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"That looks good," She shuffled towards Cass and peered at her pan. The egg was sizzling happily. "Maybe you can cook breakfast for us more often!" There was no sarcasm from Claire, never from her. She truly believed Cassandra's cooking was great.

"Oh, I have some blueberries, apples and strawberries." Claire nodded happily and walked towards the fridge next. Her own cooking was still on the pan.

"Should we do everything?" She asked from over her shoulder, pulling the containers from the shelves. "And yup, I got a gift, I hope she likes it." She places the fruit on the table, and turns off the pan and gets her own plate to dish the sausage.

When Claire brought over the fruit, Cassandra eyed the sausage precariously before the demigoddess seemed to move and plate them herself. An inner sigh of relief. Cassandra did pause to make sure both the stove eyes were turned off before moving to the assorted breads and drinks to the table.

"What if she likes crispy? What if she likes soft?" Claire tossed back. "I was just making sure." She looks over to Cass' pan. "Ouuu the cheese looks good. Are we cooking our own breakfast too?" Her fingers drift towards the hot pan.

Stopping herself from hitting her sister's fingers, because the pan would ultimately punish her behavior if she pushed her luck, Cassandra shook her head. "I think you are overthinking it. Give it another minute and the put it on the plate." She states, and she takes the spatula and pushed around the eggs until they seemed a little bit crispy... That's how you did it right?

"That looks good," She shuffled towards Cass and peered at her pan. The egg was sizzling happily. "Maybe you can cook breakfast for us more often!" There was no sarcasm from Claire, never from her. She truly believed Cassandra's cooking was great.

"Oh, I have some blueberries, apples and strawberries." Claire nodded happily and walked towards the fridge next. Her own cooking was still on the pan.

"Should we do everything?" She asked from over her shoulder, pulling the containers from the shelves. "And yup, I got a gift, I hope she likes it." She places the fruit on the table, and turns off the pan and gets her own plate to dish the sausage.

"How come we didn't buy food from the Flower Mill instead?" She waits for the pan to heat up, without really understanding how to do it. "Miss Angela has tasty croissants, I know Charlotte gets some sometimes."

"What if she likes crispy? What if she likes soft?" Claire tossed back. "I was just making sure." She looks over to Cass' pan. "Ouuu the cheese looks good. Are we cooking our own breakfast too?" Her fingers drift towards the hot pan.

continuation from here.

@mpxclaire :

"Hmm...fruit giving powers sound interesting.." Claire tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Though pretty dangerous, I don't think it's a good idea for any old person to just randomly get powers. I mean, Cassie takes extra care with her fire thingy, it would be bad if some random newbie got them." She continues as she arranges the things on the counter, straightening up at Hecate's question. She supposed the goddess wasn't too bad. At least she was less scary when they first met and Claire wasn't oblivious to her attempts at making a connection. Not a lot of deities did that for their kids. At her question Claire wrinkles her nose. "It...actually doesn't taste like anything." She confesses with a small laugh remembering the time she ate one. It looked pretty cool with the pink and green skin and the inside had looked tempting to eat. "The texture is soft, like jello but it doesn't taste like jello...It's a weird fruit. Don't eat it." She added with a soft giggle.

Hecate smiled fondly as Claire voiced out her thoughts and at the mention of Cassandra, the goddess chuckled by knowing her daughter had chosen to be cautious with her destructive powers. Given her apparent temperament, Hecate had no trouble imagining Cassandra could be out there with her abilities, but she knew her triplets would be better than that. "Any old person? You think a younger mind wouldn't be as dangerous? Imagine being given powers before you even understand how to deal with the world."

She wouldn't dare to mess with Claire's work so Hecate was careful when leaning on the counter to not accidentally interfere with the neatly placed items. But she felt the need to be closer to her daughter, but keeping proximity at a comfortable distance. "Uh? Really?" At Claire's first description towards the fruit, Hecate raises her brows, quite surprised with the reveal and honestly, confused. "No taste whatsoever as in, you eat it but no flavour, no scent? No nothing?"

