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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:13 am
 ♘➸Navarre had heard of England. At least he thought he had...was that the place with the rainy weather? Katrina had told him that...right? Oh well, he supposed it didn't matter too much in that moment, but when Clarence began to list the many places he had called home at some point or another, Navarre wondered how it was possible for a human to travel so much. He knew that they had extremely short lifespans compared to his; perhaps this man had spent most of his life going from place to place, though it did make Navarre wonder what kind of work he was truly in. It seemed like an accomplishment of sorts, prompting him to tell Clarence, "You've certainly done more traveling than I have."
Navarre had noticed the man's grimace, almost causing a flush of embarrassment to flood his own face. He had been kidding, well sort of. It was true that he had ruined many, many dishes in the past, but he had meant to come across as lighthearted. Thankfully, before Navarre could proceed to stress over what he had said, Clarence's expression cleared up, revealing his own good-natured comment. Happy to shake the other man's hand, Navarre extended his own. Unlike the Clarence's callused one, Navarre's hand was soft. While he had learned at a young age to many laboring things, he had never actually had to do any of it. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smithson. I'm Navarre Goras." The elf's tone was polite, his mood rising once again.
"Oh no, no. I'm usually up for at least a couple more hours." He gave a reassuring smile, moving to remove the cake pops from the fridge. As he inspected his work, he was completely unaware of Clarence's 'inspection.' It was likely a good thing, as he would have been clueless as to how to explain Krishi'in's situation...Picking up one of the cakes, holding the stick carefully but very pleased that everything had set correctly, Navarre turned to face Clarence again, just in time to hear his latest question. He didn't really attempt an answer, choosing instead to listen as his guest explained the reasoning behind the double-boil method of melting chocolate.
Several seconds of silence passed before he found the right words to say. "I'm thinking that I'll be trying it that way, next time." Surprisingly, Navarre wasn't mad or even upset, really; he just sounded like he had given in, admitted defeat on a topic that Clarence couldn't have known about prior to his visit. Still, he was far from being in a bad mood, and he knew that there might even be a chance that he would learn to prefer the method as well. Moving on to the tasting, Navarre was almost worried now about what Clarence would think of his baking. Still, he had realized by now that the only way to improve was to be told how to improve. "Which would you prefer?" he asked, motioning to the assortment of cake pops on the counter.
{ooc: n/a}
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 1:53 am
Cherry-x-Sorbet Poor Nevarre XD poor Clarence, in a sense s: lol Magic is a beautiful thing...
Lovely... Blinking, Clarence carefully leaned his 6' 3" self against the counter, arms resting lightly at his sides as the young man raised his eyebrows at Nevarre's voice. Subtly, his eyes narrowed as he picked up on an added tension to the air...a sort of 'flatness'. It's merely my personal preference, but I also generally do longer-term projects where being able to keep the chocolate heated enough to stay smooth is helpful Clarence explained, spreading his long-fingered hands out in an apologetic expression. I've also cooked a lot, had a long time to practice. If you're short on time...or patience... Clarence chuckled quietly. ...then the microwave is still a viable tool. I enjoy using the butter, to get that sheen. But that's just me. Shrugging, Clarence straightened from where he'd been leaning to come over to where Nevarre motioned at the frozen cake.
Looking serious, as if it was a grave matter, Clarence finally took a cake pop that was a little thicker in the chocolate consideration than the others. He made a show of examining it under the light, making 'hmm' and 'ah' noises to himself. But then he grinned at Nevarre, that boyish smile, and simply bit into it. Well, after exhaling on it a bit, to try to 'warm' the pop slightly. Not bad. Not something I'd normally have tried to do Clarence commented after swallowing, seeming amused as he examined the slightly-munched-on pop. A cake popsicle... Clarence chuckled, a quiet, but open laugh. He had his own ideas that he could do, and maybe even a finger-food version that could be fun like a silly cake... Yes, he could start using these, he was sure. Maybe...hmmm. Calmly eating the rest of the pop, enjoying it and getting an absent-minded expression as ideas ran through Clarence's mind, the young man grinned at Nevarre when he was done. Not the healthiest thing to eat this late at night...but like you, I tend to stay awake fairly late. So no harm done he commented calmly, 'toasting' Nevarre with the leftover stick.
Finding the trash, Clarence disposed of the used stick, looking thoughtful as he brushed his hands together at the palms before also brushing them against his jeans in an absent-minded manner. I wonder... he mused quietly, then shook his head, laughing again. I'm almost tempted to take one home...but those imp pixies don't need anything to get them even more hyper Clarence commented, eyes glinting in genuine, and honestly open, amusement. He shrugged. That tasted pretty good Mr. Goras, thank you. Clarence smiled, seeming wryly amused at something. I don't want you to feel overly formal around me, so if it's easier, feel free to just call my Clarence the young man offered, seeming to pick up on SOME residual unease, or tension, around Nevarre. It'll make swapping recipes a lot easier Clarence added with a teasing wink, that infectious smile in place.
