Emmett Frye (fryebaby) wrote in angellogs, @ 2020-03-23 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | desmond miles, emmett frye, yvette moore |
Who: Yvette Moore, Desmond Miles, Emmett Frye
When: Back on St. Patrick's day
Where: Yvette's partially finished house
What: Yvette gets Desmond off work, and makes dinner.
Rating/Warnings:
Status: Complete
Desmond’s relieved to be getting out of the pub, honestly. When he left, there was definitely a stench starting to emanate from the carpeted areas, and the fight out back was going super strong. Apparently Shay had been going for two hours at that point, or something.
Anyway. It’s not his problem NOW, so he’s pushing those thoughts away as he heads back.
“Hey.” he calls, “You’re amazing, by the way.”
"I'm kind of worried about the werewolf thing," Yvette admitted, letting him in. It's very rough in the house, but she's got her apartment to the point where it's got temporary salvaged cabinets and a stove, and a working shower. "Clothes are in the bathroom. Emmett's discussing dinner ideas, but we put a pan of scones in."
Because seriously, scones and tea would work for a lot while you discuss things.
“Well, if it was anybody but Shay, I’d be way more concerned,” Desmond admits. “...Well, besides Evie, I guess. I keep forgetting she’s in on that too. She’s so...sane.” He shrugs a little. “And that sounds perfect for now. I swear, I reek right now. Remind me why my sixteen year old self decided that the best under the table job option was bartending? ...Actually I’m not sure I ever had a GREAT reason.”
Well, being able to survive, sure, but…
"You're home now. And the big drinking holidays seem to be awful every year. I wonder if you couldn't look at other work, or kind of do what I did for getting backup? At least so you're not there all night." Yvette heads for the little elevator to go up to her floor. "Any opinions on dinner?"
“I usually like it.” Desmond says. “But there are times.” And he has to laugh a little. “I’m not sure what else I’d do, but...it wouldn’t hurt, checking things out. They’d probably train me.” NOT that he thinks most food industry places, at least the ones that rely on quick service, are going to be all that happy about him turning up . He’s using a prosthetic more often, but it’s not like he’s all that quick with it. Still.
“Dinner…” He considers. “Food?”
"Definitely food. I was thinking asking Clint if you could help out with the kids, or maybe something with Shaun's college? If it interests you." Yvette steps out onto her floor. "I'm back, Emmett. Desmond's going to clean up. How's the scones?"
“Still have a few minutes in,” Emmett gives her a bit of a wave. “Hey Desmond!” he calls, as Desmond’s heading past. “You survived.” Which works out in the long run, really, that he’s back. Personally, there are times Emmett DOES appreciate the fact that most of the assassins are paranoid at him.
Scout’s hanging out by his feet, but she’s definitely relaxed and off work by the looks of her.
"A good thing." Yvette heads over to have a seat with Emmett. "Desmond says he has no opinions. Would meatballs in curry with rice be good? We could set it up to simmer, have scones and jam and then food."
“That sounds fine to me.” Emmett had no real preferences in this either. “I can get things going. That one’s not especially difficult. Sounds like it was a day, to be honest. I was going to drop by, but...tutorials.” He’ll be bloody relieved when exams are over.
"Then let's work on that. Want to put some music on?" She fishes around in the fridge. "I can talk about nothing serious, if you want distraction."
“Sounds like a plan.” Emmett heads around to pop something on. “So, this is all seriously shaping up brilliantly.”
"Considering that we're working with a partially not together house? I've done cooking in rough situations back in Lorena, and this sort of - long day, time to hunker down and relax thing - that was stuff at home." Yvette fishes out the ingredients. "I'm enjoying this a lot."
“It seems like.” Emmett nods. “And, yeah, I get what you mean with that long day thing. Less of that here, but at home, there were times. Gang stuff, Assassin things, “ He grins a little. “Definitely a lot of relaxing. And a lot of egg and chips.”
"I fear that potatoes and eggs tended to be pricey, so you'll not see much of me doing that." Yvette's washing the rice and setting that to steam. "Want to learn how to make this?"
“Cholesterol issues anyway. We didn’t really KNOW anything about that at home, but now that we do.” Emmett moves around to wash his hands. “Show me what I’ve got to do.”
