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Tweak says, "Sweet dreams are made of this"

Kiernan Gallagher (grumpypants) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2007-12-31 14:44:00

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catalina, kiernan

Week One: Tuesday
Who: Kiernan and Catalina
Where: The Kitchens
When: Tuesday Evening

You'd think he would have learned his lesson by now. But then again the first thing many people described him as (after asshole) was stubborn. It had served him well over the years to stick to his goals, to not budge on them no matter what life threw his way. Without that particular trait... chances were he'd have done absolutely nothing with his life. Though at this moment in time he wondered if that hadn't been the better option. A good woman would still be alive if he hadn't pushed for the life that he'd created for himself. But then again Alana wouldn't be here and even Kiernan wasn't hard hearted enough to wish that to be different. Yes, he had a ridiculously large soft spot for his daughter. It was going to be hell when she got to be a teenager.

But to the point at hand, his stubborness had gotten him nothing but trouble currently. His stubbornnes regarding doing what was necessary to keep himself... if not alive, from becoming a raging asshole. More so than he already was. Yes, Keirnan had a problem accepting the fact that he needed blood on a regular basis to function. He seemed to think that mind over matter could somehow make it all work out. It was clearly not working.

Alana had been with the sitter too much lately. But there was something all too disturbing about taking the term one's flesh and blood all too literally. To put it simply... it creeped Kiernan out. The logical part of his brain said that if he just kept up with the whole thing, went down to the kitchens and used the blood that they provided that he wouldn't have this problem, but he really wasn't logical when it came to his current predicament. No, he was pretty much illogical about it all.

And if you wanted to tell him that... go right ahead. But let's just say that his reception of that gem wouldn't be to welcoming. He had a bit of a problem accepting well meaning advice.

So finally, when he couldn't stand it anymore, clad in the same pinstripe slacks he'd worn earlier and white button down with the sleeves rolled up, he had forced himself down into the kitchens and pulled a bag out of the refrigerator that kept the blood and was contemplating how much it royally sucked to have to do this when ordinarily a fantastic steak would be what would cure the kind of hunger he currently had. But no... instead it was some lukewarm bodily fluid that was meant to make it into his body.

While he was there he should pick up some cookies for Alana... something to start to make up for the fact that he hadn't been around much.

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bearyourteeth
2007-12-31 11:12 pm UTC (link)

Catalina had been just out of the room when Kiernan had entered, just steps away re-stocking the protein walk-in at the back of her spacious little lair. So when she emerged and found him staring rather distastefully at a bag of blood from it's designated refridgerator, she tried her best to make her presence known without spooking him. "Want me to spice that up a bit for you?" she offered casually, depositing a few odds and ends onto the kitchen island before her. She was clearly in the middle of whipping up something that smelled like cinnamon heaven, the sweet scent permeating the air. "Or, if you're one of the simplistic types, there's some in the warmer to your left. I hear its better than the chilled stuff," she cast a secondary glance in his direction, leaving the choice up to him. She was getting better and better at cooking with blood though, even she had to admit.

As usual, she was dressed casually...a slimly fitted pair of jeans that hugged a curvaceous backside and disappeared into the black leather boots zipped closed up to her knees, a small streak of flower smeared across the hem of the sleeveless red top she wore, her dark hair pinned up and out of the way as she cooked.

The source of that amazing scent revealed itself as she turned, retrieving a tray from the oven that bore what looked like a dozen or so little puff pastries, each one emitting that heavenly aroma of warm cinnamon. She scooped them onto a cooling plate as she awaited Kiernan's answer about the manner in which he intended to ingest the bag of blood he still seemed to be handling with such displeasure. Hopefully she could continue working on recipes to make that stuff a bit more tolerable - there seemed to be several vamps not all together ok with drinking the stuff to survive.

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grumpypants
2008-01-02 09:39 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't expected anyone to be in there. But that had been just a bit naive of him considering the room did have a fresh baked smell to it. A scent that given any other time in his life would have perked him right up. He'd had a weakness for baked goods. One of the few sentimental memories he had of his mother was her actually baking things. Not that she'd done it often, really just at Christmas time but damn if it hadn't smelled good.

