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POSTED ON Feb 5, 2022 18:50:31 GMT

Complex sweets were a bit of a rarity growing up given that her parents were pretty poor. When they had money to spend on food they blew it on take-out and pizza. The fridge and pantry spent most of their days empty and desolate. A large Hot n Ready Extra Pepperoni cost ten bucks and lasted a family of three most of the week. Suffice to say, baking (and most cooking that required more than one pan and a box of premeasured ingredients) was beyond Cyg’s scope of aptitude.

So when the Rocket higher-ups nabbed her as the pastry chef to plan, create, and serve a dessert menu to a group of well-offs, Cyg almost threw the mission back in their face and quit the force. But she’d allowed herself a cigarette that morning and was a bit less volatile than usual, so she’d just accepted the summons and shuffled off to the kitchen location to begin planning. The organization had given her a stocked kitchen and some nice tools to throw around, so the money part was taken care of for her.

That still left the actual planning and pulling it off part. Tempted as she was to just phone it in with something easy, this was her chance to make an impression doing something relatively simple. She hastily searched the internet for ‘easiest dessert recipes’ and clicked on the first article that popped up.

Baked ricotta cake was the first option on the menu and Cyg pulled a face of disgust. That was cheese, wasn’t it? Likewise, the next option was some sort of yogurt cake from a person who spelled yogurt with an ‘h’.

“I might be in over my head.”

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Lisa Bortiforte

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POSTED ON Feb 6, 2022 11:07:33 GMT

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[attr="class","tctext"]While normally it would be wise to steer clear of a poisoner's food and drink, it must be said Elisabeth was a wonder in the kitchen. Her civilian front, a little flower shop in Petalburg, sold little treats and teas on the side infused with her fresh flowers; she had even taken part in a recent baking show for the city's shopkeepers.[break][break]

So while it was natural, and frankly sensible, for many Rockets to balk at being fed by someone known for rendering their enemies lifeless on the ground, Elisabeth couldn't resist accepting the opportunity to showcase the less lethal part of her talents. [break][break]

Elisabeth had arrived slightly late, due to an unexpectedly tedious run-in with a customer in Petalburg (How many elaborate romantic flower arrangements did that make this month? Goodness). "I apologize for my delay," the blonde said smoothly, her lilting Kalosian accent unmistakable. She looked at the stocked kitchen with approval, pleased. "What desserts are on the menu for today? I was thinking perhaps..."[break][break]

Her voice trailed off as she saw ana fell googling "Easiest dessert recipes" on her laptop. The expression on her face was anything but excited. Not a single other member of the team was in sight. [break][break]

"Oh dear," Elisabeth said with a wry smile, tying her apron about her waist; it was stitched to show several Sunflora and Bellossom picnicking with a Florges. "I am beginning to think I was the only one who signed up for this task willingly."[break][break]

The noblewoman extended a hand in greeting. "My name is Elisabeth. I will be your partner on this mission." The words were playful, but there was a truth to them; she knew better than anyone how poorly powerful people reacted to, ahem, food poisoning.

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POSTED ON Feb 6, 2022 18:19:29 GMT

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Cyg was about to call it quits and make a dash to the market for boxed cake when the voice of angels filtered through the stainless steel death trap of a kitchen. She looked like an angel, too, as Cyg peered over her shoulder at the newcomer. In she waltzed on a golden blonde halo, voice neatly clipped with just the barest hint of a melody. She apologized for her tardiness and then summed Cyg up with a gaze that could be called pained if she wasn’t being so sweet about it.

“Oh, thank god,” Cyg said, relief audible in her voice. She didn’t even care if this person could bake. She was just overjoyed to not be walking the plank alone. “They didn’t give me a menu. They told me to come up with one. I tried to tell them my litmus for any sort of cooking is opening a carton of ice cream but, y’know how they get when they need someone for the job.”

The angel spun her artfully embroidered apron with such a skill that Cyg relaxed a little. This woman moved like she knew what she was doing. “Yeah, I think so,” Cyg confirmed, “because they more or less just grabbed me off the street.” She took the offered hand with a firm, shamelessly calloused shake. “I’m Cygne, but you can call me Cyg.”

