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[Be careful, you might just spoil the man!]

I suppose I shall, but you should eat for yourself as well. You will need your energy.

[But he deserves it!]

I can't imagine why.

[That's crazy talk!]

I shall remind you later. But first, we eat.

Yes, my lord!

[Then it's off to the kitchen they go, though Sigmund stops to put his new flute in his flute case.]

[Edward continues on to the kitchen while he does that, starting to make the soup base. He's determined to make the most delicious soup ever, even with disgusting old broccoli. :|]

[Sigmund follows him to the kitchen. Edward is determined to fight a supposedly evil foe in broccoli, but Sigmund focuses on gathering food together to make salad - one without peppers or tomatoes.]

[You're a kind soul, Sigmund, to not force him to eat broccoli and peppers on the same day. Thus, Edward is boiling water. A daunting task for any aspiring chef.]

[Go Edward, go! Sigmund is attempting to mix some sort of dressing.]

[Chopping broccoli, slicing cheese, blah blah blah cooking. :| Ed's trying not to drown out the taste of broccoli with too much cheese.]

Edited 2009-01-21 07:41 (UTC)

[A little extra cheese is fine, but Sigmund borrows some scraps of cheese to toss into his salad. Two soldier guys cooking mediocre food seems to be a good time.]

[Yes, it's fun and all; now watch Ed try to be sly and just sort of... bump him...]

[Sigmund sees what Edward did there. He's skilled enough not to drop anything, but he's going to brush against Edward in response. Flirting is fun.]

[Way to be silly, a pair of buff soldiers poking at each other in the kitchen. Luckily they're still technically 17 - well, 18 now - so it's allowed. And since no one's looking and the soup needs to simmer for a while, he sneaks over and hugs Sigmund from behind, chin on the other man's shoulder to watch him work. His favourite pastime.]

[Sigmund relaxes into Edward's embrace, chuckling to himself as he mixes the dressing.]

Rather curious, I see.

[Edward blinks, glancing sidelong at him. He didn't hear any protests or hidden warnings, so he stayed where he was.]

Perhaps a little, my lord. It's rare that you prepare food yourself.

[Sigmund meets his gaze with an approving one of his own. In fact, he's rather comfortable where he is.]

Svala has taken it upon herself to make me various soups as a response to her Christmas present. It isn't often I get to make my own food.

Am I being too unoriginal, then to suggest this? [Oh dear, fret fret... still not moving though...]

Originality is no concern of mine. I am glad that you wish to do something like this in the first place. [Turns to place a kiss on his cheek.]

[Okay, he's relaxed again, and smiling. Sigmund gets a little nuzzle. The puppy is officially happy.]

It need not be saved for special occasions. Whenever you want soup, I'd be happy to make it for you.

[He gets more nuzzling in response. Sigmund is happy too.]

If that is the case, I would like to know something I can make for you as well.

[Ed rests his cheek against Sigmund's hair. The metal of his headband is cool against his skin, but the hair is soft, so it's nice.]

I must confess, I have a weakness for salads - which is exactly what you're making for us right now.

[How cute. Sigmund nuzzles him again.]

Salad, hmm? We are quite the pair.

A dinner of appetizers. [If he were a dog he'd be wagging his tail.] If you feel up to the challenge, I also enjoy beef.

Soup is so much more than that.

I may give that a try. You get plenty of exercise, but you also need to eat well.

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