There were a few things that could be changed for the pops, in Clarence's opinion...but Nevarre HAD mentioned that he didn't really cook, much. The taste and enjoyment was the main thing...and those had been pretty good, so Clarence was content, merely seeming thoughtful. Looking around as if feeling awkward, Clarence shrugged. The hair was back, and he'd gotten a bit of a treat...unless Nevarre wanted company, against the...whatever...that had happened, Clarence knew he should leave. Well he started, smiling calmly to Nevarre, who despite his height and automatic 'grandeur' of being an Elf, seemed quite shy. Really young, amusing to Clarence although it wasn't something he'd mention aloud. Shall I get out of your hair, so to speak? Clarence asked gently, a glint of amusement in his eyes since it was Nevarre's hair that had brought him over in the first place. Or will you take pity on a newcomer and share a bit about this town?
I haven't quite really set up shop, yet, although I wish to start a business here if I may. It's almost a chain, from the few places where I've stuck around enough to get it going, but it's almost more of a hobby than a necessity... However, I do enjoy running it, so if there are specific licenses that I'd need, aside from the usual that I SHOULD still have current, it'd be good to know Clarence commented, tone calmly conversational, natural and easy to talk to. He was genuinely curious about this town, about the few things he'd observed...about how NOT angry the other neighbors had been about 'his' pixies. Sure, he'd caught some of the grumblings, some of the more mischievous pixies happy with how they've annoyed people. And going on about it, finding antics amusing. But, all in all, Clarence had been pleasantly surprised. So, a town either tolerant of...or maybe even USED to...pixies had to be something special. And, maybe Nevarre would catch a bit of a lonely hope in Clarence's eyes, although his expression was the same, attentive and courteous attention. If this was really that kind of place, then just maybe... Clarence held onto that hope, let it settle in his mind, but Time was in the Now, and that was one of the few ways that the young-seeming man had managed to keep focused. Stay in the Now, and don't brood over what Has Been And Never Will Be Again.Deadly to cross, fatal to those who mishandle such Power
Meae deliciae, c** sis semper quietos filium nostrum.
Me paenitet, et memoria semper tenere. (Hope that doesn't seem TOO terribly much like filler ^^; a little insight to how Clarence's mind works, I guess XD how he's good hiding his thoughts, even if a little of his emotions will still show in his eyes...on normal days, anyway s: lol)
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 10:28 pm
♘➸Navarre listened as Clarence explained why he liked the double boil method of melting chocolate, and it did make sense. Though it was true that the elf rarely had much time on his hands, so he usually stuck to casual projets. Still, maybe someday when he had a little extra vacation time, he'd have Clarence help him with cooking. The man certainly knew what he was talking about. Just his inspection of the cake pops made Navarre feel like he was in one of cooking reality shows that Katrina liked to watch. Luckily for him, his guest seemed much kinder and more understanding than the chef on t.v.
Smiling as Clarence deemed the cake pops worth eating, even when it was later into the night. "I had never thought of making these, either. But it was suggested to me by more than one person, so I figured it was worth trying." He covered the remaining pops as he told the man, "Those pixies did seem rather energetic. You're always welcome to stop by for another, when you can hide it from them." Later, before he went to sleep, he would likely wrap them in cellophane for a more decorative look, but right now they would do just fine in the fridge.
He nodded as he was given the permission to call the man by his first name, and Navarre happily offered the same. It really would make things easier, as they were neighbors now and Navarre was fairly certain he would be seeing Clarence around often. "Oh, please, feel free to stay and chat. I can make some tea?" He usually had a cup before bed, anyways, and he really did want to get to know his new neighbor. "I think have enough mint tea left..." He moved to a cupboard on the right, pulling out an unmarked box to check the contents inside. Pleased that he hadn't run out of tea, Navarre withdrew two of the cloth bags. "I made these using the herbs I grow in the backyard." he explaining lightly, as he searched for a pot to begin boiling the water.
"A shop?" he questioned lightly, igniting the flamed underneath the stove top. "From what I know, Janhall is pretty much a free for all, so long as you pay taxes and the building is structurally sound. I do have a friend who can double check the requirements, though." he added, making a mental note to call her in the morning.
{ooc: n/a}
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 12:46 am
Cherry-x-Sorbet Loved the 'nicer than the chef on TV' comment XD Magic is a beautiful thing...
