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Lucien Enjolras ([personal profile] untamedantinous) wrote2023-12-22 08:04 pm

quatre: they will put away the sword

There are a number of kitchens to be found in the mansion, as most people know. Enjolras is in one of them, flour speckling his flannel shirt and black jeans. There is a recipe book open on the counter near him, open to a page on baguettes. The young man in question is currently absorbed in kneading some dough: once again, something new to concentrate on. (Yes, he had known that Combeferre and Courfeyrac were only here for a day, but that does not really make it much better.) So, inspired by Laertes -- and, perhaps, the underwhelming boeuf bourguignon the mansion had provided the other day -- he is attempting a French classic. Perhaps a homemade baguette will taste better than mansion-provided food.
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[personal profile] futaille 2023-12-23 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Grantaire is walking into the kitchen to grab a snack and almost doesn't recognize Enjolras in the clothes he's not used to, but only almost. He pauses in the doorway, blinking a few times, before he enters. "Found a new pastime?"
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-12-23 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Laertes has his own baking to do--he's going to attempt a steamed nutbread, although he'll be using walnuts instead of kulunuts. When he sees Lucien at the counter, though, he tucks the recipe back into his pocket. "Hallo," he says warmly, coming up behind Lucien to wrap his arms around him. "Might I lend a hand?"
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-12-23 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"And thyself." Laertes runs his thumb over Lucien's cheek, smearing away most of the flour. "What art thou making? How can I aid thee?"
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[personal profile] futaille 2023-12-23 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, if you take to it with the diligence you do anything else, I have no doubt it will be a fine loaf of bread indeed." He pauses. "Also, you have flour on your face."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-12-23 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"At thy command," Laertes says, and lets him go. "Butter, or olive oil?"
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[personal profile] futaille 2023-12-23 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, you'll at least get there eventually, then." The attempt, though, at wiping the flour off his face makes him stifle laughter. "That didn't... here." He only hesitates for half a breath before stepping forward to wipe the flour off himself.

He clears his throat. "There. Good as new."
Edited 2023-12-23 02:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-12-23 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Then Laertes gets out the olive oil and pours a little into the bottom of the bowl, swiping it up the edges with a paper towel until the bowl is fully greased.
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[personal profile] futaille 2023-12-23 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Grantaire steps back as well, lightly rubbing his fingertips against one another1. "I could help?"


1 To knock the flour off. Clearly. Obviously.
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[personal profile] futaille 2023-12-23 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Grantaire shrugs and starts to collect mixing bowls and the like to clean. "Eh, you know me. Drinking, carousing, playing pointless games."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-12-23 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I confess, this is the hardest part of baking bread," says Laertes ruefully. "Many's the time I've forgotten the bread while it proved, and come back hours later to find my yeast run amok."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-12-23 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Not yet--what makes them different from other breads?"
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[personal profile] futaille 2023-12-23 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
He nods. "So am I." He scrubs at a mixing bowl. "Whatever else this place does in the future, I'll be grateful to it for giving them back to you for a day."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-12-23 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll not guide thee, then--I've been learning brioches for Grantaire, and rye bread for myself, but this style is as new to me as to thee." Laertes comes over to glance at the recipe, and asks as he draws near, "How art thou?"

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