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SCENARIO #1

[Milla is in a resident's house in Nia Khera, bending over the iron pot in the center of the room. It's sitting atop a flame and a nice aroma fills the dwelling.

Do you try the food?

>YES NO

~~don't try the food~~]

SCENARIO #2

[Hey, you. Yes, all of you. Whatever public place you're in -- a street, an inn, a store -- this lady's standing off to the side and observing the crowd. She's not exactly giving off shy vibes; she just looks casually from person to person as they pass, as if she's patiently searching for something. Or maybe she isn't.]

SCENARIO #3

[Here is a library, and here is Milla in the library. She's gathered a good number of books on a table and now peruses one of them. A glance at the spines reveals a variety of topics: history, psychology, human biology, child-rearing, cooking, linguistics, marital advice. Anything and everything human-based.]

SCENARIO #4

[Obligatory fight scene option?? monsters, assassins, etc or come at me bro]

SCENARIO #5

[MAKE SOMETHING UP I DON'T CARE]

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So this is where you went to.

[In the doorway ~~stands~~ floats Muzét, watching her not-quite-sister with a thoughtful expression and a chuckle. Why you're actually attempting to make food this way with the four back and actually being Maxwell now so you have no reason being in the human world, she has no idea, but somehow, it seems so very Milla.

It's also very Muzét to not say she was worried or concern and gloss over the fact she massacred most of this village once and that someone would equate it to "having the nerve" to come back here but she's really noninterested in such things.

She's about to say something else but something derails her. Quite suddenly, in fact it feels like an assault on her senses.]

Milla, dear... what is that... smell?

[Neither does Milla object to Muzét being in the village, or harbor the bloody past against her. That's not to say Milla's necessarily a forgiving spirit, or a bleeding heart as far as "family" is concerned, but she understands. That's all there is to that matter.

Even if it does require repetitively reassuring the people of Nia Khera on occasion.

But one of those people humbly lent Milla his kitchen for this endeavor, which is how we arrive at the present predicament. She might not need to cook (or even eat), but she's not above trying new things, and her friends have said often enough that cooking is always a good skill to have. So, in this afternoon of free time, she's busied herself as such -- although part of it might be an effort to just stay busy, period.]

Oh -- Muzét. [Milla straightens up with a mild smile, looking thoughtful herself.] I'm attempting a type of stew that one of the villagers recommended. It's supposed to be easy for beginners.

[Well, actually, his exact words were "I'm sure it will be no effort for you, Lord Maxwell!" which possibly suggests an overabundance of faith (or simple ignorance in assuming the Lord of Spirits is just good at everything), but still, the recipe he gave her seemed straightforward enough.]

I thought I'd try my hand at it while we have some time... but I think I might have used a little too much heat.

[Y'know because that black crusty stuff around the rim of the pot doesn't look right.]

One of the villagers should taste test it for you, but they would probably eat it all up no matter what it tasted like. [She chuckles again, picturing the worst, and gives a long shrug. They all do so love their Milla, their Maxwell. It's predictable, too predictable, really, enough that it's kind of boring.] Jude's on Elympios, isn't he? But he would say the same thing too.

[Sweet, innocent Jude.

Muzét swoops forward into the room, inspecting the pot.] Hmm. It certainly smells appealing, but... I've never have the need to eat before.

[It's a realistic probability, so Milla takes no offense at that; there's no guarantee this food will turn out well, and her people are always so eager to please her. Simple truths.

She can't help but smile at her elder sister, however.]

The first time I ate something, it was a strange sensation, indeed. It takes some time to adjust to the sensation [chewing and swallowing were so weird at first], but the taste can be worth the endeavor.

[And speaking of Jude--]

...Jude's cooking was actually the first food I tasted. He's very good at it; I can ask him to cook for all of us when he returns.

[It seems foolhardy to also endulge in eating, but... sometimes you find something good when you're not expecting it, from experience and also observation.] Hmm. Perhaps a little, then, when you've perfected it.

