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Post by Wesley deGrey on Jun 11, 2020 10:32:39 GMT -5
After making a couple and placing them on the tray, the sailor started to get distracted with the task and began to toy with the dough in his fingers instead of making more. He was still grinning at the memory. "It was when she was a couple years younger and thinking everything was hers." Wesley paused again to regard her with a serious look on his face even though his question was mocking. "Is that a girl thing? Always just taking what doesn't belong to them?"
Regardless of whether or not Helene answered, he would continue. "And we had these lemon cakes after dinner one night. She tried taking mine and I caught her little thieving hand." Wesley chuckled to himself because he may or may not have taught her how to be sneaky like that. So, it was probably his own fault she had developed that habit briefly. "Told her she had to be careful because they might be poisoned. Then, the smart girl that she is, asked why I was eating them then. So-" He paused to pinch off another bit of the dough to roll it, eyes on his work this entire time as he recalled the memory. "I went into this elaborate story about how I would consume small amounts of poison every day to make myself immune. And you know what?" Blue eyes lifted back up to Helene, a look of shock written all over his face. "She bloody bought it. She stood there and listened to my insanity the entire time." Wesley was laughing again, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of it. He loved that girl dearly, though. And she was far too smart for him.
'Then you can tell her I made sure you didn’t poison them.' He nodded, grinning again. "I'll be sure to do that. She would probably believe you over me anyway." The sisters were her new favorite people, and she told nearly everyone every day about her trip to the market and all the ribbons William somewhat unwillingly bought for her. Olivia had developed an obsession now, it would seem.
At her sudden question, Wesley barely flinched. Instead, his eyes merely drifted up to find her curiously looking at him and demanding an answer. Even offering to answer a question in return should he comply. There was something amusing about that, maybe because her abruptness told him that she had been thinking about it for awhile, maybe ever since he arrived. Letting his attention drift back down to the dough, still taking his time, there was no hesitation on his part when he replied. "The other night, I found you intriguing." How was that for blunt honesty?
That smirk curled a corner of his mouth when he paused, looking back to her once again. "What answer were you hoping for?" Yes, that was his question he wanted answered. He could have asked about her scar or how she knew those sea shanties so well, but no...he wanted to know that right now.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Jun 11, 2020 15:47:02 GMT -5
Helene waited patiently, though she had to admit there was a bit of anticipation at hearing his possible answer. She didn’t know what she had been expecting but “I found you intriguing” was not it. In fact it made her laugh. A sharp bark of laughter at the ridiculousness of it. She was not intriguing. Or interesting. Not in the slightest. In fact, she found herself boring. The Roquefort girls were boring in the perfect daughter type sense. She could practically hear all the praise they’d received when they were teenager and young children. “Oh your girls are so well behaved Lord Roquefort, what sweet angels. What good girls you have, never in trouble or anything!” It made her nearly sick to think about how he’d made them into such good girls.
She saw the smirk on his face and shook her head still laughing. “Not that.” She confessed. “Honestly I don’t know. Perhaps a concerned uncle checking on the mad woman that talked his brother into purchasing half a ribbon cart?” Perhaps a chance to finish where we’d left off in that dance when your brother swept you away to bed time…. Now where did that thought come from?! She snorted at the thought and threw herself in filling the tray. Preposterous. That idea-no. “I’m boring.” She said bluntly. “Not intriguing or interesting in the slightest, I don’t get visitors, I have no friends, so I’m a bit taken aback that anyone would get curious to know more about me.” She said in a flurry. She was just...Helene. Just Helene. Who tended to what her husband had once done only periodically. George and Clarence were really the ones that did everything, she just...lived in the house. Tended to her garden, sang when she felt like it. Counted down the days to when Elliot would return so he’d have new stories to tell her…
She let a huff out and glared at him out of the corner of her eye. It wasn’t hostile but it was clear he’d caught her off guard and she didn’t know how to react. When the tray was filled, she tossed whatever dough she had back in the bowl and took the tray and turned to set it in the open oven, before she turned to get another tray so they could work on that.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Jun 11, 2020 23:47:13 GMT -5
Well, she might have found herself boring, but Wesley didn't deal with boring. He didn't gravitate to boring. He immediately flocked towards interesting and different, and there was something peculiar with Lady Hewitt. It hadn't just been the the way she jumped into the fray the night of the funeral, unabashed by how foolish the entire thing had been. It hadn't just been her knowledge of nearly every shanty he had thrown out there. No, it was something else...and because he didn't know or understand just what that was yet, he was here. He wanted to know.