Right now however all it really did was remind him of the fact that he wasn't really going to be enjoying any tasty baked treats. Damn he really need to get some blood in him so he stopped being such a cranky bitch.

He turned his head as a woman's voice broke up his silent conversation with himself. It didn't spook him per se, but then again he was pretty hard to spook. "Spice it up? Plan on tossing in some cayenne pepper or something?" he asked, brow arching up in a practiced gesture. Yes, it spent a great deal of time arched up like that. Kiernan remembered people talking of mixing blood in with other foods like peanut butter... just seemed like ruining peanut butter to him.

But a lot of things floated other people's boats and not his.

Kiernan instead opted to head for the warmer that she had pointed out. Showed just how little he was down here taking in what was offered. "I don't know that I'm a simplistic type or not. Just the get it over with type." He did have a problem with it and he really did need to get over it.

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bearyourteeth
2008-01-03 03:02 am UTC (link)

As he spoke, Cat pulled a large covered bowl from the fridge and removed the plastic cinched around the rim. The dough inside carried the same sweet smell as what she'd just pulled from the oven, with one noticeable difference: it also smelled a lot like blood. And the dough itself had a noticeable crimson tint to it. She was quite the little experimenter.

"Cayenne pepper, sure if that's what you're into," she glanced his direction, twisting sections of the dough into little shapes with a practiced ease, laying them out in little rows on the tray. "I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve and cayenne is the bottom of the totem pole."

She watched as he moved towards the warmer, filling up her tray with this second batch of tasty little treats. Sprinkling them with a layer of cinnamon, she opened the oven and slid them inside.

"I take it you aren't one of the ones that enjoys the whole vamp bit?" Cat paused long enough to wipe her hands on a dishtowel, tossing it onto the island as she moved around to where he stood. "If it's really not something you particularly enjoy, the whole blood drinking thing, there are a few ways to work around it. The taste mainly. Some of the others around here tend to like it baked in to other things or there are simpler ways of incorporating blood into drinks....a real bloody mary, for example...or adding things to the bag itself to alter it. Your decision." She shrugged lightly, the offer extended.

Besides, what would Leecee say if she was anything less than completely helpful to the rather striking specimen standing before her?

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grumpypants
2008-01-04 07:05 am UTC (link)

Keirnan was a bit of a stubborn ass. Okay a lot of a stubborn ass. And that was probably what was keeping him from thinking that adding blood to normal food was something he'd like to try. Just seemed... wrong on some level. Though if he thought about it, it would have it's perks. Easier to share a snack with Alana when he was eating something he actually needed at the same time.

Yep, he really needed to get over his issues when it came to the whole blood thing.

"Not really, I'll be honest I was never much of a cook even when I needed to. My daughter tells me that repeatedly. I've mastered Mac and Cheese and that's about it. So really Cayenne pepper was just the only thing I could think of." And honesty points for Kiernan... or something like that.

He watched as she worked with the dough, she sure as hell knew what she was doing. Not that that was surprising considering where she was working. He didn't respond right away to the question, took him a moment to pull his attention back up, ears waiting for the ding to let him know that the blood was warmed.

"You could put it that way..." he answered somewhat vaguely. No, he didn't like the idea of being a vampire, fucking hated it if he was being honest. But that wasn't all that hard to tell. He didn't exactly hide his contempt. The warmer dinged but Kiernan didn't move to retrieve his bag of blood. Instead he just looked at her for a moment before a smile (holy crap) creased at his features.

"A real bloody mary does have promise."

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bearyourteeth
2008-01-04 03:38 pm UTC (link)

Ah, the mac and cheese. "I'm guessing that either you're the one that requested it be added to the normal menu, then?" It was a request she'd taken quite seriously, of course. Mac and cheese was nothing to fool around with. Especially not the homemade kind that was now served almost daily...three different kinds of cheeses and all baked together. Yummy. She hope his daughter was enjoying it as much as everyone else was.

