[He does, and he can approve of this kind of bias.]
They certainly do, but we might not have enough for both at the same time. We'll just have to make more chocolate than we can handle. [He lifts a finger to his chin and ponders with a soft little sound. Then, after a minute...] We may need to enlist your father to help.
A valid point. [Really though, they'd have to fight him to keep him out of the batter right with them. They may not even get to the point where they can eat the finished product.] He might need to be the adult here and help us out. None of us can be trusted with these things.
[That would be nice. Good thing he works in a cafe.]
Exactly. You'll do as you well like and we both know it. All that power goes to your head while I have to fight tooth and nail for my helping. Woe is me for being born to a commoner! [Such drama!]
I'm a perfectly well-behaved young man. [Just a little, maybe dramatic, sniff. As the thought of putting chocolate on Undertaker's face passes his thoughts.] You've certainly the nails for it, even if I'm sure I've never seen you have to fight for anything.
[Shenanigans! He doesn't believe it and he'll gladly say so.]
I'm sure you are, milord. Perfectly well-behaved until you're faced with anything, especially treats. But we won't worry about us having to fight for anything. Worst case, I'll put you to sleep with the sugar content and make a batch of it for myself.
You don't think that will just keep me up and tormenting you even longer? [ahem] If such an upstanding citizen like myself were capable of such torment.
Oh no. I imagine you'll be tempted to continue the abuse, and I do know you're more than capable. But I've my weapons of sugar at my disposal to contend with as well. It'll be a battle to write stories about, I'm sure.
Oh? Even your teasing and banter has its limits? That's a sad thing to hear. We'll need to work on that, but for now, here. [He runs fingers over the keys one more time, in invitation.] What do you know of this?
Ciel lets his own fingers brush over the keys, depressing a couple and listening.] I know a bit but I always focused on violin. I can't play anything complicated.
[Work on it, yes. He nods, but focuses on the keys instead.]
That can be your speciality if you'd like it to be. Seeing as how this is all that we have here for now, I might pique your interest in it. We won't start with anything complicated, that's for sure. I'm not familiar with any of that myself, not to a certain extent, but I remember a few pieces. [He nods to the keys again.] Play something for me?
[Really, he can't help but think that he's much rather hear Undertaker play since this was supposed to be a gift.]
It's yours though. [It's a halfhearted objection though and he lets his fingers find the right keys before playing a little song, almost like a music box song. Simple but sweet.]
[He can accept that objection for what it is and appreciate it, though he would just as easily insist that the piano is as much Ciel's and Vincent's as it is his. He nods, closing his eyes to listen. Once Ciel is finished, he gestures for the boy to keep playing and sets his own hands on the keys on the far end.] Go on. One more time.
[Of course he hesitates, mostly because of his earlier objection but he watches Undertaker for a moment and sees those hands on the keys. And then he smiles and gives a little nod, starting from the beginning again.]
[He waits for Ciel to start again and starts in on a counterpoint to what the boy plays, something light and in the background that works around what's already there.] Hm. How's that?
You know about it, milord. It's called harmony. Sounds better when you have two different instruments in the mix normally, but point and counterpoint are a pleasure all their own.
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If we can't, I can find a recipe book in the library, but I had a few ideas on that too. [Here, have tea.]
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[He's curious. And accepts the tea with a smile and a soft 'thank you' before he sips at it.]
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[He gets himself a bit of tea and sits with Ciel to finish it.] The big question is, what do we try first?
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Cakes and chocolate milk sound good.
[Sweet things. Of course.]
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They certainly do, but we might not have enough for both at the same time. We'll just have to make more chocolate than we can handle. [He lifts a finger to his chin and ponders with a soft little sound. Then, after a minute...] We may need to enlist your father to help.
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Cake then? That way we can all enjoy it once it's ready. And still a bit warm. [Warm and the icing gets a little melty-
He grins.] Between father and I, you'll have to keep both our fingers out of the chocolate! I'm sure he'd like to though.
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A valid point. [Really though, they'd have to fight him to keep him out of the batter right with them. They may not even get to the point where they can eat the finished product.] He might need to be the adult here and help us out. None of us can be trusted with these things.
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They only have each other though! And so the cake batter may have to suffer a bit for it!]
We really can't be. Especially you and I, if past... situations are anything to go by.
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I still maintain that you started each and every one of those.
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I object. I'm still a gentleman! [He'll give that he's responsible for half. Maybe.]
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Exactly. You'll do as you well like and we both know it. All that power goes to your head while I have to fight tooth and nail for my helping. Woe is me for being born to a commoner! [Such drama!]
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I'm a perfectly well-behaved young man. [Just a little, maybe dramatic, sniff. As the thought of putting chocolate on Undertaker's face passes his thoughts.] You've certainly the nails for it, even if I'm sure I've never seen you have to fight for anything.
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I'm sure you are, milord. Perfectly well-behaved until you're faced with anything, especially treats. But we won't worry about us having to fight for anything. Worst case, I'll put you to sleep with the sugar content and make a batch of it for myself.
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You don't think that will just keep me up and tormenting you even longer? [ahem] If such an upstanding citizen like myself were capable of such torment.
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Oh no. I imagine you'll be tempted to continue the abuse, and I do know you're more than capable. But I've my weapons of sugar at my disposal to contend with as well. It'll be a battle to write stories about, I'm sure.
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I'm not sure I could keep that up, actually. I can only tease you for so long.
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Oh? Even your teasing and banter has its limits? That's a sad thing to hear. We'll need to work on that, but for now, here. [He runs fingers over the keys one more time, in invitation.] What do you know of this?
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Ciel lets his own fingers brush over the keys, depressing a couple and listening.] I know a bit but I always focused on violin. I can't play anything complicated.
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That can be your speciality if you'd like it to be. Seeing as how this is all that we have here for now, I might pique your interest in it. We won't start with anything complicated, that's for sure. I'm not familiar with any of that myself, not to a certain extent, but I remember a few pieces. [He nods to the keys again.] Play something for me?
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It's yours though. [It's a halfhearted objection though and he lets his fingers find the right keys before playing a little song, almost like a music box song. Simple but sweet.]
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That sounds much better than playing on my own.
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You know about it, milord. It's called harmony. Sounds better when you have two different instruments in the mix normally, but point and counterpoint are a pleasure all their own.
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