[ See G'raha has been sneaking in and out of the ship at times that Zack is not around. The reason for that being that he had... A request from miss Tifa. The results of which are plain - his face has smears of frosting here and there. His hair and ears are dusted with flour at the ends.
Why is it so hard to bake a good cake? G'raha feels as though he is never going to get it quite right.
He is in the process of cleaning himself up when Aerith asks her question. Ears perk up as G'raha considers the answer to her question. ]
My nameday? 'Tis the seventeenth sun of the sixth umbral moon.
[ That doesn't mean anything to anyone, now does it? It's Dec 17th ]
[She begins to jot it down without really absorbing what he's saying before she stops, brow furrowed.]
That's...hm. [She finishes writing it down regardless, even if she can't parse when that will be.] You guys have a different calendar than we do. Didn't even think about that.
[Glancing back up at him, she takes in his state - frosting on his face and flour on his ears. She has to smile.]
[ His tail gently whips about behind him. He finds amusement in her discovery that calendars might not fully translate or align. G'raha wonders how this might be translated without his assistance.
As of this moment, there is only one that WOULD know. And it's not something he has to worry or fuss over for another several moons besides. ]
You did not think that I would make it easy for someone to plot against me in such a way, hmm?
[ He smiles, but also is finding a seat for a spell. Aerith's attention to his state has him sighing. Ears flattening somewhat against his skull. ]
Why is it so difficult to make something so simple? One moment I get the consistency right but the taste is off. Then on my next attempt, it seems to work in reverse.
I am hoping that this will take just enough. No need to attempt what I do not think possible.
[ In other words, he doesn't think he can be some master chef or baker. Though he can commiserate with Aerith in this area of struggling. G'raha can put together complex designs and plan out structures and a lot of other things! But cooking does not seem to come to him naturally. ]
Miss Tifa is, aye. I do not understand what it is I am doing wrong, even when I follow her instructions precisely.
[Everyone's so polite - should she start calling people mister and miss? No, that would come too out of left field for her. She prefers to be familiar. Sometimes overly familiar.
Aerith has to let out a gusty sigh in response, pondering the woes of her time in the kitchen.]
I'm right there with you. I'd love to get better at it, but really I've just never gotten the hang of it. But! It's your first time trying to bake, right?
[ That's just the way he is. After all, this is a man that calls his own adopted sister "Mistress Krile" in many a conversation about her. It is what it is and Tifa has already gotten on him about it. Habits, however, are so difficult to break. ]
Aye, 'tis just so. I wanted to prepare something for a particular date coming up.
[ Yeah he's trying to make Zack a cake for the guy's birthday. ]
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Why is it so hard to bake a good cake? G'raha feels as though he is never going to get it quite right.
He is in the process of cleaning himself up when Aerith asks her question. Ears perk up as G'raha considers the answer to her question. ]
My nameday? 'Tis the seventeenth sun of the sixth umbral moon.
[ That doesn't mean anything to anyone, now does it?
It's Dec 17th]no subject
That's...hm. [She finishes writing it down regardless, even if she can't parse when that will be.] You guys have a different calendar than we do. Didn't even think about that.
[Glancing back up at him, she takes in his state - frosting on his face and flour on his ears. She has to smile.]
You've been busy baking I see. How's it going?
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As of this moment, there is only one that WOULD know. And it's not something he has to worry or fuss over for another several moons besides. ]
You did not think that I would make it easy for someone to plot against me in such a way, hmm?
[ He smiles, but also is finding a seat for a spell. Aerith's attention to his state has him sighing. Ears flattening somewhat against his skull. ]
Why is it so difficult to make something so simple? One moment I get the consistency right but the taste is off. Then on my next attempt, it seems to work in reverse.
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Tell me about it. My mom tried to teach me some baking a while back, and it did not take.
[She also was covered in flour and such at the end of those fun little adventures.]
Baking can be so nitpicky. Miss an egg or two and it just doesn't wanna work out. Is Tifa helping you out?
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[ In other words, he doesn't think he can be some master chef or baker. Though he can commiserate with Aerith in this area of struggling. G'raha can put together complex designs and plan out structures and a lot of other things! But cooking does not seem to come to him naturally. ]
Miss Tifa is, aye. I do not understand what it is I am doing wrong, even when I follow her instructions precisely.
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Aerith has to let out a gusty sigh in response, pondering the woes of her time in the kitchen.]
I'm right there with you. I'd love to get better at it, but really I've just never gotten the hang of it. But! It's your first time trying to bake, right?
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Aye, 'tis just so. I wanted to prepare something for a particular date coming up.
[ Yeah he's trying to make Zack a cake for the guy's birthday. ]