folklorist | ϡ - Chapter ThirtySeven; The loss [Action|Voice] (forward dated to the 27th)

[ It was an ordinary morning just like any other day would be. Friday nothing too strange about it. With the event having ended and things going back to the way they should be Helios is more than a little chipper now and welcoming to said normalcy. The cultural fair was a success at least and that's put him in good spirits. And so…when he goes to Ginia’s room to ask what she’d like for breakfast he soon realizes that said happiness is short-lived. He’ll knock on her door lightly at first. ]

Ginia? Are you there? I-I wanted to know if you wanted anything for breakfast… [ No answer. Hm. Maybe she left earlier than him to go to Cloud Nine. No. Something felt…off. He’ll grip the doorknob with a slightly shaky hand. Luminair giving him a sad cautious chirp from the place beside his feet. He’ll give the young dragon a small shaky smile as if trying to hide his worst fears realized. ] It’s alright sh-she probably just went out to, to get something to eat.

[ He swallows thickly as he opens the door and there…his stomach drops. Whispered in one disbelieving, tired, and saddened tone is the word: ] No.

[ This wasn’t…this couldn’t be happening. Everything was gone. Gone just like Giles, Frederic, and now her. The room was so empty and bare, aside a box sitting atop the desk. He knew what was in there but he couldn’t make himself walk in to take a look. Letters most likely, there were always letter it seemed like a lasting impression that you could at least keep a hold of. She was like a sister to him, almost like family, so it hurt to have to do this. Gods no matter how many times you hear of people leaving it still hurt to do this. All three gone and he feels slightly lonelier here. But he had to tell people because people had the right to know. Helios couldn't keep this a secret, no, that wasn't fair at all. He’ll bite his lip blinking rapidly as he finally moves inside and takes out his journal. There’s a shaky sigh from him as he opens it then turning on the voice function. For anyone awake at this hour they’ll have an uncharacteristic somber, shaky, voice issued over the journal network. ]

I-I’m sorry to everyone who knew her but…Ginia Solana has gone home.

[ Poorly filtered to the following persons: Grune, Pao-Lin, Smoker, Ami, Draco, Goku, Roji, Shiki, Derek, and Archie. ]

Sh-She left you all some letters. If, if you want to stop by and pick them up at House forty-four. I…I ah c-can also bring them over if it’s more convenient.

[ Maybe getting out of the house might not be such a bad thing. ]

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[ Helios will give a curt little nod and begin to do as instructed. He'll wash his hands and unfortunately not roll up his sleeves, it's just a habit he's gotten into and of course a personal issue as well. ] They sound like they'll be delicious once they're done.

[ He's already getting hungry just thinking about them and the smells of all these ingredients together is heavenly so far. ]

Shall I take care of the eggs then? [Because...you know, it's impossible to blow up parchment with scissors. Rolling up her sleeves Sabriel reaches for the eggs, counting them out and lining them up beside the bowl.]

Do they need to be separated at all?

We've no use for the yolks in this, but there is something else I would like to try tomorrow that will need them.

[Adele cracks the first of her eggs, carefully separating the yolk from the white and setting it aside in it's own small bowl. Her hands were steady, her touch light enough to prevent any of the white or yolk from mixing.]

You're really getting the hang of cooking Adele. I'm rather impressed. [ Said with no condensation or anything but merely truth and approval. He'll start sifting the ground up ingredients then. ] Wh-what are you planning on making tomorrow?

Is it anything we can help you make? [Because this was pretty nice, the three of them working together for something. Pulling out a sheet of parchment paper Sabriel starts cutting it down to size for the baking sheet, brushing away the clippings from the work area.]

Fondants chocolat. They are like...little chocolate cakes with a molten center. They take twice as many yolks as they do normal eggs.

[Yolk after yolk is pulled from the whites and set aside, while it would be better to age the whites she can let them sit while they prepare the rest of what they will need.]

Your instruction has been most valuable- and. I think having extra hands when I attempt it will be most beneficial.

Ah. Those sound delicious. [ Even now after everything his sweet tooth is still going strong. His mouth also might be watering a little thinking about them. ] I've made them before, back home, at least once or twice. [ With Elise. The memories are sweet and it only makes him smile a little bit more. ]

I-I'm glad it's proven useful for you. I-I wouldn't mind assisting with helping you tomorrow either. [ It'll probably do him some good. ]

I've never heard of such a decadent dessert. [She won't lie, the thought of them makes her hungry. Count her in on helping Adele make it if she can.]

The only sweet I'm really familiar with making is toffee. One of the cooks from the College showed me how.

They are- if I can get them right. It takes extra work to make certain all the measurements are exact but so long as I think of it as surgery, it goes well. When I think of it otherwise things start to go...sour.

[The dry goods are measured, blended, and sifted into an even pile in their own bowl as she speaks.]

Any and all assistance would be most appreciated, Helios. You've a better talent for this than I. I am comfortable with the macarons because Grune assisted me with a batch not long ago.

[Sift, sift, measure out the sugar for the whites.]

Is toffee at all like making taffy?

It's a bit of a different process; you can't pull toffee like you would taffy. But it's easy enough so long as you keep an eye on the sugar.

[And, you know, not explode it.]

Other than that it's pretty easy.

Edited 2012-06-01 05:16 (UTC)

Mm Sabriel is correct. Taffy requires a pulling motion so as to give it it's texture and stretchy form. [ A pause as he thinks it over. ] I haven't had saltwater taffy in a rather long time. I wonder if there's any in the shops.

Edited 2012-06-01 05:27 (UTC)

I think we should compare and contrast both methods of candy making- so long as we do not. Use. Magic. Once was enough in this kitchen. [It's said with a smile, a soft half bit of a laugh while she works the eggs into a froth.]

N-No. No using magic this time. [ A sheepish laugh from him as he rubs the back of his head with a hand. He is never going to live that down, is he? ]

Do you need me to do anything else?

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