"Well, if she ever gets tired of mac and cheese, I could easily show you a few things to whip up. Not that I mind cooking anything particularly special, but I'm sure it would be a way to wow her....especially if you haven't been that great of a cook in the past," the dough twists took up residence in the oven before she turned back to face him, "It's really not as difficult as everyone thinks. You could even bring her along. Kids love cooking...getting their hands messy, that kind of thing."

The smile was a handsome one, obviously, though he looked hesitant about it for a moment...as if he was out of practice in that particular area. Cat smiled in return at the very idea - a bloody mary had never been a more appropriate drink name. "They're quite good, actually and you can barely tell there's blood in them when made correctly. You might enjoy them."

A moment later, as if realizing she'd yet to do so, Cat stepped around the island, making sure to wipe the extra flour from her hands on a dish towel before offering him one in greeting, "Catalina, by the way."

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grumpypants
2008-01-05 08:56 pm UTC (link)

That would be him. Hopefully he hadn't gained mac and cheese guy as any kind of nickame around the school. He didn't exactly want to have a 'thing' in the school, probably because he didn't really want to be at the school but that wasn't really an option. Kiernan gave a small nod of his head. "That would be me. Well rather my daughter. She's particularly fond of it. And hot dogs. It's kind of..." he paused leaving off the world disgusting because when he thought about what he was about to consume, hot dogs were a damn delicacy. "She's five, so it makes sense. She's glad it's been around more."

Kiernan had moved to rest his hip against the counter top as the heater did it's magic on the blood bag that he needed to drink lest he always be an especially large jerk. "Pretty sure she'd be just as happy with whatever is in the cafeteria rather than whatever mess I tried." he paused for a moment, head canting to the side slightly as if he was debating whether it was an idea that he could accept or not. He consistently managed to be over protective of his daughter, even he could admit it even if he didn't plan on changing that anytime soon. "She'd probably like that. I know she liked to cook with her mother, even if it was just cookies." Kiernan replied.

With the ding of the warmer already having gone off moments before. Kiernan finally moved forward for the bag. He hated to consume it in front of anyone else but... now was not the time to mince feelings on that. Though the least he could do about it was put it in a cup, more than he normally did. As he poured the crimson liquid he glanced over at her. "Might have to give that a try one evening," after Alana was asleep, he refused to drink around her. Not that he drank all that often though if he was being honest he drank more now than he ever had before.

He hadn't gone for the drink yet, thankfully, when she came around the counter and wiped any excess flour from her hands. Kiernan pushed away from the cabinetry and extended his hand. So much cooler than hers when he clasped it in a solid shake. "Kiernan. Nice to meet you." He remembered his manners, way to go Kiernan!

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bearyourteeth
2008-01-06 02:15 am UTC (link)

"I thought as much. Not that I haven't been inundated with mac and cheese requests or anything, but your particular mention rang a bell." It was easy to remember such basic requests...a hot dog and mac and cheese - nearly anyone could remember when that had been an ideal lunch. "Five? A fun age. Well, if she's ever craving either and they aren't out there, just come on in here. I'll make sure she's taken care of." Couldn't have her going without, now could they? Not when he got that little spark in his eye talking about her.

"Well if she ever feels up to it, cookies are definitely doable.....or cupcakes. Both seem to be kid-friendly favorites." Relatively easy to make, but with optimal mess potential, the perfect things to whip up with a little helper in the kitchen. Cat could understand his hesitancy, though - they had just met after all. So the offer could be a standing one, for use in the future if he felt so inclined then.

Cat seemed completely unaffected by the sight of him tending to the blood bag. She'd been around it long enough that it no longer phased her. In fact, when he'd emptied it into the cup, she tossed the bag into the trash before he had the chance. It was no big deal for her, though she knew it wasn't that way for everyone. "I'd recommend giving it a try...I mean, I don't exactly see the fact that you need it to survive changing in future. Might as well make the best of it." That was Cat for you, laying it all out there sans filter. Sometimes she was a bit too blunt for a person's comfort level. Not that it was meant to be offensive, of course.