Nor did he care if she believed it or not. Maybe one day she would.
"Well, yes, there's certainly that. My brother is poor because of your antics," he said in jest, chuckling quietly. William was by far from poor, and he hadn't complained. The only thing his brother seemed annoyed with was that damned fiancee of his. That monster of a woman. There had been a brief moment in time where Wesley hadn't held back, and it had been a verbal fighting match that he would have won if Will didn't drag Margery away. The woman was stuck up and insufferable, and he personally avoided her at all costs. Wesley didn't trust her.
Blue eyes blinked and he stopped trying to do anything with the dough. "Boring?" Well, that was a silly thought, now wasn't it? Although he appeared to show a mix of astonishment and amusement, he let her continue to ramble on while that stupid grin didn't disappear from his face. Oh yes, he noticed how flustered she appeared to be and he might have been enjoying it a bit too much.
It was time to prove a point.
Watching as she busied herself with putting the tray into the oven, he pulled a small piece from that glob of dough and rolled it into a perfect and neat little ball between his palms (a lot neater than he had while making those cookies, mind you). Then, whenever she turned back around to face him, he threw it right at her.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Jun 12, 2020 2:12:20 GMT -5
Helene turned around, in tent on finding another tray for them to fill, however when she turned around she received a ball of cookie dough right to the face. It smacked her right on her nose and partially on her left cheek. Sticking to her skin as it looked like a giant blob. She blinked in startlement. “Did you just-” Oh. Oh he had. She looked taken aback for a moment, before she slowly reached up and pulled the cookie dough ball off her face. She could feel the residue it left behind on her skin, and began to roll it back into a ball after it had splatted against her face. She noticed it had picked up some more of that infernal flour from her skin. Right.
She had a flour fight earlier, and now she was about to partake in the art of warfare with cookie dough as her ammunition. It was about to get far more deadlier in her kitchen. She would not stand for losing. Not in her house. Not in her kitchen. She would not allow Wesley deGrey to get away with this challenge. “Lord DeGrey, who do you think you are? Throwing perfectly good cookie dough in my kitchen?!” She asked. Her tone sounding like she was outraged. Offended even that he had the audacity do such a thing. “You come to my house unexpectedly and then throw cookie dough in my face after I worked hard to make said dough?!” She marched right up to him, a fire burning in her eyes her nostrils slightly flared, adding to her act of outrage.
She stopped directly in front of him, looking like she was prepared to toss the ball into the bowl and instead quickly smashed it into his face, before she reached over for the bowl, scooping out a handful, and then darted around the table, looking for cover. “There are rules! That must be followed! Even if you catch your enemy off guard!” She threw herself behind a stack of barrels, pinching off a ball of the dough, she looked behind the barrel to where he might be and then threw it at him.
“Rule number 1! No breaking anything. Gretchen will have my head.” She was grinning from ear to ear as she ducked back down. “Rule number 2. Cease fire the moment innocent bystanders become casualties, and Rule number 3!” She couldn’t help but cackle as she prepared for her next attack. “I will win.” She declared. “The sooner you accept it, the less painful it will be!” She called, poking her head around the barrel slowly.
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Secretly engaged.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Jun 12, 2020 22:48:13 GMT -5
Oh yes. Yes, he had.
Unable to contain it, his laughter sputtered out as the dough just stuck to her face, shutting her up immediately. Wesley knew he should have run or ducked for cover, knowing she was probably- no, definitely - going to kill him. But he just stood there, unable to contain his laughter. That is, until she started fuming.