"So, theory is that we make a meatball mixture, and then simmer it in the sauce. You can do this with a lot less meat. Usually you'd use something like grated squash, or - a fresh cheese, or potatoes. Beans." Yvette's opening up a can. "Typically your sauce is creamy, either with coconut milk or yogurt or cream. Want to taste the sauce for when we hit a nice spice level on it?"
“Nice.” Emmett nods thoughtfully. “Good way to stretch it. Like with meatLOAF.” Which is one of those things he learned about from Steve, actually, when they’d talked. “And sure, what is it we’re aiming for as levels go?”
"Hm - as far as I know, Desmond's pretty easy going, so let's see what we like, since I don't know what you like." Yvette puts some tomato puree and coconut milk in the pan. "Garlic and ginger, and I'd guess a spoon of this curry powder? And then we can taste it?"
Emmett nods a little. “I’m not bad with spiced stuff in general. About the hot level at Nando’s, usually, when we used to head out after a match.” He misses that. And other parts of playing rugby in general, but it’s not as if there’s not other options after this year gets figured out. It’s one season off, not the end of anyone’s world or anything. And James is still in the picture, though he’s similarly stressed out by academic junk. Apparently he’s supposed to be becoming a doctor, so he’s similarly retreated from most of the world. He’s still playing, which is better than Emmett but still.
He grabs the spices and starts measuring.
“Actually, I don’t think they HAVE Nando’s other places, so I probably sound really England specific ...They have a spice level for their chicken sauces. It’s a whole thing. ...I guess maybe UK specific more than England. I’d have to look it up.”
Yvette's mixing up the meat. "So this is some bread crumbs, meat, salt and pepper. We can add the same stuff we're putting in the sauce. And fry a bit to taste how it's coming for salt before we cook them." She leans to taste the sauce. "I'd say some lime at the end. How does it taste to you?"
Emmett grabs a spoon and considers. “I think that it works as is. Honestly, maybe a little more in the way of salt if anything.”
"Time to pull the scones? And I'll fry the test meat patty and get the meatballs in simmering." Yvette starts the kettle heating.
“Just about.” Emmett says. “They’ve got about a minute. I think I can get them now.” He grabs a mit and slips it on.
“So, beyond the house, how has it been lately?”
"Not too badly. Work's been a lot of serious stuff, but that's the nature of the beast. I kind of want to get this place at least to being inside work before the weather gets too hot outside. But that's house stuff." Yvette sets a bit of meat to fry and scrubs her hands before setting up tea. "I fear there's not a lot of options for where to sit. Where'd be the best with Scout?"
“She ought to be fine anywhere.” Emmett says. “If there’s not a table to slip under, she’ll grab somewhere by my feet to hang out.” He’s grabbing out the scones, and considering.
“Oh those look nice. Good.”
"They do look lovely." Yvette slides out the bit of meat and offers him a fork. "Shall we test the salt on this? I'm thinking living room. The sunset's pretty. Or we could go out in the garden while dinner simmers. I'd just need to tell Desmond where we are."
“I’m fine with that. Or heading out too.” Desmond’s appeared, and he looks, well, a LOT less gross. His hair’s a little damp, and he’s smiling. “Wow, I feel like ten times better.”
"You look like you feel better as well. Care to taste this? We're doing curry and rice, and there's scones to eat while dinner's simmering." Yvette's trying her own bit of the meat, and looking thoughtful about it.
“A lot.” Desmond nods. “I think next year. I need to do what you did for me today. Get some temporary hands in to handle some of the shift.”
Though he does think Thea had it in hand when he left. She was reading someone the riot act. Admittedly, it wasn’t someone from Fight Club, but…”
“And perfect on the scones. If there’s one thing I agree with Haytham about, it’s scones.”
“Universal.” Emmett says. “Well, not literally, but I think if you like bread, you’d have to like scones. Dare I ask about the fights?”
“I didn’t.” Desmond laughs a little/ “Better to just let some things take their course.” Jacob’s plans being one of them. “There’s times I wonder, Em, looking at your dad, how you’re so calm. You’re both INTENSE about other things, but your senses of composure? Totally different.”