She was grateful when Hecate continued talking about dragon fruit, and she looked back at her mother thoughtfully. "Nope," She said this rather cheerfully, mostly amused again at her mother's incredulity.

"I..." Her cheeks reddened a bit, as Hecate asked her favorite fruit. "I like peaches too." She smiled, this time a bit more warmly. She was not a person who had artifice, and when she liked something, or was pleased. She would show it. Claire was not going to hide that she liked the idea that she and her mom shared something alike.

"Sausage...Sausage..." She murmurs as she looks for the links. She spotted them, reaching to hold a link only to drop it back on its plate. "Ooof cold." She peered at it as if it was an interesting experiment. "Do I just fry these?"

"Yeah. Of course they are cold, weirdo. I just took them out of the fridge." Looking at those same sausages, she tried to wrack her brains on how Charlotte always did it. "Yeah. I think she put a pan on the middle dial, and she just rolled them around in the pan from time to time."

"How come we didn't buy food from the Flower Mill instead?" She waits for the pan to heat up, without really understanding how to do it. "Miss Angela has tasty croissants, I know Charlotte gets some sometimes."

arwyn didn't really like the way that claire was so nonplussed about being in the dark forest at such a late hour. sure, likewise--he shouldn't have been out sneaking around in the forest too, but on days with the fuller moon, he liked going somewhere a little more barren and peaceful for a few hours...just to glance up at the moon and feel a little closer to his father.

a stupid sentiment, really.

but well.

arwyn scrunched his nose cutely at her words, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he rocked back and forth upon his feet nervously. usually, he wasn't as jittery as he seemed to be, but the night sky above them seemed a little too dark for his taste.

it wasn't acting as normal as it should be. or perhaps...that was simply just his nerves making itself known at the most inopportune moment and place.

"Haven't you gone on a midnight walk before?" She asked curiously, no judgement in her tone--merely wondering. Still, at his words she led the way towards a brighter area, not much due to the cloudy sky, but better than the shades of the trees earlier.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

"Sausage...Sausage..." She murmurs as she looks for the links. She spotted them, reaching to hold a link only to drop it back on its plate. "Ooof cold." She peered at it as if it was an interesting experiment. "Do I just fry these?"

"If that's what you call dragon fruit yes?" Claire's brow was furrowed, looking back at the goddess standing in Happy Berry. The eldest of the triplets was slowly getting used to Hecate coming around. She had liked her birthday gift, and had seen her sisters get one two. But Claire had always been the easiest to befriend. She was terribly trusting, it was the reason their father managed to control her all these years.

At the memory of their father, Claire shook her head. It was silly to miss the man who kept her locked up in a basement. But the sight of her mother brought the memory back of being abandoned. Frowning to herself she placed the box she was carrying atop the counter.

"What's a devil fruit, mother?" She asked instead, both curious and not wanting to explain the look on her face earlier.

"How silly of me, that is what I meant, a dragon fruit." Hecate looked obviously embarrassed, failing to remember the name of the food her daughter had been snacking on earlier. "My apologies Claire. But answering to your question, I remember hearing the term devil fruit from one of my students. We were debating the influence of magic in pop culture and she started talking about this tv show where people gained powers by eating fruit…" Hecate's voice is calm, occasionally glancing at the items surrounding the two.

She supposed the goddess wasn't too bad. At least she was less scary when they first met and Claire wasn't oblivious to her attempts at making a connection. Not a lot of deities did that for their kids.

@mpxclaire

Cassandra had never really been on full of holiday cheer, but the demigoddess did care about her sisters enjoying the holidays. This typically meant she did things that she found stupid for their sake, and constantly, she took this time of year as a chance to return the love they had given her. She was never great at showing that affection, but Cassie had her moments. For this Christmas, she had convinced Claire to help her make breakfast, allowing Charlotte a chance to sleep in.