child_of_lions (child_of_lions) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-04-30 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, irisa nyira, myrcella baratheon |
Who: Irisa and Myrcella
What: Makin’ pastry!
Where: Myrcella’s house since I can only assume Irisa’s doesn’t know what pastry even is :-P
When: Mid April
Rating: G
Status: Compete
Irisa hitched her backpack up on her shoulder as she waved goodbye to Nolan after he dropped her off at Myrcella’s house. Heading up to the front door, she knocked on it and waited, wondering to herself how long it would take Nolan to circle round the block and come back round to check she wasn’t with a boy instead or something. She sighed to herself and rolled her eyes at the thought because...well really!
Myrcella had made sure to give Irisa her new address since she was now living with her Uncle Renly, but he was out right now so they’d have the house to themselves for the pastry cooking lesson. She’d been excited when Irisa had mentioned it, she hadn’t thought it would be something her friend had been interested in. Ever.
“Irisa!” she smiled as she opened the door, “Come in, come in” she said excitedly.
"Hey," Irisa gave a little smile to her friend, amused by how excited Myrcella seemed to be. She followed her friend into the house. “How’ve you been?” she asked, dropping her bag in the hall and removing her shoes.
“Great. Let me give you a quick tour before we get started. You have to see my room, my Uncle and I are decorating it” Myrcella smiled brightly, she had enjoyed staying with Arya but was already happier with her Uncle.
Irisa gave a little laugh and allowed her friend to lead the way. “You sound happy,” she observed.
"I am. I like being here. I mean the Starks were great but well family is family you know? And Uncle Renly is the best"
“I don’t think I’ve met your uncle Renly,” Irisa said. “What’s he like?”
"You have to, he's awesome. He's clever and kind. Pretty much the coolest uncle to have. He taught me how to drive"
“You can drive?!” Irisa’s eyebrows shot up at that. “Dad’s never gonna teach me how to drive, I think he’s worried about how much trouble I could get into,” she grumbled.
"Yep I can. Not passed the test yet but I will now my uncle is back" Myrcella laughed, "Well he may have a point" she teased.
"Hey!" Irisa smacked her friend on the arm. "That's not fair! I've been doing better, only got brought home by the police once last month," she told her proudly.
"I'm sorry you're right that's such an improvement" Myrcella replied a smirk on her lips, "You're getting much better at not being caught"
“I know, either that or the cops are getting dumber, but I like to think it’s the former rather than the latter,” Irisa shoulder bumped her friend. “Either way, Nolan’s happy not to see them so often too. So, where’s your room then?”
“I imagine he is” Myrcella nodded grinning at her friend, Irisa was too nice to actually tell off and part of Myrcella was proud that she at least had managed to convince the other girl to stay in one class with her instead of skipping out. “Just down here” she said leading them into her room. It was very girly, lace, pink, purple and just kind of cute.
“Oh...wow, that’s...pink,” Irisa gazed around the room, trying not to offend her friend by what she said. Obviously Myrcella was very proud of it but it wasn’t exactly to Irisa’s taste.
Myrcella laughed as she watched Irisa’s face, “I know it’s too girly for you” she teased her friend, “But I love it. I hope you won’t have nightmares when you stay over” she winked.
“So long as you don’t make me go to sleep in a tutu or anything,” Irisa joked, eyes still running over all the pink and frills the room had to offer.
“Oh well you’re just taking all the fun out of it now” Myrcella told her friend in amusement.
“It’s what I do,” Irisa shrugged. “But you’re always there to put it right back in,” she smiled across at Myrcella. “How about this cooking thing then?”
Myrcella smiled back, “You’re there for the non-pink fun so I think it’s fair” she told her friend before nodding, “Yes, let’s get cooking. Pastry awaits us” she said taking Irisa’s arm to lead her to the kitchen.