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19.Mar.14, 02:29 AM
B’jin was sitting on the bench of D’hys’ current rooms, his left leg pulled up to rest his ankle under the thigh of his right, and a large bowl sitting in his lap. He was holding it with his right hand, while his left made quick trips from the thick, chocolate batter that was sticking to the bowl to his mouth and back, dark eyes watching D’hys as he peered in at the cake that was baking. There was a smear of batter on the tip of his nose, chocolate smeared on his lips, and his fingers were suitably covered, but his clothing was as pristine as ever.
Once wing practice had started up again, B’jin had found himself rather more left to his own devises than he had been in quite a while – at least when there weren’t Weyrlings to tend to, or Larrikith being antsy. Naturally, to his distress, such demands on B’jin’s time had seemed to occur when R’nd was free, and not when he was busy; typical, really. But R’nd had further had his time claimed by, once more, trying to keep T’bia up to standards and in the same frame as his new peers. B’jin did not begrudge his lover taking the time to help the boy, but it did leave the greenrider twiddling his thumbs a lot.
It really hadn’t taken long for someone to plant the notion of learning something new into B’jin’s mind – ironically, it had arrived at the lips of general gossip, when B’jin had heard it said that it was possible to eat lavender. The man had never considered something like that, but with that thought suddenly in mind, he’d taken to very nearly annoying the two women into the void of between with his questions and demands that had only been sated when they mixed him up some tea with the flower in it, followed by some little cakes. B’jin had been positively ecstatic, and bounced around joyfully for much of the next day though he refused to tell R’nd what had him so excited.
That day had been spent nosing out cooks that were not someone B’jin was instantly terrified of. All bronze and brownriders were instantly out of the running, and while he knew I’shan was a magnificent cook, the flighty bluerider couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and even when it was full he was still prone to gossip. B’jin could not seek him out for his help, not this time! C’dhin had been someone else B’jin would have taken too quickly, but the young greenrider seemed to have taken a shine to spending time with I’shan and well, B’jin just could not risk his surprise getting back to R’nd before he was ready to surprise him.
Learning D’hys could cook had been an accident, and one that had been greeted with a pursing of lips. R’nd didn’t like D’hys, but if D’hys could cook, perhaps he would teach B’jin, and B’jin would be able to make something a surprise for R’nd, and then he could tell R’nd where it had been learned and R’nd would, maybe, not look at D’hys with such suspicion thereafter? It sounded like a mighty plan to B’jin, who had waited until R’nd was, once more, assisting T’bia was extra lessons before seeking out the other bluerider.
Brown eyes alight with excitement and a kind of mischievous delight at his secret plotting and surprise planning, B’jin had made sure D’hys was well aware of the need for secrecy – to the point where he was even keeping Larrikith carefully out of the loop. Only when the bluerider had solemnly sworn to keep the secret to himself had B’jin told him what he wanted to learn – to cook! Particularly the little lavender cakes the women in the kitchen had created – and he had waited with some anxious impatience for D’hys’ answer. Only when it came – and seemingly without a cost – did B’jin relax.
So the lessons had begun, starting with B’jin helping D’hys put together a little kitchen in the room he had claimed in the main Weyrfolk building. Keeping it a secret from R’nd had been the hardest part, and with D’hys and his lover sharing a wing, B’jin had been scrambling to make sure he was free when R’nd was occupied with T’bia or his own general socialising, so he could sneak off to study the tedious art of cooking. Mostly, B’jin was an adapt student, and took to it quickly. However, his natural patience with teaching, music, art and children seemed to come to a crashing halt when there was food involved.
Mostly, B’jin favoured quick, instant pieces that produced results within minutes. The current cake was pushing the greenrider to his limits, which were dulled only by his task of cleaning out the bowl of all leftover batter. “How much longer?” It smelled good already! Surely, it should be done by now, right? Sitting mostly out of sight, and out of mind in the corner of the room, little Shimmer gave a chitter of agreement.734.
Once wing practice had started up again, B’jin had found himself rather more left to his own devises than he had been in quite a while – at least when there weren’t Weyrlings to tend to, or Larrikith being antsy. Naturally, to his distress, such demands on B’jin’s time had seemed to occur when R’nd was free, and not when he was busy; typical, really. But R’nd had further had his time claimed by, once more, trying to keep T’bia up to standards and in the same frame as his new peers. B’jin did not begrudge his lover taking the time to help the boy, but it did leave the greenrider twiddling his thumbs a lot.
It really hadn’t taken long for someone to plant the notion of learning something new into B’jin’s mind – ironically, it had arrived at the lips of general gossip, when B’jin had heard it said that it was possible to eat lavender. The man had never considered something like that, but with that thought suddenly in mind, he’d taken to very nearly annoying the two women into the void of between with his questions and demands that had only been sated when they mixed him up some tea with the flower in it, followed by some little cakes. B’jin had been positively ecstatic, and bounced around joyfully for much of the next day though he refused to tell R’nd what had him so excited.
That day had been spent nosing out cooks that were not someone B’jin was instantly terrified of. All bronze and brownriders were instantly out of the running, and while he knew I’shan was a magnificent cook, the flighty bluerider couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and even when it was full he was still prone to gossip. B’jin could not seek him out for his help, not this time! C’dhin had been someone else B’jin would have taken too quickly, but the young greenrider seemed to have taken a shine to spending time with I’shan and well, B’jin just could not risk his surprise getting back to R’nd before he was ready to surprise him.
Learning D’hys could cook had been an accident, and one that had been greeted with a pursing of lips. R’nd didn’t like D’hys, but if D’hys could cook, perhaps he would teach B’jin, and B’jin would be able to make something a surprise for R’nd, and then he could tell R’nd where it had been learned and R’nd would, maybe, not look at D’hys with such suspicion thereafter? It sounded like a mighty plan to B’jin, who had waited until R’nd was, once more, assisting T’bia was extra lessons before seeking out the other bluerider.
Brown eyes alight with excitement and a kind of mischievous delight at his secret plotting and surprise planning, B’jin had made sure D’hys was well aware of the need for secrecy – to the point where he was even keeping Larrikith carefully out of the loop. Only when the bluerider had solemnly sworn to keep the secret to himself had B’jin told him what he wanted to learn – to cook! Particularly the little lavender cakes the women in the kitchen had created – and he had waited with some anxious impatience for D’hys’ answer. Only when it came – and seemingly without a cost – did B’jin relax.
So the lessons had begun, starting with B’jin helping D’hys put together a little kitchen in the room he had claimed in the main Weyrfolk building. Keeping it a secret from R’nd had been the hardest part, and with D’hys and his lover sharing a wing, B’jin had been scrambling to make sure he was free when R’nd was occupied with T’bia or his own general socialising, so he could sneak off to study the tedious art of cooking. Mostly, B’jin was an adapt student, and took to it quickly. However, his natural patience with teaching, music, art and children seemed to come to a crashing halt when there was food involved.
Mostly, B’jin favoured quick, instant pieces that produced results within minutes. The current cake was pushing the greenrider to his limits, which were dulled only by his task of cleaning out the bowl of all leftover batter. “How much longer?” It smelled good already! Surely, it should be done by now, right? Sitting mostly out of sight, and out of mind in the corner of the room, little Shimmer gave a chitter of agreement.734.
