April Catch-All

[wolfish]

WHO: Yuri Leclerc wolfish & others
WHAT: Catch-all for April
WHEN: Late Pelu
WHERE: Various locations
WARNINGS: None, will update if needed.


I. Resupply Run (Old Springstar)
[ Yuri isn't yet acclimated to Skysong. In truth, he's not entirely certain how long that adjustment is going to take. Adaptable as he is, he hails from a world in which mass literacy is nonexistent and flight entails mounted travels. For most men, that's wyverns.

Seeing how it's been over a century, the house needs some creature comforts. Given the improvements to local technology, this day that means Yuri's drifting from one store to another examining their new wares.

A. Background Character
[ Occasionally, this leads to him being stopped by strangers who begin regaling him with their backstory. The prevailing trend here is that it's always something about their parents or grandparents — people Yuri either saved or helped. Orphans who moved on to have happy lives and families.

The thing is, Yuri doesn't know what to do with effusive gratitude. So, without fail, he'll be standing there like a deer in the headlights, clutching some kitchen gadget or other like a lifeline, in the face of strangers' enthusiasm. ]
B. Gadgets and Gizmos
[ On the occasions when Yuri manages to evade what's proving to be a small army of orphans' descandants, he spends his time examining the new innovations Old Springstar has to offer. Each time he encounters a new appliance that is neither enormous nor impossible to lift, he picks it up for manual examination, turning it about between gloved hands with rapt interest.

It may or may not be clear to passers-by that this is something beyond curiosity in the sight of something novel. Rather, he appears to be trying to discern what makes it tick. ]

II. Old Routines (Alenroux)
[ While the world has changed a great deal, developing in ways Fódlan certainly hasn't, some things are near enough to the same. At least, Yuri tells himself as much, holding to whatever scraps of familiarity if he can. For him, that means resuming the activities he'd used to pass his time previously.

In this case, Yuri spends the "early" daylight hours in Alenroux training. When he doesn't have a partner to spar with, he instead rigs up targets using whatever he can find — old buckets, broom handles, fallen branches — and slings spells their way. It's a flashy bit of a show that comes in two flavors.

Sometimes, visually identical magic strikes the target much more feebly.

Others, Yuri tosses one spell at his training dummy, then another, different spell, observing how they combine. In these cases, the answer is usually that his constructed target gets blown apart, its shredded components sent sailing in all directions, leaving him to sigh and trot off to retrieve them. ]


III. Free to Good Home (Communion)
So... Turns out before Fluffy joined Byleth for that incredibly long nap we all took, he found himself a sweetheart or two first. Now, we're swimming in cats. Much as I'd like to think looking after tham all is doable here, I'm not thinking it's ideal for them.

[ The cats, that is. Fellow Harbingers may be treated to fleeting mental images of cats and dogs milling about the grounds of Garreg Mach Monastery, uniformed students and recognizable clergy pausing to pet, feed or play with them. Then, too, are images of people who are evidently thugs and brigans...still fawning over cats in the underground halls of what some might guess is Abyss.

Yuri can't help the strength of his nostalgia in this. He spent a fair amount of time pining after feline affection due to just how bad his allergies are, not having the means to overcome them until he admitted his troubles to Marianne. By then, they were in the midst of war, far from Garreg Mach.

At least he's not sneezing to death now. ]

So if anyone's interested in giving a good home to a cat or two, let's make some arrangements.

[ Apologies in advance that they may answer to odd names already. ]

IV. Wildcard
[ ooc: If you have a different idea, feel free to drop a starter here! No need to plot ahead unless it needs some prior coordination. If it does, DM Yuri's journal or hit me up on discord (matchadrop)! ]

Comments

[wolfish]

[ Yuri smiles softly up at him, fingers curling to hold on. ]

We certainly do.

[ Something he finds himself grateful for, and though he doesn't say it in words, it warms his eyes. ]

...So how has the rest of your house fared?

[hauntedking]

Much the same.

[ He gives his hand a squeeze and then-

He takes a breath. ]

Yuri. Would you... like to sleep over this evening?

[ He's so formal about it. ]

[wolfish]

[ Surprise flits across his features.

Is Dimitri asking—

No, he discards the thought. Surely Dimitri said exactly what he intended. ]

A proper invitation and everything?

[hauntedking]

It seems like it's the right thing to do so there's no misunderstanding.

[ Dimitri thinks he's being clear, oops. ]

[wolfish]

[ Yuri is so used to people dramatically different from Dimitri, he's bound to overthink.

But he decides Dimitri is simply asking for his company overnight. It wouldn't be the first time, but the last was unplanned dozing off on the sofa. ]

Rest assured, I'd ask if something seemed strange coming from you... But I'd like that. Want me to fix something for dinner?

[hauntedking]

If you'd like. There hsould be enough to put something together in here. We can do it together!

[ He smiles, beaming, and ushers into the kitchen, slinging his cloak and outer layers off as he starts to bustle.

Someone's in a good mood. ]

[wolfish]

[ Yuri tries, with limited results, to suppress a grin. The sight of Dimitri in high spirits is terribly endearing as his eyes follow him around the kitchen. ]

What shall we make then... [ He peels off his gloves. ] Suppose it depends on what you've got around here, yeah?

[hauntedking]

Well... I don't have quite a lot of fresh items, but I do have some sort of noodles... some root vegetables...