Lovely... Smiling as Nevarre offered him the same courtesy, Clarence relaxed more with a quiet laugh and a rueful shrug about the pixies, eyes gleaming at the offer of tea. Clarence chuckled quietly. Ah, someone who knows a good thing when they see it...! he commented calmly, but clearly excited. Well, drink it... Chuckling, Clarence merely folded his arms and waited, taking the liberty of leaning against the counter. Behind Nevarre's back, the young man scrunched his nose in distaste at the sight of the bags, but it was gone with a surprised blink. You grow your own tea? he asked, relaxing more. And smiling, almost more of a grin. He could like this young, awkward-seeming Elf. Granted, it wasn't difficult for Clarence to like people, but people that were CLOSE friends were just few and far between. He hadn't been lying about not having many places he could set up a 'home', and Clarence was looking forward to having an actual HOME here in Janhall.
Relaxing a bit more, Clarence watched Nevarre as he fixed the tea. He shrugged a bit, but seemed pleased with himself. It's a small thing I like to do, mixing some of my favorite guilty pleasures he admitted, smiling slightly. Softly, as if talking about a child. I don't really get much of a chance to, as my work has taken me around so many places. But, I shouldn't have to move for quite some time. Closing his eyes, Clarence leaned back his head, a tension seeming to come to his face for a moment before the young man's features cleared. For a second he seemed tired, as if at memories of his work...but Clarence just stayed quiet, waiting patiently until the tea was done. He was a man apparently used to long silences, to waiting. However, if Nevarre got fidgety, Clarence would probably 'wake up' again, and continue to talk with the young Elf. Deadly to cross, fatal to those who mishandle such Power
Meae deliciae, c** sis semper quietos filium nostrum.
Me paenitet, et memoria semper tenere. (If you want, you COULD have Lilly come across Krishi'in s: *shrugs* I'm just not sure where Krishi'in would go ^^; she'd avoid people, for sure...)
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 11:01 pm
♘➸With a faint smile as he continued the preparation for their tea, Navarre gave a small nod in response to Clarence's question. "Yes, I have a knack for growing plants." he explained, keeping the truth in a rather simple form. "I know you'll enjoy living here in Janhall. It really is an amazing place." He listened as Clarence spoke a bit more of his job, curiously wondering just how long the man had been in his line of work. It seemed as if he had grown tired, or maybe just weary of it? Still, Navarre wouldn't press a guest in his home, and instead finished fixing the tea over the next few minutes.
Placing a tea bag in each drink, Navarre also managed to locate two plain white saucers to hold the cups. After another moment, he turned to face Clarence, handing him his tea before leading the way to the living room. Well aware that the recliner was the most comfortable seat in the room, he motioned towards it as he offered Clarence the seat. Choosing to sit slightly diagonal to him, Navarre took a seat on the couch. As he held his tea, he blew gently on the still very hot liquid, careful not to cause any splashing. "What sort of shop were you hoping to have here?" he asked, his tone light as he tried to imagine the kind of establishment the man in front of him would enjoy running. Janhall had many things, and the selection of places to go and things to do had been growing steadily over the months.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 1:17 pm
Star Ingd Eathe Cherry-x-Sorbet Loved the 'nicer than the chef on TV' comment XD Magic is a beautiful thing...
Lovely... Thank you Clarence said, voice clear and calm as he accepted the tea. For him, it came naturally, raised to be polite...but the words held actual meaning to them, it wasn't empty courtesy. Giving Navarre a slight bow, managing to keep the tea balanced, Clarence followed Navarre into the living room. He raised his eyebrows at noticing the comfort of the recliner. But, he sat down. First on the edge, motion smooth and balance, before leaning back into the recliner a bit. Calmly crossing a leg hooked over the other knee, Clarence sipped from his tea for a moment. He smiled, having that quiet pride again. I've picked up a few tastes while traveling, and have various spices in my collection he started, a mischievous glint in his eye. Generally speaking, people are either in total surprise, or not at all, that I cook. A chuckle and a sip of his tea, Clarence's eyes going half-closed as he enjoyed the freshness of the flavor. He personally liked mint stronger, but still with the coolness of it. Fresh mint was the best for that. As I've said, I suppose I'm considered a chain now, as there are a few shops here and there that I left with able assistants to run as long as people enjoyed the services there. Another mischievous smile. Quite eclectic, but I run a bookstore and bistro. On occasion, I have a few antiques around that catch peoples' eyes. Buns an' Books is the name. Clarence didn't QUITE beam, but he was clearly quite happy. Excited about his store, energy in his voice but mostly kind of teasing Navarre a bit as Clarence kept it more general up until the end of his speaking. Closing his eyes, Clarence leaned back into the recliner and enjoyed his tea. Deadly to cross, fatal to those who mishandle such Power
Meae deliciae, c** sis semper quietos filium nostrum.
Me paenitet, et memoria semper tenere. (I might start just keeping actions in normal text and talking colored, or color the whole thing like I'm used to doing s: but people don't seem to read the posts thoroughly when I do that, because they'd get details wrong /: le sigh, what to do, what to do...)
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