Baking. And Sharing of Foods!

[bythewaves]

Who: Maglor and anyone hungry/with a sweet tooth. Likely surprise visit from a hungry Riley
What: Honeycakes. Fresh. Hot. And LOTS of them.
When: Week 1.
Where: Some random Native's house. Probably the family member of the pub owner Maglor used to work for.
Rating: G for Gluttony

Riley requested honeycakes, and so Maglor has obliged. His cousin Fingon is also here, however, and he has a terrible sweet tooth. So... Maglor may have overcompensated slightly.

Just a bit.

.....Alright, maybe a lot.

He borrowed a Native's house and kitchen for this earlier, and the windows are flung open, allowing the smell to waft out. Honeycakes sit on trays on the windows and on a bench outside, cooling, if anyone is brave enough to pinch from there. There's a small tin nearby in case anyone feels it might be worth donating a few coins in thanks, but the door is also open, for folk to come and meet the chef.

Maglor is covered in flour at the moment, and sighing as he mixes the last batch up. He definitely needs to judge volumes better, next time.

Comments

[bythewaves]

"He is fortunate that elves don't get fat." Maglor retorts pertly.

"Although he is right that you could use more feeding, brother mine."

[castintoflames]

"Elves can feel overfull, surely!" eventually? He hasn't reached that point yet, but with Fingon's help, perhaps he will someday!

"Food has lost certain pleasures for me."

[bythewaves]

"Well you'd think so, but I've never actually seen him stop because he's not hungry..."

Maglor smiles sadly at Maedhros.

"I know. As long as you do eat, it is enough - I had to learn again slowly too."

[castintoflames]

"I am concerned now!" he is only half-serious, but that is enough to make him watch Fingon eat from now on.

Maedhros glances away, uncomfortable.

"I have enough energy to do what I like. I..." his presses his lips together, "I will work on it."

[bythewaves]

Maglor comes over after wiping his hands so that they are not so dirty and lays a comforting hand on Maedhros' arm.

"I know, Nelyo. Don't feel guilty. You can hardly help that."

[castintoflames]

Food has become an enemy of sorts. Eating is a chore, yet it symbolizes wanting to live; wanting to exist. He doesn't seek death as he did, but it feels strange to push himself back into the flow of life.

"You shouldn't worry." he squeezes Maglor's hand, "I don't want to die and that is a refreshing change."

[bythewaves]

"I always worry." He'd lean against him but that would cover Maedhros in flour.

"I'm your brother, after all."

[castintoflames]

"You've given me so much, Kano." flour be damned. He tugs him into a one-armed hug.

"I can live off of what you have given me. My happiness...isn't so far away, I think."

[bythewaves]

Enjoy looking like you hugged a snowman then Maedhros.

"My only wish is to see you healed."

[castintoflames]

He can deal with that. Flour isn't deadly, but it is awfully contagious!

"Why do I get the feeling you know more about me than you let on?"

[bythewaves]

"Because I am your brother."

Smug.

"I always know better."

[castintoflames]

"Do I need to start a debate on that point or will you tell me your sources now?" he feigns suspicion even as his eyes sparkle.

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles smugly back.

"I never betray my sources, it is not good for business."

[castintoflames]

"Ah so I do need to appeal to your conscience." Maedhros wraps an arm around his shoulders, "Kano, we are brothers."

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles innocently back at his brother.

"So we are~"

Not going to make this at all easy.

[castintoflames]

"How far would I go for you, Kano?" to the ends of Arda. No, further. Maedhros grins before making his expression as appealing as possible.

[bythewaves]

"As far as you had strength to do so."

Maglor responds and smiles at him angelically.

[castintoflames]

"Indeed! And once I rested, I would go further still."

Uh oh, now he is pressing their cheeks together.

"Would you really deny me anything?"

[bythewaves]

Maglor shoves at his brother fondly and pretends to think very hard.

"Well, if it was for your own good..."

[castintoflames]

"Keeping secrets is never for my good." Maedhros picks up a honey-bun and sniffs it.

[bythewaves]

"Are you absolutely sure?" Maglor's smile could melt butter.

"After all, if they are secrets, you'd never know!"

[castintoflames]

"Mm mostly." he eyes Maglor suspiciously, taking a bite. The flavor distracts him and he looks quite content.

"I suppose, except I know you are keeping secrets already."

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles to see Maedhros' obvious pleasure in his cooking.

"Am I? Or are you assuming?" The most innocent.

[castintoflames]

The honey melting on his tongue is hard to ignore. It's warm, sweet and comforting.

"An assumption based on what I know of you." he licks his fingers, "When have you ever been without a secret or two?"

[bythewaves]

Exactly as it should be, and Maglor smiles to see his brother's enjoyment.

"Ah, but if I told you that, they would not be secret, no?"