[ Hes murmuring, half to himself as he starts to go through his pantry. ]

Something simple would be fine, I think.

[wolfish]

Not bad ingredients to start with.

[ Yuri trails after Dimitri, leaning to peer at what there is for them to work with. All told, he's made finer meals with less. ]

So it's those fat noodles... Those lend themselves well to soups or stir fry.

[ What would Dimitri prefer though, hmm. ]

[hauntedking]

Well, a stir fry would be faster... and I think that would probably suit the vegetables a little better. Here-

[ He hands over an onion and some carrots and a few other odds and ends. ]

If you can start on these, I'll see what else I can do.

[wolfish]

Well look at you, a kitchen king.

[ He teases gently, his tone fond as he picks through the vegetables for the ones that need washing first. ]

Stir fry sounds good to me... Allows plenty of room for creativity, too.

[ With the vegetables sorted, he makes his way over to the sink. ]

[hauntedking]

Let's see...

[ He starts pulling out material for the sauce. Some seasonings, a bit of oil, some other bits and bobs, and starts laying it all out. ]

Any flavors you're not fond of?

[wolfish]

I could do without anything spicy. Never did adjust to that sort of thing.

[ Or Gautier cheese, for that matter, but he's quite safe from that here.

Would he try to eat such things if it was what Dimitri wanted to have? Yes... ]

This one time Flayn had cooking duty and the results felt like my mouth was on fire, and that was after Ashe had intervened. I might not have survived otherwise.

[hauntedking]

Very well. I don't mind spicy, but... I also didn't taste much for a while.

[ He seems a touch bemused by that. ]

Something savory, I think. It'll go with the natural sweetness of the vegetables.

[wolfish]

I'd think it'd be even worse for a northerner.

[ Dimitri might be in for a surprise if he gives it a try now... Though Yuri's not eager to test that theory, seeing as he'd prefer that Dimitri enjoy his meals. ]

But I'm on board with savory. That'll go especially well with the carrots and onion.

[ As he finishes washing those carrots, he gets right to the task of chopping the vegetables up. ]

[hauntedking]

[ The stove comes on and he starts the water for the noodles and gets the pan going as well - with heat. He's rather pleased with himself honestly as he turns back to Yuri. ]

Let me know when those are ready.

[wolfish]

[ Yuri's familiar enough with knives that he makes short work of the carrots. The onion, however, has him blinking hard to stave off how it makes his eyes burn. ]

Won't be long... Carrots take longer to cook, so want to start with those?

[ He nudges the bowl of chopped carrots closer to Dimitri. ]

[hauntedking]

Probably a good idea - although if we do the onions first we'll get a better flavor, won't we?

[ He's fine either way. Regardless, he adds some oil to the pain and sprinkles a bit of salt and pepper over the carrots to start before he dumps them right in and there's a pleasant hissing, sizzling sound as they start to cook. ]

[wolfish]

[ Yuri considers that with a hum. He had no idea Dimitri had given much thought to cooking, though as a host he always provided something.

It's a far cry from his young king strolling by with a plate of raw food when he thought no one was looking. ]

I was thinking of dicing them. They'll cook more quickly, and you'd still get that flavor you're talking about.

[ He demonstrates, stepping aside to sweep a hand in the direction of his work. ]

These look alright to you?

[hauntedking]

Perfect. Although I'm not nearly as experienced as some people... most of my cooking has come after my arrival here...

[ He admits sheepishly, giving the carrots a quick stir. He glances at the water on the other burner. Not boiling just yet. ]

And most of that after my taste returned.

[wolfish]

[ It makes a certain sense. Cooking would be difficult without being able to taste what one is preparing, and yet Dimitri doesn't seem to need instruction, really. ]

Have you been cooking regularly since then?

[ He can't help his curiosity. It's something he'd sooner focus on than the way the onion assaults his eyes as he dices away. ]

Seems to me you know your way around.

[hauntedking]

I've been trying to. It's a skill I should know how to use, isn't it? If only because proper nutrition is good for the body and mind.

[ He shrugs. ]

I... do enjoy food. But a part of me still thinks it's best to simply maintain myself. It's a strange habit, I think, that I haven't yet shaken.

[wolfish]

[ Dimitri saves him the trouble of pointing out that isn't the best relationship to have with food. He clearly knows, so Yuri doesn't think it bears saying.

He dices the onion in tidy rhythm, quick with a blade as he is...even as he squints against the way his eyes are watering. It can't be helped. ]

A good meal's something to indulge in. Ever the better if you've got good company.

[ As Faerghans, they know a filling meal is often a luxury. In time of war, those who didn't know what their countrymen did quickly learned. ]

If you're struggling with that habit, I'll just have to help you shake it, won't I?

[ The words would sound bolder, if only they weren't punctuated with a sniffle. But look, he's doing his best. ]

[hauntedking]

[ Oh, dear. He can't do much to help Yuri with the onion, but at least they're almost ready to go. ]

I'm sure you will.

[ Dimitri shoots him a smile in return as he gives the carrots another stir and then gestures for the onion. ]

I think these can go in next, surely.

[wolfish]

Right on the money.

[ Yuri sweeps the onions into a bowl with the knife, offering it to Dimitri right after. He's doing just fine at the helm, and Yuri can't help being curious about Dimitri's cooking style.

This is his first opportunity to observe, after all. ]

The little dastards get me every time.