They shook hands in greeting, exchanged names and all that, "Nice to meet you, too. Now I can put a face with the hot dog requests." She was kidding, an amused little smile on her lips as their hands dropped. Behind her, the oven's timer dinged and she moved to grab a hot pad, retrieving the puff pastries from the oven. She lifted a shaker of cinnamon, dusting a fine layer over the freshly baked goods before sliding them off onto another tray to cool. "Would you like to try one?" she motioned towards the twists as she slid the hot tray into the sink. "I know you aren't into the whole blood in food thing, but maybe they'll be good enough to change that." Cat chuckled, flipping off the oven so that it could cool down.

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grumpypants
2008-01-11 06:35 am UTC (link)

"You might be her new hero, just a warning." Kiernan had to reply and yes, contrary to popular belief he did manage to have a sense of humor every once in a while. But only every once in a while so nobody better get their hopes up. "It's a..." Kiernan's head cocked to the side for a moment. "Fun is probably one way to put it." He said with a short laugh, well almost a laugh. It was a rambunctious age followed promptly by meltdowns but it was fun for the most part, he had to agree with her on that. "Thanks, will remember that." And having her favorite foods on the ready was always a good way to avoid those meltdowns.

Well damn, apparently the way to get him out of one of his more pissy moods was to bring up the kid. Though it wasn't a 100% effective because nothing seemed to be that way with Kiernan. Would be too easy. "Might have to take you up on that one afternoon." Kiernan replied as he finally managed to take the first sip of what he'd poured for himself. Hated the shit. Well what he hated more was that he knew he preferred it when it was fresh and that was just a fucked up thought if he'd ever had one. "Afternoon's are the hardest to fill since outside is typically offlimits. That a bad time for you?"

Blunt typically wasn't something that bothered Kiernan, he'd been known to be a little too coarse as well. Him? Never. But he was also told he was a hypocrite in more ways than one, not that he'd ever denied it. And that usually sprung up when he didn't exactly like hearing the things he'd say to others said to him. "True enough," was all he simply said. It was the truth, even though he thought the 'best' might not ever be anything he actually liked.

"And I can put a face behind the mac and cheese." Oh was that Kiernan returning playful banter? Damn. Those sips of blood he was having must have been miracle workers. Or maybe he was relaxing for the first time in days. The ding caught his attention as well and he found his attention pulled to whatever it was that she was pulling out of the oven. He eyed the food skeptically as she offered one. "These actually count?" he had a hard time believing that he could actually get anything he needed out of a piece of food that was more... human food than just blood. That said though, he would try one after they cooled.

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bearyourteeth
2008-01-11 06:00 pm UTC (link)

"A hero, huh? I'll have to start designing my costume, then. I'd hate to disappoint." The longer they talked about his daughter, the more Kiernan seemed to lighten up. It wasn't as if he was cracking jokes outright, mind you, but he seemed to loosening up just slightly as they stood there discussing Alana. She laughed lightly, "Five is an...energetic age, I would imagine?" She'd always heard that kids tended to be endless little balls of energy around his daughter's age.

"Afternoon's are fine with me," Cat assured him, "they tend to be rather slow, actually. I'd have more than enough time to make a mess or two with her, just let me know if she's up to it." Before long Kiernan was going to have such a list of baby-sitters, he'd be able to have his pick from them when it came down to needing to use one. Something about the way he talked about Alana assured Cat that she wouldn't mind being on that list.

"I'm probably about to totally over-step my bounds, but I'm going to say it anything," she smiled warmly in spite of the blunt words that followed, "I get the whole not liking what you are bit, obviously not to the level that you have it, but it's not together an unknown emotion to most of us. The thing is, if you're so hung up on how much you hate it, you're going to end up hating yourself...and your daughter is going to pick up on that. No use mourning what can't be changed. I mean, hey, at least you don't have to go furry once a month." She attempted a little light-heartedness there towards the end, trying to ease anything that might have come off too blunt.

