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]

"They do, there's just this whole, like, essence thing usually. They're not all concentrated in one spot most of the time, so you don't get the full brunt of their divinity and, like, die. Um, it varies by pantheon though. Annabeth said the Egyptian ones have this whole possession thing going on instead of just, like, sleeping with mortals or whatever. Um, but, maybe the christian one doesn't hang like the others? I've only heard of one or two alleged kids from that guy." Magnus pokes at the falafel mixture, desultory. "Gods are immortal and have really specific powers and most of 'em won't freaking shut up about being gods. And they, like, rely on their worship for strength. You know it's a god if they have a lot of stupid power and care about attention, good or bad, and if they meddle in mortal affairs for their own benefit and they don't really seem to get the value of a life or the magnitude of, like, a year. Cuz they've been around so long. But you said there were Vikings, in your Britain, so that means there were definitely gods hanging out. Like, somewhere. My dad is one, you know."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs in something like surprise, "Your father? A god?"

[summerdude]

"Where did you think I get all the--" Magnus wiggles his fingers to indicate both healing and growing things and the Peace of Frey, which he's been practicing deploying on purpose about once a week during their sessions "--from?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot shrugs, "Aren't you from Valhalla? Or whatever?" This last is strategically deployed in a tone not unlike Magnus' own.

[summerdude]

Magnus, despite himself, snorts. "Yeah, recently," he says. "But that just gives me the strength and reflexes. The alf seidr is all Frey."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I see," though it's not clear that he entirely does. "But you did not grow up with your father?"

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs - a mirthless snort more than anything. "No," he says. "I met him after I died."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Do you--" Lancelot hesitates. "Do you like your father?"

[summerdude]

Magnus loves his dad, which is part of the problem, and not something he's going to blabber about with Lancelot of all people. "Oh, he's, like, fine or whatever. Could be a lot worse."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hrm. I suppose."

[summerdude]

"You suppose?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I mean-- I do know it could be worse. Fine seems... well enough." He still looks thoughtful, though.

[summerdude]

"He's the god of summer," Magnus says. Are the sprouting chickpeas in front of them just sitting there, totally forgotten? Quite possibly! "And all that entails. And peace and prosperity." The prosperity part is particularly funny to a former street kid. "And the lord of Alfheim, hence, like, the alf seidr. And--" He pauses, brow furrowed. "Like, summer storms. I wonder if I could make it rain?" He's never tried that before, somehow!

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot is still working through something, but he straightens a little and says, "That would be an impressive skill."

[summerdude]

"I'll have to try it sometime," Magnus says. Oh, look, he's remembered the falafel project! He pokes at the mixture.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Is it coming along?"

[summerdude]

"Who knows," Magnus groans.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot lets out a surprised little laugh. "Certainly not me."

[summerdude]

"If I don't know and you don't know, then who's driving this thing???"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I believe that was supposed to be you."

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs. "Dude, I told you up front that I don't know how to cook."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"And I do not believe I have ever claimed to know anything more than how to chop things or wash dishes. We make a very fine team."

[summerdude]

"Great, we have a perfect excuse in case this sucks," Magnus says, going over to look at the recipe. "Wanna try and fry these puppies?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I am willing to try."

[summerdude]

Magnus blitzes the food processor one more time, for good measure. The falafel mixture sure is a texture! Maybe it's even a good texture? He's pretty sure that frying involves oil and pans, so he goes looking for some.