video, un:charon

[notimeforfailure]

Good evening, all. I think this is what is termed a 'bandwagon.' However, as I imagine we will all be busy dead, dying, or in the process of resurrecting soon, I thought I had better commit before October.

I'm opening a bakery and sweets shop.

[Lysithea pans the camera to a table that is covered with pans filled with dozens of buns, cakes, and confections of different colors. It really looks extremely well done. One would imagine that Lysithea applies herself with the same intensity to any task she undertakes.]

Everything will be sourced from traditional Fódlan desserts, passed down through family histories and collected by hand in this book. I've realized that if I'm not the one who makes these treats, I'm... never going to taste them again. So I thought I should share.

[The view changes to an enormous tome currently open to a page titled Saghert and Cream in script prominently displaying a luscious picture of some kind of fruit and cream concoction. It really looks like this was drawn by hand.]

I'm baking from my room for now. If you want anything here, you can drop by or I'll bring it over. If you want delivery, you've got to get at least a dozen, because frankly, I'm not running all over town to give you one sweet bun. I'll open a proper location when it's not Death Month.

...Thanks.

[She signs off after a moment's awkward hesitation, as if she's not sure what to do next.]

[video pt 2, ten minutes later]

It's -- me again. Upon further reflection, I have no idea how to run a business, at all, apart from the portion where you confidently declare it in public.

I would... appreciate advice.

And help. If you are willing to be paid in cake.

Comments

[possessum]

( Gingerbread men? Does he... know that term? He seems to linger on it, thinking deeply for a moment.. but the snippets of association with the concept are strangely out of his reach, and he lets them fizzle away — giving a nod instead, as though making an important decision. )

I'd like to make gingerbread men. We can make everyone we know.

( That's.......... a lot of people....

The question, however, is something he's able to answer. It comes easily to him, even though he shrugs one shoulder upwards and tilts his cheek towards his shoulder to look away from her for a moment, another expression of shyness. )

Pretty long. Mom makes dolls too, but mine are different. ...She still likes them, though. ...She buys me things to make them with.

( All of this is said slowly, and a little awkwardly, but there's a sincerity, too. He hesitates for a moment, before adding something he was especially proud about. )

She bought me a hot glue gun.

[notimeforfailure]

Let's call that the next project we work on, then.

[The current dough, sadly, is destined to become sweet buns, light and airy and peppered with little bits of glazed fruit. It would not do to actually bake it in the shape of people. As Paimon? (Paimon? somebody else?) continues to speak, Lysithea tries to affect a casual expression and continue with the process of forming the dough into little spheres.]

Indeed?

I'm afraid I don't know what that is. I can make a guess, I suppose - it shoots glue? To assemble your dolls with?

[Who was it he was referring to as 'Mom'? (Why is it that she thinks of Peter's girlfriend - the one who gifted him the flower.)]

Your mother must enjoy looking at your creations.

[possessum]

( He falls silent for another long moment, trying to think how to describe it. Some times, translating thought to verbal form is harder than other times. But after a moment, he thinks the way she said it describes it best, and nods again. )

It shoots the glue. Then you can put stuff together with it. But sometimes there's strings and you have to pull them off.

( Time-consuming, but a task he'd always taken to with the same methodical precision, pulling thin strings of glue off of fingers. )

She's good at looking. ( He agrees, or... perhaps answers in a different way. It's hard to say what Mom enjoys, sometimes. And she gets mad a lot. )

Does your mom like watching you make things? Food, like this?