The pastries were finished, sprinkled with cinnamon and set aside to cool off. "Do they count? They definitely won't take the place of the bags, but I've heard they help curb the hunger. So you're welcome to one, if you'd like." If not, she'd understand of course.

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grumpypants
2008-01-11 08:37 pm UTC (link)

"Go with pink, or purple, one of those colors that I see way too much of now." And damn if he did, he wasn't quite sure where Alana got it from, Vivian certainly hadn't been all about wearing those colors. Probably was just a little girl thing, or at least his little girl thing. There were probably worse things in the world. He had the teen years to look forward to for those worse things. And yes, he was dreading that with every fiber of his being. Five and all the energy involved seemed way better right about now. "That would about sum it up. Though from what I understand I should be glad that she's only human." The little demon boy Aidan had more energy than Alana could probably truly comprehend.

The babysitting list was necessary. He had the money still to pay for ones he had been using but without working like he had been, it wouldn't last forever. Though expanding that list was hard for him, untrustworthy as he tended to be. "I'll tell Alana. You may see us one day after classes one of these days." One of those days where Alana just wouldn't stop asking about playing outside. He always needed a good distraction on those days.

Kiernan didn't sip the blood exactly but got it all down in a few gulps. Wanted it over and done with. He did listen as Cat spoke though, even if he didn't necessarily like it. And with it some of the ease that had worked through his body through the course of their conversation began to disappear. "I know it's common and I know it's effect." He also knew that he was letting them win by the fact that he hated so much about it, was why he'd been turned in the first place. "So you're a were then I take it? And not born that way?" Yes, it always good to change the topic when you don't really want to talk about something.

Kiernan nodded his head. Exactly what he meant by did it count only not asked as... eloquently as it could have been. He didn't say anything instead just pushed away from the counter and walked over to where the pastries were cooling. He reached for one, perhaps still a bit too warm but he was going for it now and that was just the way it was going to be. He sampled it and well... "They're good." Color him surprised.

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bearyourteeth
2008-01-12 12:28 am UTC (link)

Cat couldn't help but chuckle at the slight grimace on his face when those lovely pastel colors came up in the discussion, "Sounds like you're not quite a fan." She grinned, bustling around to clean up her little mess as they talked - had to keep her kitchen clean, after all. "Sounds as if you've met Aidan, the little energizer demon." The little boy was adorable, but his energy seemed endless. Roz deserved more credit then she got for managing to keep up with him.

She could understand his hesitancy is expanding his trusted list of babysitters too quickly. Surely he didn't want to go around just leaving his daughter with anyone and hoping for the best. "Whenever works for you and Alana, just let me know. I bet between she and I, we can convince you to get your hands dirty," she gave him a playful wink.

Kiernan gulped down the blood and she gave him relative privacy to do so, straightening up behind the little island she used for preparation. When he was through, she reached over to snag his empty glass, tucking it into the industrial dish washer with the other things waiting to be cleaned. "I'm a were, yeah," she nodded, turning her full attention back to their conversation, one shapely hip resting against the island between them, "Werejaguar, but I'm one of the few born ones. I've been this way for my whole life, but I've hated it more than once." Being born this way hadn't made things any easier for her.

She watched as he stepped over, snagging one of the little twists from the cooling plate and took a bite. His surprise was evident and Cat laughed, reaching for one of the normal pastries and biting into it, "You seem surprised. I'll have to boast about my skills more often."

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grumpypants
2008-01-13 06:40 am UTC (link)

"Not in mass quantity." Kiernan qualified. Well not really in any quantity but he could put up with it in small amounts especially when it was his daughter, but it was the head to toe pink ensembles that she insisted on wearing. But hell, whatever floated her boat. He'd let her wear mis-matched socks and her shirt on backwards if it kept her from crying. Yes, he was very much screwed when she became a teenager. "That I have. You have as well? Tried to set up a chance for Alana to play with him but he's still in the... disliking girls stage." Not that it stopped Alana from trying and ignoring the ewww cooties comments.