Uh oh. Was she serious? Was she actually that upset? His chuckles eventually died down as she approached slowly, and that should have been another clue for him to run. There was a red flag waving around in his head but he was blinded, not paying attention to it. Instead, those curious blue eyes were on her...until he felt the stickiness of dough slam against his face when she suddenly retaliated.
If she wanted war, she was going to get war.
The humor was back immediately as he followed suit, grabbing a handful of dough seconds after she did before fleeing to the side of the counter for cover. The ball she had thrown managed to miss him by inches. "Rules?! There are no rules in war!" he argued back, grinning like the fool that he was, trying to peer around the counter.
He suddenly erupted into laughter at her declaration. "You underestimate me, my lady. What do I get when I prove you wrong a second time?" A second time? Well, he was already proving that she wasn't, in fact, boring as she claimed. That was a win in his book.
As she slowly peered around the barrels, she'd find another small ball of dough hurdling towards her.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Jun 14, 2020 1:38:29 GMT -5
“Well not anymore cookies!” She shrieked as she ducked. The there was a splat as the ball of down that went whizzing toward her hit the wall behind her. She couldn’t help but laugh as she crawled backwards. “And what do you mean by second time!?” She asked. Helene would be hard pressed to admit that she wasn’t boring. “You started this! My pride is going to end it.” She said. As she did, she prepped for another piece of dough, and then rose up on her knees, so she could use the barrel as a shield and then threw the dough ball in his direction. “The question is, are you going to help clean this mess up?” She called. She was grinning from ear to ear, her heart beating loudly as adrenaline began to course through her veins.
What had gotten into her? What if someone walked in? What if Mari walked in and saw them acting like children? If she had been at her father's house, this would have never happened. The moment Wesley deGrey showed up on that door step, she would have promptly found out what he wanted and then asked him to leave. But here? In Hewitt House where Helene was still in charge? She could do whatever the bloody hell she wanted, and right now, that was a cookie dough war with a mad man.
She was going to need more dough if she hoped in winning, and that meant running back to the bowl. She peaked around the barrel to see where he was at at the counter, and then stood up, rapid firing what dough she had left as she ran for bowl, throwing herself practically on the table as she reached for it.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Jun 19, 2020 19:44:57 GMT -5
"Aye, I did start it...to prove a point!" he told her so matter of fact. Wesley didn't elaborate, mainly because he was trying to concentrate on not losing an eye from a projectile of dough. Just as he was peering around, he had to quickly draw back when she was throwing another one at him. He heard it hit the cabinet, probably sticking to it- that could have been his face!
At the question of cleaning up, she would hear his laughter quite loudly from across the room, perhaps a bit emphasized. "I make messes, my lady...and I do not clean them up." It was a lie, of course, because he could already feel Elliot's hard hand hitting him upside his head for uttering such a thing. The man had raised him better than that. On the ship, noble titles meant little. And on that ship, the old man was captain, thus in charge.
Blindly throwing a couple more balls of dough, he realized that he was running low as well. Peering around again, he was just in time to see her risking a run towards that table for more ammunition. "I don't think so!" Pushing off his feet, Wesley made a mad dash for that table, feeling one of her throws nail him in the shoulder. Skidding, he tried to stop while he reached for the bowl and tugged it from her reach. "Oh, shite!" he called out in alarm. His boots were still sliding across the floor, and before he knew it, Wesley was falling onto his back as his legs went under the table with a grunt of air leaving his lungs. The bowl was safe in his hands...yet what was left of the dough had dumped out, splattering across his cringing face.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Jun 20, 2020 18:58:18 GMT -5
Helene let a shriek of laughter out as he dashed for the table. She’d just managed to land on it and to get her fingers on the bowl, when Wesley pulled it from her grasp. She then watched as he fell and heard the splat as the contents of the bowl fell onto his face. She wiggled her way to the edge of the table, peaking over the edge to see the mess he had all over his face. She folded her hands together and rested her chin on them as she looked over the edge and couldn’t help but laugh. It had started as giggled before she was practically rolling on the table as tears pricked her eyes.
