stare at winamp*

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"Morning," Stark said cheerfully as he ~~in a completely shocking turn of events~~ opened the door. "I was hoping you would be here."

"Hello, Stark," with a cheerful smile, Zhaan leaned further back in the stool, snagged a piece of paper from one of the shelves, and marked her place in the book. Then she dropped forwards and let her feet touch the floor again. "Did you enjoy the holidays?"

"They were quiet," he said with a little shrug. "Not much to do, but quiet can be nice. Peaceful. Did you?"

"I did." She stood and moved towards him, unable to keep herself from reaching out to touch his cheek. "I spent them discovering that humans are a fascinating species in their interactions on the holidays. They quite remind me of Hynerians, at times."

"Where did you go?" Stark asked quietly, reaching up to take hold of her hand. "They do have a lot of food. Rygel would love it. All those cookies." Of course, Stark ate more than his fair share of cookies too.

Mm. Cookies. Zhaan seriously considered the difficulty in learning to bake on a Terran stove, just so she could have the smell of cookies filling the room. "I went to a place called Paris. My tax consultant suggested it would be a way to 'cut my losses'." Not that she had. The contacts she'd made had been worth the expense. She grinned and linked their hands together. "I think it will prove a profitable expense, in the end." She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Stark would completely support any and all baking efforts. Really.

"Is that far, from here? I should try and learn something about the geography here. I never know where anyone is talking about," Stark said, a bit sheepishly. The sheepishness didn't last long, because he had to grin brightly at being kissed on the cheek and it is hard to be sheepish while grinning.

Good. Because now they really could bake... and possibly explode the kitchen.

Zhaan shook her head, "Not as far as it feels, what with the rather primitive air travel." She heaved a sigh, "I never thought I would miss interstellar travel for the convenience of it all. Not to mention the lack of screaming children." A laugh escaped her, "Not that Crichton and D'Argo didn't attempt to be so."

Exploding the kitchen could be fun. Possibly even more fun than cookies.

"I think they could count as screaming children," Stark agreed. "Sometimes." He was not going to mention the fact that he'd screamed just as often and probably louder at times. "Have you been traveling a lot? How do you manage? Don't you...stand out?" Because while he was very, very fond of blue people, he didn't think the rest of the planet would agree.

Sadly, Batou might not approve, though he could go hide in the park, or something. With the dog. Do something useful.

"Perception." She smiled and moved to twitch a cloth straight on one of the displays. "Humans see what they wish to, and, as a tenth-level Pa'u, I'm quite adept at making certain they wish to see someone quite human." Not that it always worked, but those who were too perceptive usually didn't want to be labeled as a crazy person.

Yes, Batou could leave. It's a lovely day outside, after all. No reason to stay indoors unless you're busy exploding kitchens.

"Oh. That's good, that it works. I was talking to someone the other day, about why I hadn't been anywhere but the island. Didn't think I could go somewhere that wasn't here, not with this," he said, tapping his mask with a finger. "And without it would be even worse, I think."

Indeed.

"Quite possibly," it saddened her, a little, that Stark wouldn't be able to move as freely among the humans. But then again, they might simply consider him in the same class as some of the strange men who rode motorcycles. Glancing at the sun outside, she made a decision, "I have been considering your earlier mention of cookies. Would you like to join me in attempting to back some, Stark?"

Stark nodded eagerly. "Yes. I would like that." There were no guarantees that the cookies would edible, of course.

"Come with me, then." Grabbing his hand, she dragged him up the stairs and into the kitchen. "Of course... I'm not actually sure what goes into cookies, but we can experiment."

[Sorry. RL dragged me off.]

"I tried making cookies, over the summer. They...weren't very good," Stark admitted. "But they were edible. And chocolate, I think the chocolate helped. It usually does." He stopped, taking a moment to look around. "I haven't been up here before."

Inspecting her, relatively clean kitchen, Zhaan smiled. It was bright and full of light from the windows and the overhead lights. "I read once that the kitchen was the heart of a domicile." She moved to the cupboards and began opening them, searching for the powdered cocoa she recalled seeing in them. "I believe that to be true, in some cases. For leviathans, I believe the pilots' den is where the heart is, though." Triumphantly, she retrieved the tin. "We have chocolate."

"Chocolate. Good," Stark said with a nod. "I like it, your kitchen. And of course the pilot's den would be the heart of a leviathan." Another nod, because it made sense. And then he started pointing at things in the cupboards, trying to remember what had gone in the snickerdoodles, besides ~~people~~ the chocolate.

"Thank you." Not quite incapable of cooking--she had survived several hundred years, after all--Zhaan began pulling staples. Flour, sugar, a leavening agent, and, of course, the chocolate chips she'd bought one day on a whim. "I believe we need shortening, as--" she paused and looked at the writing on the back of the chocolate chips. "Ah. A recipe. But it doesn't call for cocoa."

"There's still those," Stark said, waving a hand at the bag of chocolate chips. "So there's still chocolate." It was entirely possible he had an unhealthy sort of fixation on chocolate. "What else?"

"Eggs." Which were in the refrigerator. Unfortunately, Zhaan had the feeling she and Batou had eaten the last for breakfast. "But there might not be any..."

"What if there aren't any?" Stark asked as he started poking around inside the fridge. "No cookies?" That would be tragic, really.

After breakfast, Billy came searching for this store he'd heard of. And, here it is. "Hello?"

Having (hopefully) not blown up the kitchen with Stark's help, Zhaan had eventually returned to the shop proper. She looked up from the graphic novel and smiled, "Hello. May I help you?"

"Hi, I'm looking for some stuff to help in relaxation, meditative aids I guess."

"Then you have come to the right place." It was a salesman's pitch, but, after all, she was supposed to be selling her wares. "I have aromatic herbs, candles, incense, and even books on the subject."

Sorry, RL dragged my brain out to lunch.

"I guess I'll start with the candles and incense." Billy thought outloud.

no problem

"Quite right. Do you have a preference for scent?" She moved to one of the displays and began pulling candles for him to inspect, "I find sandalwood, cinnamon and vanilla to be relaxing, and rose mixed with spearmint focuses the mind."

"Sandal wood sounds good." Billy said. "Uhm, what would you reccomend for easing a troubled mind?"

"Chamomile tea." said Zhaan ~~almost~~ promptly. "It's quite soothing. The incense is rather too cloying, however. So there, I'd go for something like one of the aromatherapy mixes. The Fresh Breeze is quite lovely."

He'd never tried that kind of tea, and marked it down on the list in his head. "Fresh Breeze sounds good." he agreed. "How about with the candles?"

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