He was a royal pain in the ass when it came to finding people he trusted around his daughter. Sam had felt the need to send a damn resume after he was a pain in the ass about it. But it was in his nature to begin with, couple it with the danger that he knew was at the school still and he was even more of a stickler about making sure Alana was as safe as could be. "I'll let you know and good luck with that." He'd put up a fight, but he usually lost when Alana was involved.

It felt... almost odd for someone to be picking up after his things, even something as simple as putting his glass into a dish washer. Gave it a... domestic feel that he hadn't had in a long time now. Shaking off the sense of... weirdness (for lack of a better word) that it left with him, Kiernan straightened up his shoulders. He didn't doubt that being born different than the majority of the world was any easier than having it thrust upon you later in life. Just harder in different ways. Where he had never been curious before, he asked questions now. Made him wonder what life would be like for his daughter in this world now. "Did you go to schools? Alongside non-" he paused for a moment as if searching for the best word, "non-supernaturals?"

Kiernan finished off the bit of pastry that he'd snagged for sample, expecting it to just be... all sorts of wrong. He had been surprised and couldn't keep that expression off his face. "Sorry. Sure you're cooking is more than fine. Just... had my doubts about anything involving a bodily fluid."

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bearyourteeth
2008-01-16 01:36 am UTC (link)

((OOC: I never got an e-mail about this, sorry!))

"Pink in mass quantity tends not to be a guy thing, so I think you're alright on that one." After all, thre would probably be cause to worry if he was all about it and oh so happy to rock some pink ensemble. "I have, yes. Talk about a ball of energy!" she chuckled, cleaning up a few last odds and ends laying about from the pastries she'd so recently whipped up. There was a load of dishes to be done before she left, but there was definitely no rush for those.

He could let her know, of course - it wasn't as if she was difficult to find or anything. Just check the kitchens...especially if there was some random yummy smell coming from them. And something told her that there was no way he wouldn't get his hands dirty if Alana was there asking; he didn't seem the type capable of denying his little girl much...if anything.

Cat nodded, wiping down the island counter top as he turned the line of questioning just slightly. "I don't know...if there were supernaturals where I went, they never revealed themselves to me. Me being different wasn't something that was talked about much - it wasn't considered safe with the changing environment in Brazil. Werejaguars may have been common, but the packs were moving away from one another in attempts to lead more normal lives." She set the rag aside, wiping her palms on a dishtowel, "My family had always been well off...my father was the head of one of the most influential packs in our community and eventually the wrong person found out. I got a call where I was living that my family's house had burned down with both of my parents inside. My brother has been missing in action since the fire, though there isn't any indication that he was in the house as the time." She managed to tell the story much better than she used to....there was no breaking down, no hysterics or bouts of sudden anger, "Being born this way does not always make it easier. It is what you do with this...condition that matters. After all, in many ways you can now protect Alana better than you could before." He wasn't exactly easy to get rid of anymore, after all. Being a vampire may not have been his idea of a good time, but it had its upside just like anything else.

The look on his face as he'd moved forward to try one really had been just too good. She would have given anything for a camera. "Understandable, truly. Now you know to trust me in the future....at least with culinary matters."

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grumpypants
2008-01-21 05:23 am UTC (link)

Kiernan didn't necessarily subscribe to all the typically male stereotypes, but he had a few. He didn't like pink, he could enjoy a good game of football and he was emotionally distant. Okay so maybe he was typically male. He wasn't a chauvinist for whatever that was worth. "Hope he hasn't destroyed your kitchen," Kiernan commented as he looked around the place was neat and orderly which was probably a big sign for a kid to just come in and mess up for the fun of it. "And as I say that I have to hope that Alana doesn't do the same." Wouldn't that be the frosting on his hypocritical cake.