[She chuckles at the fact Jude's already good at food preperation; it's unsurprising.] Jude's a real catch, isn't he? He's such a giving person. [Not only is he a wonderful tetherer, but he makes good food too!] I'll take anything he has to offer.

[...Milla still hasn't forgotten about All of That, either -- but if she doesn't hold the deaths of the elders against Muzét, she won't do so with something so significantly smaller. ~~Maybe~~

She stirs the pot with the ladle a few times before letting it simmer again, just as the recipe called for.]

Indeed, he's very generous. [Generally speaking. She wouldn't know about his tendencies as a tetherer -- at least, if not for your bits of TMI.] He's not the type to turn others down, whatever the reason.

[She gives just enough of a harmless smile to suggest that she's not trying to harp (or name any names) or anything as she glances sidelong at Muzét.] But I hope no one takes advantage of his nature. Jude's no fool, but he has a particularly soft spot regarding his allies.

[who was always the first to forgive Alvin every time he came back huh]

[She wouldn't mind if you did, Milla dearest; she had her own vendetta at the time, and it didn't match with yours, whether hers was good or bad or no. It just was. It happened.]

It be unfortunate if someone were to take advantage of. But, I also hope he never loses that quality about him. That would be a bigger shame.

[Milla seems to consider that for a moment. Finally, she gives a small smile and a slight "hmm" of amusement.]

It's difficult to picture you saying something like that only a year ago. I take it you've grown fonder of humans yourself since then.

It does seem that way, doesn't it? [Muzét stop talking about yourself as if you're not here.] Besides, it would be wrong of me not to find out more about the creatures that fascinate my sister so. [If you want to give them a chance, so can she. Maybe. Kind of.]

And some of them are hard to put aside once you get to know them.

[Yeah it's just Jude and Gaius. Yeah.]

Agreed. I've found most humans to be that way, even if it's not always in a positive light. But they do--

[hey what is that sound

uhhh is the pot supposed to be BOILING OVER LIKE THAT SHE DOESN'T THINK SO

It's okay, though, it's just dripping off into the fire underneath... AND MAKING THE FLAMES BIGGER??

MILLA WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THAT CONCOCTION]

[She's on it in an instant, at least (sort of), quickly calling the arte to mind and--]

Splash!

[Soaking the fire and the deadly pot and... half the floor... and some of the walls...

What does she have to say for herself?]

...I never knew cooking could be hazardous. Jude and Ivar make it look so easy.

[Milla plz.]

My, my. I'm fairly certain that's not supposed to happen.

[You don't mind if Muzét helpfully watches this disaster unfold, do you? Physical labour. Even just lifting a finger to magically fix things. So much effort. Great Spirits shouldn't lower themselves to such things.]

I'm surprised Ivar has not materialised on the spot to object. Your former handmaid was rather overprotective.

[excuse u what do you think Milla is

All the same, sure, yeah, this must be some elderly sister thing, right? Teaching the younger sis to clean up her own messes. Or something.

But Milla does bend down to investigate the smoldering remains of the fire, poking at it with a spare piece of firewood to test it before she risks anything else.]

He was. But I imagine he would have insisted on refusing my desire to cook in the first place. He considered such mundane tasks beneath me.

[No arrogance in that statement, either. That's just how Ivar is. Or was.

And since it's Muzét, Milla will be open with her personal thoughts at the moment.]

I always admired his skill, but considered his attitude to be overbearing at times. It's odd to think that I miss that ridiculous behavior now. At least, I don't think ill of the memory.

[exactly what do you think you're doin' milla. oh well i guess you'd have some faults after being human for twenty years, you're still loveable so you're forgiven

Muzét gives a shrug and smiles slightly.]

I suppose we miss what we get used to. [She tilts her head.] Though that's always felt like more of a human trait to me... but even we spirits can form those same attachments.

If it is a human trait, I personally find it to be among the more admirable ones. [She dusts off her hands as she stands again.] They typically view people and things in the sense of being individual -- something I'd never done before. This contributes to their propensity for developing strong emotional attachments.

[She pauses, thinking over her own words just now, and then can't help a small smile at some inner joke.]

...In that regard, I suppose I can be called human.

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