Marie couldn't help but to smile. The voice on the other end of the phone was so kind, she almost felt like a jerk for being so impatient at first. "Y-yes... Get a cook over here, I'm afraid I have no clue how to cook. Even if I did, a lot of these ingredients are... How best do I put it... Not familiar." And she waited for a responce, holding the phone with her left hand and once again fidgeting with her vest with her right hand.

BEfore she could finish her last sentence a chef stood in the doorway. Or rather, a young man with purple hair and red half lided eyes did. Though he was wearing a chef's uniform complete with apron, tall hat and long swirly black moustache. "Ah ho ho, I am jean piere. Ah ho ho. What can I ah hoho cook for you dis evening ah hoho." Giving his best imitation of a stereotypical french accent.

Marie could tell tell Jean was just acting the accent, and couldn't help but to laugh a bit at that detail. She kept it somewhat quiet though to avoid hurting his feelings, and then gave a thoughtful look. "You know what I hadn't decided... So many choices. How about I let you make what you think I'd like?" She was liking this already, having decided she wanted to be surprised. She was starting to get used to being surprised and doubted she'd ever have a pleasant surprise again where she thought she was dreaming.

"Ah hoho, very well mademoisele." With that the man made his way to the kitchen and began baking, taking ingredients out and mixing them up as fast as possible. It took himless than five minutes to mix them all together, and he even set aside a portion of the dough in a small bowl. "Pour la madmoisele" he said leaning down close to give it to Marie.

In under thirty minutes, the rest of it was done as he pulled tray after tray out of the oven and peeling off the small circles.

Presenting them on a square plate he showed them to Marie and said "How you say, de cookies are leady"

Marie was so happy she nearly had a heart attack when she saw those chocolaty cookies with the marshmallows in them... "Oh my gosh!" She was once again very happy at the surprise. "Thank you. My favortie, how'd you know?!" She asked before grabbing and nomming on one of the cookies. "Mmmmm... So goodth." She muttered, still chewing. These were the best cookies she'd ever had.

"Ah hoho, well it is because, ah hoho, I'm your employer." Taking off the chefs hat and removing the false curly Q mustache it was plain to see that the chef was in fact the boy she had met in the warehouse. "Mortimer C. Graves, good ta meetcha" he said as he reached down for one of the marshmellow cookies.

"What the fu-" Marie stopped herself by munchign down the most of her cookie. "Mortimer eh? Well at least I know your name now." She felt so foolish for having not realised it was him... It seemed she'd finally met someone who could outwit her. In made her feel so jealous and foolish, feelings which showed themselves by her crushing the rest of the cookie in her hand without realising it. "What sort of job did you have in mind for me anyway? You never told me that either..." In her strong emotions she swallowed too fast, starting to chocke for a moment before she recovered... "Owwwww~!"

"Slow down... you'll choke on your cookies if you eat too fast. What I need is for someone with thievery skills, moral flexability and a waist size smaller than 57 centimeters. And quite simply you fit that description to a T. But until I call upon you for a job you're the reason why I can afford to stay at this place... as your guest of course. A one night room for a child is much cheaper than for an adult... you're my lil money saver" ruffling her hair slightly as he said this.

To put it simply Marie could not stay angry at Mortimer... She sighed. "Figures it chalks up to that. I wondered what you wanted with me when you could afford to get stuff like this. Usually those are the people after me for my theivery." All of it was quite true, Marie had gotten several mages on her tail as of recently. In particular there was a Light Mage who believed she'd seriously wronged him by stealing from the funds he was saving up for enchanting his sheild.

"Well, there's one bit of trouble with that plan because of my past... I have quite a few mages after me for stealing from them. Are you going to be willing to help me deal with their resentment when the time comes?"

"Pff, as if you'd ask me such a silly question... What do you think I am, some kind of charity giver?"

Mortimer left off there for a few seconds to let Marie think about what he said before continuing. "Of COURSE I'm gonna protect you if they come. You're my employee and I'm not going to let anyone but me chew you out. Besides, do you have any idea ow many thieving waifs there are out there in that city? Dozens, but you're the only one with potential. I have a talent for it really, I can see a persons potential for growth and out of all of them, you were the only one who fit the bill.

In the meantime just sit back relax and get ready to make a break for it in the morning because we're gonna run before they ask us for the second half of the payment got it? asking this with a smile.

"... All right." After listening to the whole of that Marie decided she did need to enjoy this more. She ate another cookie before going over to the piano curiously... She'd seen people play the piano before on occasion, and thanks to her good memory was able to recall a few simple tunes.... She tried to play them but couldn't get them right... "... Huh. Not the right pitch, but which way..." She felt some slight frustration, deciding to play with the keys a bit before finding the right octave and being able to play that simple tune rather well actually.


[Hear the song in my sig? That's the tune she's playing. Or doing so as well as a complete neophyte at the piano can.]

It was a simple tune but he didn't mind, even if it was crudely played. It was still not that bad. He even considered getting a piano teacher for Marie... but that could come later. First he needed to build up a relationship with her. Get her to trust him. He joped that giving her this brief glimpse into the upper echelons of society would be a good starting point.

Because right now Mortimer needed allies, especially considering the storm that would soon arrive.

Pushing the thought aside he decided to live in the moment, enjoying marshmellow cookies and amateur music.

THREAD TERMINATED

Now lemme have those cookies! ^^ *Noms on Marshmallow cookies*

Alberio 2SP 2MP 150 000:dp:
JKdragon 2SP 1MP 100 000

Why am I gettimg fewer MP and Drachma?

Jumps Jess*

Attained 1 MP and 50k drachma

That's y

Because your post were shorter, and less constructive.

PM the complain the next time.