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INVENTORY
· His canon clothing.
· His canon sword, The Burning Thorn.
· His half of The Founder's Grasp, a pair of bracelets of which Clive possesses the twin.
    NOTE: Ydalir has enchanted this bracelet, allowing Joshua to assume the form of a small,
    cockatiel-sized Phoenix.
· His copy of the Journal of Moss.
· A photographed family portrait of his own family, in fine (but not royal) clothing and
    appearing happy.
· A stock of medicine for his coughing, supplied by Pure Vanilla Cookie.
· An ear cuff, custom made by Sesa and gifted to him by Dion.
    NOTE: Ydalir has enchanted this ear cuff, allowing Joshua to create a small ball of light
    similar to Dion's that fires three quick laser blasts before disappearing.
· A small stolas, requested from home. Her name is Willowisp, and she coos a lot and
    accepts snacks.
    NOTE: Pure Vanilla Cookie has now linked her as Joshua's familiar.

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[ And Founders, but the look Clive gives him is so fond. Some things never change, and for that, he's extraordinarily thankful. It doesn't matter what they go through, Joshua will always be Joshua.

He takes his brother's hand this time, up near his elbow for a better grip, and let's him help him to his feet.

His horns bring a cushion with him. ]

Were stuck in the couch.

[ He very carefully turns himself to begin picking up the mess he's made, collecting the cushion to put it back, then herding the pillows back up onto it as well. Rearranges the sheets and blankets. Turns carefully again, grinning a little. ]

Ready for food?

[ No teasing this time or he'll prolly jam his tail in the door. ]

[ Oh, that poor cushion. Joshua can see the padding from inside as Clive takes it from his own. Maybe those can be repaired... ]

We should find some protective padding to put on the end of your horns. I'd hate for you to get stuck on something, or worse.

[ Hmm. He'll have to look around, see what he can find. But Clive isn't the only one to clean up the mess. Joshua helps. After all, he made some of the mess himself. Books get stacked neatly back where they had been before his wing knocked them off. ]

I think so. Let's hope we don't get anything stuck in a door or stepped on.

[ He's looking at his own pinions. He doesn't even want to think about how painful it would be to have one or more of them yanked out. ]

We are not going to pad my horns...

[ The idea is insulting and makes Clive wrinkle his nose much like his brother would. He doesn't do it often but sometimes that Rosfield trait pulls through. Not that he doesn't understand where his brother is coming from... Sigh.

The idea of getting stuck in the door, and the way Joshua is looking at his own pinions, makes Clive frown. His tail wont get pulled out but those feathers. ]

You first.

[ ... Actually. Before Joshua can step out, he stops him. Grabs the sheet off the couch. Carefully fits it under Joshua's wings and over his shoulders to work it into a top. Enough to hide him.

There. Better. ]

It's either that or suffer damage to our furniture while you figure out your balance.

[ He'd rather play on the safe side, honestly. Whether his brother agrees or not, he's going to look into what might be good for padding.

But while he turns to leave as Clive has indicated, he isn't expecting Clive to stop him. Joshua turns, angling a wing so that he can look over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, and then he's assaulted with fabric. It takes a moment to figure out what his brother is even doing, and once it registers, he sputters softly. ]

And what about you? Don't you need a shirt?

[ The question makes him glance down at himself. Thinks about it for a second, then grabs a blanket and slings it around his shoulders like a cape, tying it to the side so his left arm can move through the side, but it covers his chest.

Then glances up as his brother like better? With a soft little grin, before gesturing for his brother to step through the door.

They both look a little ridiculous but it's going to have to work until they can get shirts and pants that work... ]

[ Oh. A little ridiculous is an understatement, particularly with how cold it's been out, but... Well. They'll make do. Joshua, at least, does not laugh. ]

We'll speak to Ain as soon as we can.

[ He frankly has no idea how he's going to be able to put on a coat like this. Not unless he cuts apart the coat he has now. But, they're not going outside now, so it's fine. He exits the room, waiting in the hallway to make sure that Clive doesn't have any issues with the doorway. ]

[ He may not but Clive does huff a soft laugh to speaking with Ain, nodding. ]

The sooner, the better.