He was a lot easier to read anymore than he cared to be. Once upon a time not so long ago it had been his job to fool people into thinking he was one way or another. But now, just about anyone could pick up on the fact that his daughter had him wrapped around her little finger and that he was less than thrilled with his current state as a bloodsucker. He really needed to step up his game.

Though he might not look it, he did have the ability to be an incredibly good listener. Had been part of the job as well. Just now he seemed to eager to dismiss words than listen to them, or at least that's what those that knew him tended to think. He did though listen what Cat said, a small frown puckering his brow as she spoke of the destruction of her family. Couldn't be easy for anyone to go through. He had been young when he'd lost his own parents and perhaps already a bit callous so he rarely used his own reactions as a compass, but he worried everyday what it would be like for Alana to be without her mother. His hand stilled on the counter top, offering comfort was not something he excelled in but he did have the urge... every now and again. "I know that sorry is an overused word and means little when one didn't have anything to do with a situation... but that said, I'm sorry you lost your parents." Quite a mouthful for the guy who rarely talked.

Kiernan's hand lifted up, and raked through his hair. "I know." and he did know that he needed to make the best of the damn situation, it was just never an easy thing to stomach for him when he thought back on how it all came to be. "It's just... I'm not exactly looking forward to having to lose her someday. Not the natural order of things." And that was a rare moment of honesty out of him.

Despite all of his misgivings and likely ridiculous expression as he moved forward to actually try the treat... he had actually enjoyed it. There was no lying about that fact, enjoyed it enough that the whole situation brought a quirked smile to his face. "I will have to remember to trust your culinary opinions from now on." Lesson learned. He glanced up at the clock that was in the room, he didn't like to leave Alana for too long if he could avoid it. "I should be heading back up but..." he didn't try any of the 'it was nice to meet you' type phrases as they weren't his style in the slightest. "I'll bring Alana back down soon." That was a stamp of approval though when it came to Kiernan.

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bearyourteeth
2008-01-21 06:31 pm UTC (link)

"His attempts were thwarted with the promise of cookies," Cat joked with a smile, turning to pull a plate down from the cabinets behind her. On it, she placed a few of the regular puff pastries, wrapping them a moment later in saran wrap to keep them from leaving little trails of their cinnamon sugary goodness all over whoever carried them. "Here," she turned and offered them over to Kiernan, "for the little one." There was no shame in adoring your child, in fawning over them. It was quite an attractive quality really. And though Cat had yet to meet Alana she had a feeling that if she could affect her father the way she had, she deserved every ounce of his attention.

"I think this kitchen can survive just about anything if it's still standing when I'm through everyday." She wasn't exactly the neatest chef either and at times the place could look like some sort of culinary bomb had gone off. As much as she hated cleaning, it was a necessary evil. Cat wasn't the type to leave it for her sous chefs or bussing crew to clean up. She was getting bit better about her messes, but she'd never be a neat chef. It wasn't in her blood.

Cat wasn't exactly an open book when it came to her family, but she felt that with Kiernan it was an important moment to share, to be open about such things. They all lost people important to them and those moments shaped the rest of their lives - supernatural or not. Everyone suffered in their own way and getting too lost in that could often mean losing yourself. She hadn't expected his sympathy, it hadn't been what she was after, but she felt that it was genuine nonetheless. "Thank you," she offered up a light smile of gratitude.

"Obviously I don't have a child, so I can't know how you feel about things, but I can imagine that that kind of thing isn't easy to consider. Which is why you should focus even more on enjoying the time you have with her, especially now when she's young and still thinks your the best thing on the planet. As soon as she turns into a teen, that's all over," she teased with a light wink.

Cat took a moment to wrap up just two of the other version of the puff pastry, a pair of them back to back in saran wrap. She handed it to him without need to tell him that they were his. "Bring Alana down whenever you'd like," she was genuine in that offer, "I'll teach her how to make pink cupcakes - plenty of opportunity to get messy. She'll love it."

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