hisbutler_bound | Nevermore Tasks 005

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Nevermore Tasks 005

Good afternoon, Astringendum,

It seems the rain has calmed a little, but I wonder how long. It should do well for the gardens in general. I've taken the liberaty of starting a small one in the back of the manor with what few seeds I've taken from the vegetables I've served the young master --rather few--, though not knowing the fertility of the soil, I'm not quite sure exactly how it will fare. [Not that he can't just cheat and will them to grow anyways. He's merely trying to start up a conversation.

He settles more feed into the owl feeder, but doesn't give it any treats. That's Ciel's job to pamper his own pet. It doesn't seem to like him as much as Ciel anyways. He picks up a package under his arm and makes his way out of the manor. Clearly there are signs of walking]

Do the seasons fit in normal standards? April showers bring May flowers, is the term I refer to, but is it similar here in the terms of seasons and weather?

[He stops, unwrapping the package of meat, smiling pleasantly. He sets it down on the ground rather close to a small opening somewhere, waiting patiently until the Yodare show up. He doesn't move even when they descend like pirranas upon the meat. Gloved fingers outstretch to lean down to pet one. Hopefully this time it'll work.

Unfortunately, it does not, and his hand is quick to snatch away from teeth, leaping out of harms way into a tree, and then off onto a building. He sighs, as if displeased] Ah, failed attempt four hundred and thirty nine.

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Clafoutis.

[He sighs lightly, bending down lightly to fix Ciel's tie with a firm elegant bow fix at his neck]

Clafoutis is after dinner, Ciel. Please choose something for dinner.

[Oh, hff. He'll remain perfectly still, letting Sebastian straighten things up. Give him a moment to think.]

... fish.

[His hand folds over his chest, the other lightly pressing at his chin lightly]

Fish. As you wish, Ciel. [He'll have to visit the lake again. Hopefully the "Mascot" is sleeping today.]

With cream sauce.

... where are you getting the fish?

Poached salmon with a light cream sauce. Perhaps Hollandaise, or a cured mustard.

[He looks up at Ciel] The lake.

The Hollandaise. [He'll study him for a moment, thoughtfully.]

... I have never been there.

As you wish. [He pulls on the edges of his gloves, glancing at Ciel lightly]

I would suggest you never venture there alone, Ciel, my dearest Earl. There is a particularly hostile squid within.

...

[Sebastian, do you practice being creepy?]

A squid?

[Practice makes perfect. And Sebastian is perfect in EVERY way]

A giant hostile squid. I can take you there if you want to show you.

[Show-off. But you know what, he's feeling adventurous today.]

That sounds like something worth seeing. Yes, show me.

[He's already picking Ciel up, leaning down a little towards his ear]

Is that an order, Ciel?

[He'll lean into Sebastian's shoulder with a low hum, linking an arm over his shoulders.]

Take me to the lake, Sebastian.

[Sebastian can get there fast enough, leaping off the window, it mysteriously closing behind him and locking, leaving the owl within unless it escapes elsewhere.]

Yes, my lord.

[It'll only take him two minutes]

[The owl twitters and dodges back, but Ciel can't hear it. Traveling this fast, everything seems cold and sharp, and he'll cling hard. Nnnngh. Only to lift his head as soon as they get there, watching the water and the ripples of the wind over it.]

Not so different from home. Grey.

[His crimson eyes are on those waters, waiting for any unnatural ripple, setting Ciel down only if he stops clinging so hard.

The world is always grey to him] Various aqua life is found in these waters. Fish isn't overwhelming in numbers, but there is enough to take either a few a day. [ It's usually one every now and then.]

[Shush, it takes him a minute. But he'll stay near Sebastian, chill wind whipping at his cheeks.]

... just how big is this squid?

[His hand slides up briefly on the other side to place against Ciel's cheek, feeling it for warmth]

I am not entirely sure, my lord. I have only seen its tentacles so far.

[He's fine. It's a bit chilly out, so his cheeks are a little pink, but otherwise he's the correct temperature.]

... it's been quite a while since I've have squid.

[His hand leaves immediately, turning a curious look down at Ciel. It's only a moment before he walks to the lake side]

It is far larger than myself.

[He'll settle down on a rock, chin in his hand, and make a motion with the other, a little smirk on his face. Go on~]

Edited 2010-04-07 06:21 (UTC)

[His brows narrow for a moment, turning back towards the lake. He's not sure what Ciel is expecting to see, but he slides off his jacket, rolls up his sleeves and steps into the water, eyeing the surface for fish]

[To stay alive, of course. But he does so like watching Sebastian fight things.]

Salmon don't stay in the shallows, Sebastian.

[A faint twitch of brow. He's aware of that. He wades more into the water, getting his clothes wet, gloves skimming along the water top]

So it's Salmon, and not just fish. I understand.

You suggested salmon, I recall.

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