[ He follows his brother out the door and takes the time to make sure his tail is entirely through before shutting it. But just because your tail is entirely through doesn't mean you calculated for horns, and there's a soft clunk as he closes the door into them.

He merely sighs and gestures for his brother to walk as he rubs his head. There went all his brother's hard work. ]

What would you like to learn to cook?

[ Oh no. There he goes. Joshua tries so, so hard not to laugh, but... well. He disguises a soft one behind his hand anyway. He can't help it. He's like Torgal as a small puppy, wobbling all over the place and learning his footing. ]

Let's begin with something that you're familiar with making. Your skill is... admittedly far better than my own.

[ He knows how to cook, in theory. A very estranged theory. In practice, it would be a nightmare. ]

[ The laugh makes him pout but only a little, and he drops his hand as they begin to move for the stairs. ]

Hm, some roasted vegetables then. It's hard to mess those up.

[ Not impossible of course, but he has faith in his brother as they make their way to the Inns kitchen. ]

I know you're very eager for your sugar beet, but maybe a potato?

[ Roasted vegetables... The only reason that Joshua doesn't wrinkle his nose is because he knows without a doubt that his brother won't include carrots in that.

But, he does sigh at the return of the sugar beet. He'll get his own sweetened tea in time. ]

Potatoes would be just fine.

[ He thinks he can manage that. Probably. ]

[ The sigh makes him smile softly, the very epitome of a satisfied big brother, and he moves to take the lead once they're on the ground floor to take his brother into the kitchen. ]

Go ahead and make your tea, first.

[ He moves around the kitchen with ease as he knows where everything is, finding the potatoes to begin cleaning them. ]

[ For all that he's been in the inn this past month, Joshua is just realizing he's never actually been to the kitchen. Due to being in an inn, it seems a little more complex than the kitchens he's used to seeing these days. He pauses, looking around. There must be a kettle somewhere... ah. ]

Would you like any?

[ He asks, as he fills the kettle with fresh water and sets it atop the flame. ]

Yes, please.

[ He knows Joshua won't add sugar or cream to his. He ponders the potatoes, trying to decide what would be easier for Joshua. He thinks he'll start his brother on baked first. ]

Can you get the oven going? Make it pretty hot, we're baking a potato.

[ Good. He filled the kettle with enough water anyway. Joshua moves to go through the cabinets, finding two cups, and then looking for the tea. Where is it... ]

Mm? Baked?

[ That's... well. He supposes that's the same as being roasted, in a way? Retrieving a tin of tea leaves, he moves back to the oven. How... does he get this going. After a little bit of exploration and pondering, he figures it out. But how hot is "pretty hot"? ]

What do we need to do?

[ That makes him grin and he moves over to join his brother, reaching around him to fiddle with the knobs too until he finds the right spot. There was a lot of trial and error before. ]

We need to let this reach the right heat. Like a forge, we can't stick the potato in while it's too cool or it won't bake right.

[ His tail sways, Clive pleased he's figured this out (ovens are neat) and sends a few bags of vegetables tumbling.

He growls. ]

I'm chopping it off and you can't stop me.

[ Ah. So that's how it works. Fascinating! Clive clearly knows what he's doing. ]

I see. And if it's too hot, it will burn?

[ It makes sense.

Though, because he's not looking, the sudden smacking and knocking over of the vegetables startles him, and his feathers ruffle up in surprise. Yes, including the downy ones peppering his hair. Founder-- He takes a moment, smoothing them down with his hands. ]

No you aren't. Because if you do, I'll have to heal you to stop the bleeding.

[ Not that he takes his brother's threat seriously, of course. ]

You will let me bleed out like I deserve.

[ He helps smooth the ruffled feathers of his brothers hair down with a soft snort, then tries to figure out a way to wind his tail around so it doesn't get in the way anymore, as he goes to begin picking vegetables up before just... sweeping them into a corner.

