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[somakemelaugh]

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[sweetlies]

You still did something for me though when almost nobody else would have thought to offer. [And remembered that he liked chocolate best, made him a cake, helped him get his brand removed... Really, Undertaker had gone beyond anything he might have hoped for.]

I do appreciate it. The tea is good. And I'm trying not to finish off the chocolate so fast.

[somakemelaugh]

[Headtiiiiilt.] Would they not? Something tells me you haven't offered them the date of your own birth to give them a chance to help you celebrate it. You did say once that you prefer not to, though I can hardly blame you.

[He shakes his head and shrugs.] Ahh, it survived longer than I thought it would. There's a surprise.

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[Oh.

Well.

That shuts him up quick. Not for long but it is quick.] My birthday... isn't important.

[He knows Undertaker will disagree though.] It's good chocolate.

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[THAT. Gets a hearty giggle fit out of him.] There now, you see? How can those outside of our world hope to make merry with you on that day if they don't know about it? Yours is just as unimportant as mine is, so why don't we make light of that together?

[Really though, that's just an excuse to get the boy to lighten up a bit. Poor boy.] I'm glad you like it. Maybe next time I'll try my hand and make it myself.

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[Just a little huff.] ... Doctor Crusher knows.

[Only because of the paperwork they'd had to fill out at the hospital.] And we still kind of celebrated.

[It works. And he smiles again.] I wouldn't mind trying homemade chocolate.

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[Such a huffy boy.] That's good. She proves you wrong already. What a thrill that must be.

[And then, a thought. He lifts a finger to tap at his cheek, rustling a bit of his hair as he does.] Maybe we can try it soon. Do you think you'll be home soon, milord?

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[Huuuuuuuuufff.

He'll let himself be distracted from the birthday talk though.] I could be. I was just wandering for now, mostly.

[He brightens at the idea of helping though. It sounds fun.]

[somakemelaugh]

[He should get a balloon and try it on this huffy boy one day. How big can it get?]

No need to rush it. If you're busy, we can wait for another time. I have to see if we have the right ingredients anyway.

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[How mean!]

I'm not, I was just wandering really. [Shopping.] I can be home soon. And we haven't got what we need, we can just go and get what we're missing.

[somakemelaugh]

[He never claimed to be nice! Just different.]

Oh? Do we not? [Has Ciel been looking into this behind his back? How very curious!] I'll thank you for that, then, and get a few things ready here. Be prepared to end the day covered in cacao powder, milord.

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[He's trying to think over everything but he's not as good as Undertaker. He doesn't know what all it might take.]

I think we might be out of cacao powder, actually. Since we've had hot chocolate a few times. [Ciel's had it a few times.] Unless you've gotten more and I missed it?

[Trying not to laugh- trying not to- nope. He laughs.]

[somakemelaugh]

[HA. He wins. Come get him, boy.]

My lord, as if I would let us run out. As much as we go through sweets in a week, I know better. Come on home, then. I've a date with the stove and I'm sure you'd rather not miss it.

[sweetlies]

[He will!]

Oh! I'll be home soon then. [Well. Damn. He could have had cocoa or something earlier but he'll let the thought slide and return home before long.]

[somakemelaugh]

[There's the Earl he knows.] I'll be waiting.

[And waiting, he is. At the stove, as promised, already wrapped in apron. But rather than messing about with the chocolate he promised to make, he's tending tea, waiting for the boy to return home.]

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[He knows Ciel won't keep him waiting too long. If nothing else, he's a boy of his word usually. And he heads right to the kitchen as well, looking for Undertaker and, actually, half-expecting to smell chocolate already.]

You waited for me?

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[He can hope at least. But he's not left wanting for long at all. By the time Ciel gets to him, he's sitting at the table with a cup of tea ready in front of him, looking through a recipe book as best he can read it. He looks up when the boy approaches.]

I did. Would you like tea before we start?

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[He moves right up to Undertaker's side, peeking at the book and smiling a little still.]

Mm, that sounds like a good idea actually. That way we'll have something else to focus on instead of sampling the chocolate. [Except that probably won't stop him.]

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[He doesn't expect that to stop him at all from getting chocolate all over them, once it's done. The book is more or less forgotten as soon as Ciel mentions tea, and though it's not the parlor and the boy isn't his guest, he'll set that aside and get up to make him a cup.]

I expect you should anyway. I'll be doing enough of that myself. How else will we know if we get it right?

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[And he'll help the best he can, getting out the sugar and some biscuits for them to nibble on awhile. In another life, he might have been a good helper.]

Well... Sampling and sneaking tastes are different. [Which implies he'd be trying some anything.]

[somakemelaugh]

[That's his good little chef's assistant.]

I expect there should be a good bit of this. If you don't, well, what good are you? I'll not make this for myself.

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[He finds lately that he actually does enjoy helping.]

No? Even if the chocolate could be used for cookies later on?

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[Of course he does.]

Especially then. I'll insist we use it all for something or another.

[sweetlies]

[Maybe it's just because Undertaker keeps it fun.]

I'm sure we'll have no problems finding something that needs chocolate.

[somakemelaugh]

[Between them? Never.]

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.]

[sweetlies]

Oh? What kind of ideas?

[He's curious. And accepts the tea with a smile and a soft 'thank you' before he sips at it.]