There was something about the way the woman-- Elisabeth Fiorelli -- spoke that made goosebumps raise along the nape of Cyg’s neck. Something powerful, yet bitter, at the core of this angel food cake. “That’s a relief to hear.” She dropped Elisabeth’s hand and reached for a spare apron hanging from the handle of a nearby oven-- a plain khaki thing embroidered with a singular, red ‘R’. “I don’t really have prior knowledge but I’m a fast learner.” She’s wired buildings before-- this couldn’t be too difficult, once she knew where to begin. “Just point me in the right direction and tell me what to do.”

It was comfortable to defer to someone who clearly had more experience than it took to master the frozen pizza section.

mission: affection's confections | my ANGLE Elisabeth Fiorelli | wearing

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Lisa Bortiforte

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POSTED ON Feb 6, 2022 19:33:04 GMT

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[attr="class","tctext"] "What a lovely name. A pleasure to meet you, Cyg." The two women shook hands; Elisabeth noted with approval how calloused her partner's palms were. A hard worker indeed. In contrast, Elisabeth's were deceptively smooth, nothing to betray her hours of weeding and gardening (it had taken her some time to perfect her skincare routine, but the results showed).[break][break]
Elisabeth listened with no small amount of sympathy as Cyg outlined her plight. Had the situation been different and Elisabeth been thrown into wiring a building by herself, Elisabeth likely would have been similarly frazzled. Likely electrocuted, for that matter.[break][break]
Thankfully this was an arena she knew well enough for both of them.[break][break]
"Rocket can be relentless when they want to be, yes," she agreed with a sigh. "Wise to keep more than one person in the kitchen, though, in the event of foul play. Better still if they are people who haven't worked with one another before. Decreases likelihood of sabotaging the VIPs."[break][break]
She hadn't meant to say the thought aloud, but it remained true: always better to have two pairs of eyes than one.[break][break]
Elisabeth pressed a finger to her lips, considering Cyg. Both were now armed in aprons, ready to work. And for the first time, Elisabeth found herself in the role of a Rocket superior directing a new recruit.[break][break]
"Given your uncertainty with baking, it might help if you think of it as chemistry," Elisabeth said. "Baking is a lot of following formulas to reach an exact result. Measuring the correct amount of ingredients, heating it the right length of time at the right temperature... So on and so forth." [break][break]
She tucked a stray strand of blonde hair back into her braid. "I am thinking we keep the menu simple. Some sort of meringue, perhaps, as an opening treat. A signature pie or cake to fill them. A fruit salad, maybe, for the more health-conscious present. And we might consider a dessert drink of some kind--alcoholic, do you think? I can't think of many well-to-do folks who could say no to that."[break][break]
An eyebrow lifted, Elisabeth turned to Cyg for confirmation. "What do you think? Do you have a preference?"[break][break]
While she waited, Elisabeth threw three Pokeballs, out of which emerged a Bellossom, a Roselia, and a Scizor. "We'll also need some trusty staff to help us," she said with a smile. Indicating each individual Pokemon respectively, she said, "Please meet Daffodil, Primrose, and Amaranth."

Daffodil (♀) HEALER: Petal Blizzard, Petal Dance, Sweet Scent, Magical Leaf

Primrose (♀) POISON POINT: Petal Blizzard, Synthesis, Aromatherapy, Giga Drain, Magical Leaf, Toxic

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a. z. fell

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POSTED ON Feb 7, 2022 0:25:35 GMT

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Cyg wasn’t, like, great at reading people, but she sensed there was more to Elisabeth Fiorelli than met the eye. She seemed all dainty and porcelain-skinned, but porcelain had sharp edges. Cyg felt rather frumpy in comparison, with her off-brand Chucks and frayed denim overalls, and found a stray stitch in her apron that she could pluck at with one finger to belay her anxiety.

She listened sagely as Elisabeth outlined the likely reasons behind why Rocket did what it did, which was a miracle in and of itself. “That checks out,” Cyg confirmed, though begrudged to admit to agreement. Once she looked past the fact that she was uncomfortable and a bit ticked at such grunt work, she did have to allow that it made some sort of sense, upside backways though it was. “‘Snot like we’re planning on poisoning anyone, right?” She said with a laugh.

She sobered as Elisabeth gave a brief overview of the ins and outs of baking-- and Cyg was astounded to discover she found it made sense. Baking was chemistry and chemistry was formulas. She could do this. She could.