No one was going to be get cookies at this rate, save for the one pan they’d managed to put in the oven, and they had no one to blame but themselves. How had this all started? Seriously? A point had to be made that she wasn’t boring? Well...Okay maybe she wasn’t, but Helene had to hide this side of herself. She had to hide a lot of sides under a well placed mask. The prim, proper, quiet Lady Helene Hewitt. Her father had essentially turned her boring so no one would pay much mind to her. He’d drilled it into her and Mari’s heads they were nothing. Useless, dumb, not pretty things for him to use for his own gain. He’d used Helene already when he married her to Stephen for his money, and there was no doubt he’d want Mari to marry soon for the same thing. Only...at the moment they were both safe, and their cage door was open. They had an opportunity to step out should they want to, and Helene was right in the doorway of that cage. Thanks to the man laying on her kitchen floor, who was unknowingly coaxing her out.
“Y-you, h-have a little-” She began to try and say as she laughed. She crawled off the table and crouched down beside him. She then took a finger and wiped some of the dough off his face. “Something,” She giggled. “Here.” She took her hands then and smeared the dough more onto his face, beginning to laugh again. She reached for the bowl then, taking it from him, as she smeared the dough that was on her hands into the bowl, and then started to actually be helpful and pick up the now unusable dough and put it in bowl. "Alright, you win this round my lord. A boring person wouldn't have let this cookie dough war continue." She told him with a shake of her head. Her grin widening as she glanced at him.
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Lunari
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Jul 6, 2020 19:19:37 GMT -5
Well, that hadn't gone according to plan. Who was he kidding? He never really ever had a plan and also just went with the first thought that popped into his head or with his gut instinct. Clearly, his gut was wrong...because he currently laid on this woman's kitchen floor with dough on his face.
He was cringing, one of his eyes squinting so as to not get the sticky substance in it as he peered up with the opened one to find her gazing down from the tabletop, amusement clear across her face. To top it off, she was bursting out into a fit of laughter. At least he succeeded in amusing her. With seeing how wide her smile got and how much it lit up her face, Wesley would call that a win in his book, even if his pride was a little wounded.
As she crouched down beside him, the sailor was lifting himself up onto his elbows, expecting her to give him a hand or something. Anything but laugh at his expense. But no, she was making it all the more worse, and he felt like he was going to be trying to wash dough out of his hair and the stubble along his chin for days once this was done. "Oi, c'mon now!" he bellowed, gently swatting her arms away to try and get her to stop. The dumb smile on his face made it clear that he wasn't really trying very hard.
"Ugh..." Sitting up properly, he tried to wipe off whatever dough that he could. Then, she said something that made his eyebrows rise in curiosity. "I win?" That smirk curled his lips as he got up to his knees, beginning to help her clean up the unusable cookie dough. "That's right," he said with a firm nod. "I knew it...because I don't gravitate towards boring people." It wasn't so much a conceited thought as it was a compliment to her, further solidifying that she wasn't boring like she had originally claimed.
Chuckling quietly, he rose and slowly walked around the kitchen to find the discarded balls of dough. "I, uh...am sorry about ruinin' a batch of cookies..." Or a couple batches, he didn't really know. And he was only half apologetic about it, that is.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Jul 17, 2020 18:21:22 GMT -5
Helene sighed, laughing slightly as she shook her head. “Yes, you win.” She repeated. Was he really going to make her repeat herself? She glanced up and then scoffed, before she was chuckling. “No, you just gravitate to the ones that cause trouble.” She said to him. He was drawn to chaos that was similar to his own, she thought. Similar people tended to gravitate towards one another, and Helene had to remind herself she was certainly trouble. Her father was trouble, the Hewitts were trouble, and Helene was like a beacon to anything trouble. Wesley deGrey was trouble to a T, but the different, good kind of trouble.
“I’m glad I’m not boring then, whatever would you have done?” She asked with another chuckle. Rising to her feet as she walked over to where she had taken cover to scrape off the dough from the wall. Gretchen most certainly would have words with her for the state of her kitchen if she didn’t clean it up and have it looking back to the way it was.
