New Plan, Step One: Provide For My Community [open]

[summerdude]

Magnus needs something to change, so when a Mansion calendar helpfully informs him that it's International Falafel Day back on Earth, he goes to the library for some cookbooks, and then to the kitchen.

He lays out ten different falafel recipes. He gathers the ingredients they list, as best as he can understand them. He has canned chickpeas and fresh chickpeas and dried chickpeas and chickpea flour and box mixes of falafel that say 'just add water!'

Cripes.

"I can do this," he says, peering at the assorted recipes intently for a good ten minutes, and then takes the dried chickpeas over to the sink to rinse and soak.

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[sporesprouter]

Tress smiles a little. "When I first met him. I'd been hired to wash the windows at his house. A bit into it when I was making my way around the outside, he was there near some of their potted plants." Her smile grows, fondly. "He introduced himself and told me he was the groundskeeper. As if they actually had grounds to keep."

[summerdude]

"Okay, cute," Magnus says, carefully measuring out some spices.

[sporesprouter]

She measures some out as well. "He's cute, so it only makes sense."

[summerdude]

"How cute? Tell me everything."

[sporesprouter]

"His hair refuses to comb straight and he has so many different smiles."

[summerdude]

"Like what?"

[sporesprouter]

"He has this crooked smile he uses when he's trying to be sneaky."

[summerdude]

"Okay, I love this," Magnus says. "What sort of sneaky things does he try to do? Besides being a groundskeeper."

[sporesprouter]

"That smile was on display when he told me his plan to not have to marry any princesses by being extremely boring when he met them."

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs, surprised. "Oh my gods. What a champ. What were some of his methods?"

[sporesprouter]

"Oh, there were a few. He told one of them all about the sounds his stomach made when he was lying down."

[summerdude]

"Oh, that's a good one," Magnus says, eagerly. "What else?"

(Tress might notice that, as they're talking about Charlie, he's starting to actually relax for the first time in ???? a while. Shoulders loosening, jaw unclenching... it's only a little, but it's still something.)

[sporesprouter]

"Well, he told one of them that he had a toenail clipping collection. But I don't know if that counts as boring so much as gross."

[summerdude]

"Wait, does he actually?"

[sporesprouter]

"Oh, moons, no."

[summerdude]

"Oh." If anything, Magnus looks a little... disappointed? "I flyted Loki on the Ship of Nails, you know."

[sporesprouter]

"I didn't know that.... Was it made of nails nails?"

[summerdude]

"Fingernails and toenails? Yep."

[sporesprouter]

"Wow. How does that even work?"

[summerdude]

Magnus considers the question seriously. "Disgustingly," he decides.

[sporesprouter]

Tress considers the answer with just as much care. "Yes, that sounds about right."

[summerdude]

"They said it grew from every single nail clipping that people lost or threw away," Magnus says. "That's why I was curious about Charlie's."

[sporesprouter]

Tress makes a face. "That is so gross."

[summerdude]

"You're telling me. Try fighting for your life on a boat made out of nail clippings."

[sporesprouter]

"Well, in case that ever happens, do you have any advice for that specific scenario?"