Elisabeth seemed to have a plan and Cyg nodded along as she listed things off-- but she was caught off guard when the senior Rocket member asked for her input. “Uh, I like alcohol,” she said, lamely, as her form of agreement. “We could do, like, a spiked hot chocolate. Peppermint schnapps?” she made a spiral with her finger to mimic the heaping of whipped cream on top of a drink she was imagining. “My, uh, brief foray on the internet talked about lemon merengue, which, like, seems the most basic one? And chocolate cake, right, that’s simple. But we can make it snazzy?” She realized, despite herself, she was starting to get excited about this whole prospect.

Cyg watched in awe as the light faded and the three Pokemon stood before them. She lifted a hand in greeting after their respective introductions. “Hi, flowers,” she said, a smile finding its way to her face. She fished Feldspar’s sphere out from beneath her apron and released the monkey in his own beam of light. Instead of zipping out and standing to attention, like Daffodil, Primrose, and Amaranth, her Grookey gave a big, tooth-showing yawn, then toddled off to a nearby pile of burlap flour sacks, where he promptly flopped over and began to snore, all in a manner of seconds.

“He’s… not gonna be much help,” Cyg said, embarrassed.

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Lisa Bortiforte

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POSTED ON Feb 7, 2022 12:02:54 GMT

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[attr="class","tctext"] "We're not poisoning anyone today, at least," Elisabeth said with a sly little smile. "We'll see what tomorrow looks like, hm?" She was kidding. Mostly.[break][break]
Elisabeth decided almost immediately that she liked Cyg. She was bright, eager to work, and self-confident to boot. If Cyg was self-conscious about her appearance, Elisabeth hardly noticed; instead she had focused on the woman's willingness to dive headfirst into something that was, for all intents and purposes, outside her comfort zone. It spoke well of her tenacity. And she seemed to be getting excited, which delighted Elisabeth considerably.[break][break]
The input that Cyg had given was likewise sound. "Lemon meringue, chocolate cake, peppermint schnapps, and fruit salad," Elisabeth repeated in agreement, writing the menu down on a napkin in an elegant scrawl. "As for you, Feldspar," she said warmly, turning to the sleepy Grookey, "I'd be honored if you were our taste tester today."[break][break]
Elisabeth rolled up her sleeves, going through the items on the menu one by one. "Let's see. The meringue is simple enough--eggs, sugar, and lemon juice." She brought out the carton of eggs, separating the whites from the yolks one by one in the bowl. "Would you like to learn how to separate egg whites?" Elisabeth asked Cyg pleasantly. "It isn't terribly difficult."[break][break]

Her blue eyes glanced up at her Scizor's, voice growing stern with command. "Amaranth, when we're done, you're in charge of beating the egg whites. Be sure to sprinkle in sugar throughout, won't you?"[break][break]

The Scizor snapped her pincers in agreement, ready to whip the egg whites into a foamy frenzy.[break][break]

"How fortunate that we have two ovens," Elisabeth said with a soft murmur of relief. "One for the meringue, one for the chocolate cake..." She glanced up at Cyg, an almost conspiratorial smile shared between them. "You know, there's no shame in using a boxed cake as a foundation. I assure you, we could still make it snazzy."[break]

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POSTED ON Feb 8, 2022 1:54:00 GMT

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Cyg fell into the laugh quite naturally, because of course they weren’t poisoning anyone, today or otherwise. But Elisabeth Fiorelli ’s smile was so quick and so quaint that it caught Cyg off guard, and her mind spiraled back to how effortlessly she had decoded the ulterior motives of Rocket’s whole scheme with this baking bit and her chuckle tumbled away: “Ahah.. hah… heh.”

This woman was more dangerous than she reckoned, Cyg realized.

She still liked Elisabeth, though. She was kind and sharp and genuinely seemed willing to lend a hand. She didn’t even seem to mind her useless Grookey and when she asked him to be the official tastetester he lifted his head. In the blink of an eye he was up and hovering over Elisabeth’s shoulder, eagerly paying attention to what she was doing.