Don't judge him. ]

And yes. Ovens aren't really like our wood fires. They keep the heat in, which I found out means if it's too hot it will just cook everything faster.

[ Unlike fire which is burnt because you're an idiot and didn't take it away fast enough. ]

I will not. I won't--

[ "--be responsible for you dying again." That's almost what he says, but he bites it off, holding his tongue. He doesn't want to think about it.

So, instead, he stands, watching his brother sweep vegetables into the corner like a child. Clive, those are perfectly good. ]

How long does it take to bake a potato, then?

[ Joshua's tone makes Clive glance over, eyebrow arched. In time to get the look his brother gives him from him sweeping the vegetables aside. He huffs and scowls and looks away. The floor is clean they will survive there for now.

He moves back over to the Oven, careful now, and points to one of the knobs. ]

The oven will make a horrid noise akin to what we heard in the Fallens tower, then we move this knob [ he points to one ] until a one symbol appears on this spot [ indicates the hour spot of the timer ] and then hit start.

[ Words that are still very foreign to him, but he's getting used to it. He frowns a little. ]

It's quite a while, but it is a whole potato we are cooking, and if we add more potatos the time doesn't change so there is that.

[... well, he's glad that Clive understands all of... this. Joshua frowns at the oven, recalling the awful, loud buzzing sound of the alarms. An oven using Fallen mechanisms sounds a lot like something Mid would make. ]

Hit... start?

[ Do you have to actually hit it? That can't be comfortable. Surely not. ]

So, what you're saying is, we should do several potatoes at once. At least two. And we just place them inside the oven and wait?

Oh.

[ He hears his brother's confusion, offers him a smile. ]

It's just called "hit". You don't actually hit it, you just push the button with your finger.

[ Guess who DID hit it and then had to be hastily corrected so he didn't break the oven by punching it every time. ]

Right. We can have tea while it's cooking and prep some other things.

[ He moves back over to the potato he had been washing, adding another. Then holds out a fork to his brother. ]

Here, stab this into the washed one a few times.

Oh. I see.

[ Though, he can vividly imagine Clive's response to being told the same. Clive would hit it, without hesitation.

Joshua glances at the kettle. He still can't pick up the sound of the water boiling yet, so they should have time to work on the potatoes.

He is not expecting to be handed a fork, though. He frowns at it, lifting the washed potato with his other hand. ]

Ah... All right.

[ He isn't sure why, exactly. But it isn't easy, as he finds out a moment later. The fork tends to get stuck in the potato. Thankfully, his strength boon keeps his arm from getting too tired, but goodness. ]

What does this do?

[ And he did. With only slight hesitation to confirm they said hit it.

And his brothers obvious confusion makes him grin as he scrubs the other potato down, watching from the corner of his eye as he goes about stabbing the potato with the fork. ]

It let's the potato vent air, otherwise it quite acts like a blocked engine on Mids ship.

[ He stops washing to briefly flick his fingers open with a boom noise. Joshua knows very well how Clive knows. Done washing the other potato, he holds it carefully in his right hand to stab it repeatedly with another fork. ]

Plus, it's a great anger outlet?

[ Ah. Clive doesn't need to do much more than visualize it - he can understand that very well. Even if it sounds a bit terrifying. ]

Well, we wouldn't want exploding potatoes.

[ He says it with a soft laugh, continuing to stab the potato with the fork. It is fairly stress-relieving, now that Clive says it... ]

Did you learn all of this while... you know.

[ You know.

Clive is silent for a moment, simply aerating his potato before setting it aside once it's sufficiently poked. Then he leans back against the counter, before grunting and turning a bit to the side. Ifrits spikes are a pain in the ass.

He nods gently, arms going across his chest as he ponders the distance as they wait for the oven to heat. ]

Though I was treated better than most, being a fighter they couldn't afford to lose, we were often left to fend for ourselves. They called it good practice. Hunt an animal, find some root vegetables, then cook them or starve. After so often of unseasoned meat and under-cooked vegetables, we got creative.

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this is gay

#rosfields

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