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[souffle_girlek]

Early in the morning, before most of the bar is awake, a tiny time traveler visits the kitchen. She would stay at home for a late-night snack, usually, but...

Well.

Ace already knows way too much about the Wells' romantic life, and about one picosecond downstairs at the farm let her know that sticking around would only teach her more. And since Bar was getting a break in the quiet hours of the night, Ace decides to fetch a snack herself. It's really too bad she left her current project on top of the microwave when she left.

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"Well, you see, it's not as easy as going 'yay, souffle'... well, actually, that's pretty much the whole plan, but you have to make it a flavor first, and there's all sorts of flavors." Oswin explain, her nerves translating to babble as she leads them into the kitchen.

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Re: Off-white is the new white

[herr_bookman]

"Ah, good, you didn't get lost in there," Autor says dryly. "Some of the shelves are kind of tall."

He stirs the fully melted butter. "Three tablespoons of flour, you said?"

Re: Off-white is the new white

[souffle_girlek]

"Oh shut up." She huffs at him, which does nothing to hide the grin. "Yeah, it's..."

She hums as she opens the bag, pleasantly surprised by the smell. It's... almost nuttier somehow. More.

"Oh, this is good stuff, I bet this will make the souffle awesome."

Re: Off-white is the new white

[herr_bookman]

Autor hums tunelessly, pleased that his smug is acceptable. "Wow, I can smell that from here. Give it here, and I'll add it to the béchamel."

Re: Off-white is the new white

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin takes another appreciative sniff before handing the bag over - she'll have to make something out of that later - bread, perhaps? She bets it'd make good bread.

Re: Off-white is the new white

[herr_bookman]

Autor snickers at her--smelling flour! that's ridiculous--but quickly follows suit, tucking it against his chest and taking a huge sniff.

"Wow, this... This smells really good. We can just eat it, right? Oswin?" he asks, reluctantly glancing up from the flour. "Oswin? Where'd you go?"

Re: Off-white is the new white

[souffle_girlek]

"What do you mean, I'm right..."

Oswin goes very quiet, very suddenly, her hands flat against the table.

She knows that hum.

She knows that hum.

It isn't a good sound.

Re: Off-white is the new white

[herr_bookman]

Autor sees a flash of black in his peripheral vision. He drops the flour with a poof onto the floor when that flash materializes into a man watching him. Autor can't quite make out his face, though the way the boy's stomach curdles tells him he doesn't want to.

"Oswin!" The boy hisses. "This isn't funny, now where are you?"

Re: Off-white is the new white

[souffle_girlek]

The hum has a rhythm to it, a heartbeat for creatures with no hearts. They can't be here though, there's a whole bar room between the front door and the kitchen, there would have been shouting, they would have been warned.

A blue light, head-height, gleams in a dark corner of the kitchen, steady as a staring, lidless eye.

Oswin forges her rationalizations and screams before bolting for the stairs.

Re: Off-white is the new white

[herr_bookman]

Autor hears her scream as if he's underwater, fuzzy and distended across the air. The man holds his attention--the man, and the ruler in his hand. Autor doesn't need to see his face to recognize him. When the man reaches out to him, starting to melt where he stands, the boy scream is torn from his throat quickly enough to make it ragged.

Autor trips over the flour bag in his scrabble to leave, but he manages to bolt, taking the sake route Oswin did in his fleeing.

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