“Wow,” Cyg said with a snort, “that’s amazing.” As Elisabeth gathered ingredients, Cyg grabbed things she felt like they’d need-- bowls and spoons and measuring cups, and made sure an electric stand mixer was plugged in. “Ooh ooh ooh, I saw this on Good Morning Hoenn once.” She grabbed an egg and tapped it on the counter-- a bit too hard, as it almost cracked in half in her hands. Gingerly she pulled the pieces apart and ever so slowly she rocked the contents from one half of the fractured shell to the other, dripping more of the egg white into the bowl with each flop of the yolk.

Once she had only yolk in an eggshell, she turned to Elisabeth with a beaming smile, her own proud grin mixing well with Elisabeth’s slightly sneaky countenance. “Oh, yeah, that’s a great idea. We can frost it pretty, or something.” She picked up another egg, determined to break it softer this time.

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Lisa Bortiforte

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Camphrier Town, Kalos

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POSTED ON Feb 8, 2022 20:29:47 GMT

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[attr="class","tctext"] "Excellently done," Elisabeth complimented Cyg as the egg whites were separated. "You learned that from a morning show? Goodness, what a sharp memory you have." There was no sarcasm in the statement, just genuine astonishment and awe. Elisabeth's mind often wandered when watching television--she was more bookish in many ways, having grown up in a less technologically-savvy household.[break][break]
With their powers combined, soon the egg whites were ready for Amaranth to mix with the sugar and lemon juice. While the Scizor busied herself with the mixer, Elisabeth preheated the oven and hummed in thought. "Let's go for unfrosted vanilla shortbread cakes, then. Gives us a lot of room to improvise." The blonde handed her Bellossom a tiny purse along with written instructions on which cakes to buy. Daffodil bobbed her petaled head obediently and darted off.[break][break]
While the two women waited for Daffodil's return, the mugs for the hot chocolate peppermint schnapps were prepared. Elisabeth took control of the sauce pan, whisking cocoa powder, milk, vanilla and cinnamon together on a medium heat; Cyg's supplied measuring cups and ingredients helped make prep for the task quick and easy. "Do we have any whipped cream in the fridge?" Elisabeth asked. "That would work well with some chocolate chips, cinnamon, or candy canes for topping off the hot chocolate. I'm not certain what all we have, though."[break][break]
The hot chocolate, meanwhile, was moving along nicely. Elisabeth lifted a spoonful of it to her lips and smiled, then brought it to Cyg's Grookey to try. "What do you think, Feldspar? Does it pass inspection?"[break][break]
After receiving his feedback and responding appropriately, Elisabeth placed a lid on the saucepan and lowered the heat. "When we're ready to serve, we can pour the finished hot chocolate into the mugs and stir in the schnapps." Solemnly, as if imparting a grave duty, Elisabeth said to Cyg directly, "Then I'll leave it to you to decorate to your heart's desire." [break][break]
Suddenly Daffodil was tottering back into the kitchen with three boxes one on top of the other, sweating profusely as she handed them off to the much-taller Roselia to place on the counter.[break][break]
"My, my," Elisabeth said, patting the tired little Bellossom on the head. "I should have given you a partner, shouldn't I? Next time I'll send Prim with you." [break][break]
The three cakes were the exact same size and round shape, all ready to be frosted and decorated as desired. "I think we have three choices here," Elisabeth said, eyeing the cakes. "We either make each cake identical, themed similarly, or three distinct cakes from one another. What's your preference?"[break]

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a. z. fell

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POSTED ON Feb 10, 2022 0:14:15 GMT

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Cyg beamed at the compliment. “We couldn’t afford cable so we just had basic TV growing up. I watched a lot of daytime television in the summer.” She finished the task and passed it off to the Pincer Pokemon to make short work of. She watched Elisabeth Fiorelli waltz around the kitchen like a practiced dancer, turning knobs and flipping switches, and delegating tasks to her Pokemon with a firm grace that left no room for questioning.

“Why don’t you listen to me like that?” Cyg, arms full of measuring cups and ingredients, asked her Grookey, who was helpfully sticking his hand in a new bag of sugar. He just made a satisfied ooh noise. Cyg made sure to mark which bag was monkey-touched.

She stood by Elizabeth’s side and helped measure things out as instructed. When prompted, she stepped to the large, stainless steel fridge. “Uh, we don’t have the spray can stuff but we have… heavy whipping cream?” she read the label on the carton. “We can put that in a stand mixer, yeah?” She went to set it up.