“Well, you won’t have as many cookies to bring home, but you will have at least one batch.” She said nodding over to the oven. She brought her handful of dough over to where she’d left the bowl on the table and then walked over to the oven to get a good look at the cookies. They were just about done if she had a guess, and she located some oven mittens before she was reaching in and pulling them out. She walked over to the table and set them down. The cookie aroma quickly filling the kitchen and for a moment she was only a bit sad that they only had one batch. Oooh well, she was sure she’d make more later. Besides...the cookie dough war had been fun. “They need to cool first though or you’ll burn yourself.” She instructed. She’d swat his hand away if he tried to take one before they were ready, and continued in her pursuit of finding all the dough balls.
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Lunari
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Aug 11, 2020 21:57:01 GMT -5
His grin managed to widen just a bit more when she further clarified that he had one this round. This round, huh? Did that mean there would be more? Why you grinning like a fool? Stop. Just stop it.
'No, you just gravitate to the ones that cause trouble.' That made a brow rise up in curiosity, the smirk never leaving his lips. "So...you are trouble then, hmm?" Well, maybe he already knew that as well. Helene was interesting, he would give her that. He meant it when he said he tended to lean more towards the more less boring, and he had sensed there was something intriguing about her from the moment he met her. Perhaps she was just as crazy and brazen as he was, because it wasn't every day that a lady of any status would make bets with a sailor and willingly make a mess of her kitchen.
Wesley chuckled. "I'm not sure what I would have done. But, it's rare that I'm ever wrong about these things, so..." Could he sound anymore conceited? Probably, and that smirk proved it as he offered a light shrug of his shoulders. As Helene pulled the cookies from the oven, he did his best to locate any stray balls of dough, having to scrape a couple off the walls and cabinets. However, when he smelled that delicious scent, he was immediately wandering his way over to the tray.
And yes, he was reaching for a cookie, only to be swatted away. He looked at her and actually pouted.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Nov 21, 2020 19:01:17 GMT -5
Helene glanced over her shoulder, arching a brow at him. “Darling, I’m trouble with a capital T.” She said amused. If that wasn’t the honest to god truth… It was both a confirmation, and hopefully a warning to Wesley the sort of woman she was.
She’d merely eyed him warning after swatting his hand, not letting his albeit cute pout win her over. She fully intended that he would share some of those cookies with his niece. “Are you wrong about anything?” She asked curiously. If he wasn’t wrong about her not being boring, she wondered if there were things he could be wrong about. Time would have to tell however.
She rounded up the rest of the dough and then found a tin box for him. Coming back over to put the one batch of cookies that had survived into the tin. Closing the lid with a satisfying sound before handing it to him. “Your reward for helping me with my tree my Lord.” She told him with a smile.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Nov 22, 2020 19:54:16 GMT -5
If that was meant to be a warning to him, she would have to try a lot harder than that. Her words only made that smirk of his widen, and he clearly looked intrigued. "Is that so..." he murmured, mostly to himself. He was rarely wrong about a person, not to sound conceited, and he had this good and strange feeling about her. It wasn't every day Wesley deGrey tried to make friends with anyone, either. She should feel lucky and blessed. That was conceited.
"No," he answered her question as he casually leaned against the counter, watching her pack up those cookies. He would probably have one and the rest would go to Olivia. William could complain to him about the girl's sugar rush later. "Not really." If he kept grinning like that, his face was going to start to hurt.
Taking the tin, he bowed his head in thanks. "I'll be sure they go straight to Olivia," he promised. Blue eyes drifted out the nearest window, trying to gauge the time. "Unfortunately, now that I have wrecked your kitchen, I must be off. It has been...interesting." Mouth quirked into a crooked grin as he took one of her flour covered hands. "I shall see you at the chase, then, yeah?" Wesley seemed pretty certain that she would not back out, and appeared fairly amused by the prospect. "Until then-" Placing a quick kiss to her knuckles, he dismissed himself. "Farewell, my lady Trouble."
[ end scene ]
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