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[wingedpriestess]

Hey Cadelle.

[ Look who got all fancy and is doing this video from the teaching kitchen of the Chop Shop... Makeshift tri-pod and all. ]

I figured there was no time like the present to introduce myself. I'm Kendra Saunders and I'm currently working at The Chop Shop as a Culinary Instructor. I can teach anything from boiling water to making a seven course meal to woo that special person in your life. I'm offering group and private lessons... And I'm even offering a volunteering special.

The Samhain Ball is coming up, as we've been told. I was hoping to help cook some of the food offered there. And I might need help from some people. So think of this as a complimentary crash course in the world of appetizers and finger foods.

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[directed]

Miss Saunders.

[His head tilted slightly downward, for a moment Rip might very well look akin to a child with his hand caught in the biscuit tin. Yet he musters quickly; one breath in, one mental confirmation that he's been caught, and he motions to the mess scattered about him on the floor.]

Apologies for the mess. I'll clean up and be out of your way shortly, shall I?

[Because clearly that's all to be had to it, right? Right?]

[wingedpriestess]

[ She's not laughing, not yet at least. Kendra pushes herself from the door frame and crosses over to the closet to grab a broom and pan. ]

You don't have to. I'm not using this kitchen.

[ She pauses and smiles a bit as she crosses over to him. ]

I can help... if you want... Or I can get out of your hair, if you'd rather go at it alone.

[directed]

[Not laughing, no, but Rip thinks he sees a spark of amusement in her eyes all the same. Still--all the more reason to be impressed, he supposes, if she manages to keep it in in favor of fetching a broom.

Good thing, too. Of course it couldn't have been an empty bowl he dropped. No, now there's flour that had once been carefully measured out scattered across the floor. Luckily he'd only been measuring--a survey of the ingredients on the table, so neatly arranged, will make his intentions to bake rather clear.

He considers the offer when she makes it--but in truth, it's that very offer that makes up his mind. Kendra has always been a considerate soul, and truthfully? Rip has missed that. So he decides to swallow his prior embarrassment. Perhaps out of any of the Legends, she might be the one to keep what she's discovered a secret anyway.]

No, it's--it's alright. I could likely do with a touch of company anyway. [It's strange to be so used to being alone, but to equally get antsy when it happens for too long a period. The sound of voices in the background is why he had the network broadcasting in the first place.]

[wingedpriestess]

[ Kendra's pretty good at keeping secrets- better about not really gossiping. Perhaps it was because she was always so absorbed in her own thoughts that she never really chose to share everyone else's secrets.

She holds out the dustpan to him with a smile. ]

Hold this and I'll sweep it up?

[ She's glad he doesn't turn her away, it's nice to have familiar faces around... Even if reminders of home are the last things she wants to dwell on. ]

It's more fun to cook with company. [ A pause as she starts to sweep up the flour. ] When did you get here?

[directed]

[Rip gives a quick salute, a pair of fingers raised and tilted outward as he cooperatively takes hold of the dustpan and crouches down. It certainly is easier this way, to hold the pan steady while Kendra takes care to sweep away the mess of flour that's been scattered about.]

I'm not really in the habit of it, I'm afraid. [Cooking in company. Rip's lips tighten into what might be seen as a grin, there and gone in a steady beat. She wouldn't know about his predicament, of course—not unless one of the other Legends told her, and Sara's been the only one to learn exactly when Rip has been drawn from.

Yet even she doesn't know of the hobby he'd developed over the last year.]

Oh, not long before your broadcast, actually. I wasn't aware you were employed here. [A convenient subject change, pulling focus away from himself and onto Kendra. Far safer that way.]

[wingedpriestess]

[ It was easy to sweep up the flour- he hadn't made as much of a mess as he could have. She smiles a little and leans against the broom as soon as she finishes. ]

Thanks.

[ For holding the pan, that is. He might not often cook with company, but maybe he'd make the exception today. ]

Would you have avoided coming if you did know? [ It wasn't accusatory, just curious... ]

[directed]

No trouble at all. [Particularly not when Rip stood guilty of making the mess in the first place; if either of them deserves gratitude, it is clearly Kendra—but as Rip heads over to the trash can to dump off the wasted flour, Kendra asks a rather pointed question.

Perhaps he should have expected it. He doesn't; for a moment he turns to look at her, then turns his eyes down, holding the full dustpan all the while.]

…That's no reason to avoid this place, is it? [He doesn't quite manage a grin, nor is it a true answer to her question—yet it is still true. Rip knows it, and as he at last empties the pan, he lets out a soft sigh.]

I won't go into details for obvious reasons, but…I've recently come off a hard time in our world. [Doomworld, a year spent without the contact of another human, days gone by in drunken stupor. Not only is it odd to not be physically alone while surrounded by cake-making materials, it's equally strange to be sober. The assumption that Rip and Kendra are from different times is a convenient excuse to avoid saying any of that.

He taps the pan to ensure it's empty, then heads back across the room.] Baking is a, ah, recent hobby that I've picked up, and equally that no one on our team knows about. I simply intended to keep it that way for the time being.

[wingedpriestess]

[ Kendra wonders if he knows which point in their timeline she's from... She wonders which point he's from. But with what they do, she expects not to really ever find out an answer to those questions.

Still, she watches him pause, turn to look at her without looking at her long at all, then continue.]

You tell me.

[ It's hard to gauge just how anyone feels around here, but Rip is more reserved... A lot like she is. Would he have actively avoided the shop if he knew she was here? She wasn't entirely sure... ]

I respect that. [ She attempts a small smile, comforting rather than actually bright and cheery. ] I won't tell anyone your secret, promise. And if you'd rather I leave, I understand that too.

[directed]

[She's good; certainly enough to see through the double meaning of his words. The answers aren't entirely favorable ones, though only towards Rip; Kendra's presence, her cleverness, her understanding and kindness had always been welcome on the ship.

Perhaps now, he should be more willing to welcome it here, too.]

Well. What's done is done either way. [Even if he would have made other plans, he can't now, and part of him understands that it's for the best. It's makes it easier to shake his head when she offers to leave.]

It's quite alright. I could likely do with a bit of company anyway. [Certainly Sara seems to think so; she's already left him half a dozen messages demanding his presence at the gala.] And a secondary taster just to make sure nothing goes wrong with the mix.