Feldspar, meanwhile, tasted the offering and cheered happily.

“Okay, captain diabetes,” Cyg said, ruffling the green chimp’s furry head, one hand resting along side a silver mixing bowl and carefully watching the cream whip up into fluffy mountains “help me find some chocolate or sprinkles or candy or whatever’s in here.” Grookey hooted his acknowledgement and went to rummaging through cabinets and drawers. “Y’know, I’ve never seen him so responsive,” Cyg commented above the buzz of the stand mixer. “I should try bribing him with sugar more often.”

Once the cream had enough air and sugar beat into it to make peaks on the whisk, Cyg turned off the stand mixer, and helped Primrose put the cakes on the counter. “Ummm… hmm.” She dragged a fingertip along her jawline in thought. “Why don’t we… oh! We’ll do one with red flowers, one with pink flowers, and one with blue flowers!” she said, pointing at the flowers on Daffodil and Primrose respectively, arms crossing over each other.

Feldspar came back then with a whole armful of chocolate, candies, caramels, and sprinkles-- and more than a little smeared across his face. Cyg helped relieve him of his saccharine bounty and found an unopened shaker of heart-shaped sprinkles and a package of white-and-peppermint swirled chocolates. “These are perfect,” she confirmed, and Feldspar hoo-haa’d in delight.

“I’ll let you handle the cakes, if you don’t mind. My frosting skills aren’t quite up to snuff. Good for a six-year-old’s birthday cake, but probably not for anyone important.”

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Lisa Bortiforte

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Camphrier Town, Kalos

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POSTED ON Feb 10, 2022 17:54:27 GMT

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[attr="class","tctext"] Elisabeth listened to Cygne's description of her homelife with keen interest. "We had the money for cable," she said, pursing her lips, "but my father was rather against too much technology in the home. Screens and whatnot. I think I always felt a few years behind my peers in Kalos in that regard. The only television was in my parents' room, and they shared it with me for movies as a child, that's all. I suppose I never developed much of an interest in watching it after." Now that she'd said it all aloud, it all sounded rather pretentious and frumpy to admit to, didn't it? Elisabeth chuckled to herself, mildly embarrassed. "You must think me quite the old lady now, hm?"[break][break]

Though Cyg joked her Grookey wasn't as attentive as Elisabeth's motley crew of floral staff, Feldspar seemed to be doing quite well in assisting in the kitchen--at least from what the blonde could see. All the items he had found for the hot cocoa mugs were a delight. "He's plenty useful, aren't you, Feldspar?" Elisabeth said, smiling so that a single dimple marked her right cheek. "Well done. The whipped cream is looking wonderful, by the way, Cyg. You have a way with a mixer."[break][break]

Cyg's recommendation for the theming of the cakes was a popular one with all three of Elisabeth's Pokemon, who all eagerly circled around Cyg with vigorous nods of agreement. It was endearing how quickly they had warmed to this new person, all by the virtue of a single, well-timed compliment. Elisabeth couldn't help but laugh. "That's a fine idea. Very well! I'll leave the schnapps to you and begin frosting the cakes. Primrose and Daffodil, could you provide some petals for me?" Before the two Grass types could get too excited, Elisabeth raised a finger sternly. "Try to keep the PETAL BLIZZARD rather controlled, if you would--wouldn't want to injure anyone in the kitchen, now would we?" Both nodded somewhat abashedly, recalling an unspoken of incident where that very thing happened. [break][break]

They had all worked so diligently and so efficiently that when the oven timer dinged to indicate the finished meringues, Elisabeth jumped a little, startled. "Goodness! That gave me a fright. Amaranth, could you take out the meringues?" They looked marvelous laid out on the counter, appetizing and delicate as they cooled.[break][break]

Each cake had been frosted in chocolate and adorned with the petals gifted by the Roselia and Bellossom, resulting in fanciful floral arrangements that quietly evoked the Pokemon's namesakes. Elisabeth couldn't help herself from including little fondant pearls to adorn their sides, selecting gold, pink, and blue pearls respectively for each cake. "Aren't you pretty," she whispered to the cakes approvingly, then called over her shoulder to Cyg. "I'm going to begin on cutting up the fruit salad--how are the peppermint schnapps coming?"[break][break]
It was all coming together splendidly, and the delivery time for the VIPs was well within reach. Elisabeth couldn't be happier with their progress.[break][break]

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Cyg listened politely as Elisabeth Fiorelli spoke about her past. “Nah, I don’t think you’re an old lady.” She smiled. “I know a lot of people who had lots of ‘limited screen time’ upbringings. It’s, like, a modern take on parenting, I guess. My parents just worked a lot and it was easier to sit me at home in front of the TV, I guess.”

