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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[summerdude]

He sighs. "I'll think about it." A pause. "Is it... bothering you? To keep the secret."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"No," sincerely, "it is not my secret, and it's no great trouble to keep it. Though, as I said, I did not keep it from Susan, in part because I feel she has a right to have some idea of where I'm spending regular time."

[summerdude]

"Yeah, that's fine. She knows it's a secret, right?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Yes, of course."

[summerdude]

"Good. Thanks."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Did I not say I would ask that she keep it between us?" This is, he might admit, a little poke at Magnus.

[summerdude]

Magnus whines, "You did but..."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He raises an eyebrow.

[summerdude]

"That doesn't mean she will."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"She will. She has. You trusted me to do this -- grant me that same trust, here. If I had any doubt, I would not have told her."

[summerdude]

Magnus gives Lancelot a long, assessing look, then nods. "Okay."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Thank you," with one of those little almost-bows. "She means a great deal to me."

[summerdude]

"Yeah?" Lancelot might not recognize it, but this is an invitation to share.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot half-grins, "I thought that much was obvious."

He is not opposed to sharing, but he can't resist the urge to tease Magnus at least a little.

[summerdude]

Magnus grins back. It's the shit-eating one -- he knows Lancelot won't get the reference. He sing-songs, "You know what's obvious? You think she's gorgeous. You wanna kiss her. You wanna huuuug her. You wanna loooooove her."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot fixes him with another look, this one only a little confused -- it's nice that Magnus is back to making no sense whatsoever.

"This, too, is obvious. She is unquestionably gorgeous."

[summerdude]

Magnus shrugs. "I guess," he says. "If you're into that kind of thing."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"What 'kind of thing's is that?"

[summerdude]

"Um, people who aren't Alex Fierro?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

A little laugh -- this is, unfortunately, a charming answer. "Well. I have not yet met Alex, but I will grant you that."

[summerdude]

Magnus starts measuring dry spices into the food processor. "Alex is the best. If you ever see a flamingo, it's probably her. He does a great flamingo."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I don't know what a flamingo might be, but I will take you at your word." He leans against the counter, watching Magnus, and lets his own thoughts wind out for a moment.

[summerdude]

"It's a pink bird. Long legs."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Again. I believe you." After another moment, he says, "Susan is an anchor. She is beautiful, yes, but that is not the whole of it. She was my friend first, and still is my friend first, I think. And yes -- I want to kiss her, and all you teased me for, but..."

[summerdude]

"I was just explaining what they were!" Magnus says, but he focuses. "But?"