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.

Comments

[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?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

He still looks thoughtful, but he gives a little half-shrug. "But-- I love her. She is an anchor and a support, and my friend, and even if there was no kissing, those things would not change."

[summerdude]

"Yeah," Magnus says, starting to scoop the soaked chickpeas into the food processor bowl. He gets it. "Alex was my friend first, too."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"How long have the two of you been together?"

[summerdude]

"About seven years," Magnus says, his goofy Alex grin slipping over his features.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He smiles, "That's quite a while. Excellent."

[summerdude]

"Yeah," Magnus say, happily. "We're pretty much the Mansion's power couple, longevity-wise."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"And things are going well here?"

[summerdude]

"Yeah," Magnus sighs. "It's amazing how much time you have to, um, hang out? When you don't have to fight lindworms to the death every day?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

He chuckles, "That makes sense."

[summerdude]

"Yeah? You have that classic experience, too?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I have," he pauses to consider, "I have more options as to how I spend my time with a partner here. So, I suppose so, yes."

[summerdude]

Oh, right. "Not just in secret, huh."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Right. It is nice."

[summerdude]

"Wait," Magnus remembers then. "You did meet Alex. Right? He was the cheetah in the greenhouse. When, um..."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I recall that, but I would hardly say it was a meeting."

[summerdude]

Magnus rolls his eyes. "Just because I was trying not to bleed out or whatever doesn't mean you couldn't have, like, taken in his general vibe of greatness," he says, double-checking the recipe to make sure everything that's supposed to be in the processor is in the processor.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot does not want to point out to Magnus that by that point he was already likely over-cold and probably dissociating. Instead he says, "I was rather distracted, thinking about what else I needed to bring to Lan Wangji."