Feldspar was glowing with compliments from his spot on the counter where he was shoving peppermints into his mouth. As Elisabeth and her Pokemon began decorating the cakes, scattering the kitchen with beautiful flower petals, Cyg began the intricate process of mixing peppermint schnapps into the drinks, taste testing every ounce or so. They wanted something with a nice kick, but not something that screamed ‘the child of an alcoholic made this’, she imagined.

She also jumped when the timer on the oven went off-- she and Feldspar huddled around the merengues and the artfully decorated cakes, eager to see the results of everyone’s combined hard work. “Man, that looks so good. We are so good at this. You are so good at this.”

When prompted, Cyg lifted a tray of ceramic mugs in pink and red. They had wobbly tops of foamy whipped cream, a scattering of pink and red heart sprinkles, and a peppermint stick ‘straw’ sprouting at an angle from the top of the drinks. “Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.” There were squeezy bottles of milk chocolate on the side with little pink ribbons tied around them.

Cyg gently set the tray down to fetch a knife and a cutting board. “What goes in a fruit salad?” she asked. “I mean, besides fruit?”

mission: affection's confections | Elisabeth Fiorelli | wearing | EXCITEMENT [break]

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[attr="class","tctext"] At the concept of 'modern take on parenting,' Elisabeth laughed brightly, so loudly that it was almost startling from the normally soft-spoken woman. [break][break]
"Gracious, do you know that's the first time anyone has ever called my parents modern?" She wiped a tear from her eyes, endlessly amused by the notion. "I'd come into Luminose City sometimes and it felt like I had stepped a decade ahead into the future. How funny. I suppose Camphrier Town was modern in that sense, wasn't it? The more things change, the more they stay the same, so the saying goes."[break][break]
The Fiorellis, to be sure, had been well-to-do and aristocratic figures, but among the nobles Elisabeth always felt dated in her dress and manner. The larger, wealthier noble families -- the ones stationed in the heart of Kalos -- were chic, stylish, and always aware of the latest pop culture trends.[break][break]
The blonde looked over her shoulder, grinning. "I actually spent most of growing up either reading in the library or playing with Wurmples and Caterpies in the garden. As you can imagine, the latter hobby was very popular with most girls my age." Oh how they shrieked and screamed in horror.[break][break]
Elisabeth liked talking with Cyg as she worked. The recruit was good company, and it made time move swiftly along. Amaranth had begun pouring the meringues into a beautiful glass bowl and sitting it upon a rolling tray prepared for the VIPs, while Primrose lifted the cakes upon a tiered display that had been taken from her flower shop in Petalburg City. [break][break]
If Feldspar snuck a tiny dollop of frosting from one, Elisabeth pretended not to notice and artfully disguised the smeared cake with a petal. Who's to say?[break][break]
One by one Elisabeth scooped melons into dainty salad bowls that curved like unfurled flower petals, cradling the bright fruits along with banana and apple slices in a glassy embrace. "As for what goes into the salad, it depends, really. Fruit alone is fine, but I like to drizzle a little honey for that extra something."[break][break]
Only once she had finished completing the individual fruit salads did Elisabeth step aside, admiring their beautiful handiwork as her Bellossom helped bring the ceramic mugs onto the tray beside the salad bowls.[break][break]
"You're a quick learner, and you think up excellent ideas," Elisabeth said in response to Cyg's praise, turning to the younger woman. "It's much slower doing something of this magnitude alone, and even slower with someone incompetent. You should be proud of yourself, Cygne."[break][break]
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Elisabeth motioned for Amaranth to begin pushing forward the rolling tray of desserts. The VIPs would be expecting them in just a few minutes, and all was perfectly in order, as it ought to be. [break][break]

"Well?" Elisabeth said, wiping her hands on her apron with a smile. "Are you ready to take a bow and show off your masterpiece, Chef Cyg? Your adoring public eagerly awaits."

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