"I'm not the one to ask about that kind of thing. I take it that his dad was fine?" Yvette opens up the door to check the temperature. "Hm. I think the dew will be heavy. Might be better to stay in. Thank you both for coming over? I can join in on the scones as soon as these are rolled, unless you'd like to help with that?"
“He’s more than fine” Desmond nods. “And this is nice. Something MUCH better to do.”
“Mmm.” Emmett nods at him. “I wanted to go but I’ve got arrangements in the morning before school. Study session and test taking tips class.” And he’s nodding at Yvette, “I can help. Desmond, you’re dead on your feet.”
"Could I go with you for some of that?" Yvette asks. "Work's not as busy right now." She sets to work rolling meatballs with Emmett.
“I mean,” Emmett smiles. “I wouldn’t mind, say, meeting you before or after. I’m pretty sure they’re going to just want students in, but…”
"Would this be a bring a lunch with me thing?" Yvette asks. She drops a lid on the sauce and moves to scrub up again. "Right - scones. Are we doing tv or is the music fine?"
“I COULD go off campus for a bit, and we’ve got some decent fields around that no one would be using if we wanted to go really picnic style.” Emmet’s fine with that idea.
It does make Desmond slightly worried, because it’s sounding close to him being okay with having lunch with a family memember where classmates can see. It seems like, emotionally speaking, there’s a point you’d be a LITTLE embarassed. It sort of implies that Emmett’s not had much contact with family members; Then again, it’s not exactly anyone’s fault about that.
“Music’s good.” He says. “Em?”
Emmett’s nodding. “Music is definitely fine.”
"Let me know if you've got ideas. I'll probably have a thermos of something hot, but other than that, I'm up for anything." Yvette slides in to sit on the futon that's serving as a couch right now.
“This should work for now.” Desmond sinks into a chair, stretching out his legs as far as he can. “Okay, this is amazing.”
Emmett laughs. “Let me grab the scones and tea or coffee and I bet it’ll get better.”
"I've got sugar and cream over here." Yvette produces some spoons. "And three spoons? If you want another, feel free to grab one, Emmett. The butter knife could work for jam."
“That’d be good,” Emmett’s up, so he’s grabbing everything, and heading back around. “Tea or coffee, Desmond? I’ll grab it,” He’s been around him enough to know how he drinks either, too.
“Coffee’d be amazing,” Desmond smiles. “Thanks.”
"Thank you for bringing this over." Yvette leans to fill up her cup and stirs it. "Would you two like to do this again? If dinner tastes good?"
“I’d love that.” Emmett says, pretty fervently. Even though the apprentice thing can’t work with Desmond now, it’s nice to spend time with them. It’s a LOT easier to cope with that fact when he realizes, or well, is reminded, that it’s not about Desmond not liking or wanting him.
"See when your schedule's not so bad then." Yvette leans for a scone. "Okay, these are lovely."
“I think we did a decent job.” Emmett’s bringing over Desmond’s coffee, and his own tea, then going for a scone himself. “Oh we DEFINITELY did it. Well done, us.”
"I'd be tempted to mix up the dough before the buttermilk and have that in the fridge for a fancier breakfast." Yvette sips her drink.
“Can you save scone dough?” Desmond wonders, frowning. “I mean, how long does raw dough keep? Or are you talking keeping the buttermilk around?”
"If it's just fat and butter, it should stand overnight in the fridge? So all you'd have to do is mix it and pop it in a hot oven." Yvette hms. "I could try it?"
“Sounds worth it.” Desmond nods. “If it saves some time, it might be helpful. And they’re really good.”
“Shouldn’t be hard.” Emmett says. “To keep it all working, I mean.”
"A warm breakfast is tempting when the weather is foul." Yvette grins. "And we can share the wealth. Having teleporters is amazing."
“Definitely great for getting here and back to the headquarters and work.” Desmond has to agree on that point. “It would never have been possible, before.”
“That’s true.” Emmett nods. “One of the conveniences of this century, hmm? There’s a lot of things I do like better.” Some things are ruined for the worse, but he’ll take the good other things.
"I'm not that out of date for home, but there's a lot that I love too. And I've got friends." Yvette grins. "And I'm totally going to ruin my appetite."