(Shard)Art, Food and Music

[Thirteen]

"The cookin' is a recent thing. Mostly experimentin'. I didn't use to cook at all." The Acanthus raised her eyebrows, "Oh, sorry. Gizzadas are these coconut pastries. My mum was Jamaican. The recipes were from my Gran, originally. Now that woman could cook. I guess I've been tryin' to keep a family legacy alive."

"It's grand fun, isn't it?" she grinned. Telling off idiots was one of her joys in life.

"It did," Violet nodded, thinking about her love of riding. "The bike was my dad's. Another family legacy I'm maintainin', apparently."

She took a moment to ponder the options, "The best covers are subjective. So I can only give my opinion. Iron Maiden's covers went hard. Megadeth, Black Sabbath, Metallica, too. Kreator had some cool ones. Slayer, Judas Priest... that's just metal, though. Plenty more great cover art in other rock genres. Guns n' Roses, Van Halen... I could go on."

"Thank you," she ran a hand over the leather again, enjoying the feel. The Acanthus nodded as she stepped over to eye the pants. "Aye, usually you'll want those made to fit. They're so form-fittin'."

[Kray]

Been three days since Jasper was up to post so posting past.

The obese giant realises that his fellow has gone quiet. Reaching forward he snaps his fingers in front of Jaspers face a few times. "Uh. Hey you still with me? One drink can't have taken you out surely?" The beats was much to big for a single drink to topple him. No the real concern was knowing all to well that changelings didn't always perceive reality like everyone else, some had habits of dissociation and worse. So there is a under tone of worry to the ogre questions.

[Alessandra]

“Ah, well, I wish you continuous luck with it.” She’d continue to have hers come to her. “Coconut pastries? Hm, can’t say I’ve had them before, but they do sound good!” even if kine food wasn’t typically her go to. “And keeping your family legacy alive is a wonderful thing. Not many do that anymore, so I hope you’re able to do that. Did you want to turn it into a business or anything?” now that she knew.

“One of my personal favs.” Smiling. Did she just say favs?

Laughing, “Someone has to, so I’m sure he’s loving it. I always figured dads love when their daughters carry on some of their legacies.” She was pretty sure her dad was proud to some extent.

Nodding as she listened, “Have to agree on Iron Maidens, pretty sure they set the bar that other bands strive to hit.” Thinking, “Maybe there could be a variety of genres of covers.” Her mind working out a few things.

“Form fitting is the best part. Though sometimes you want more movement in them.” yeah, she had a looks she was going for. “But I like their quality and think I can work with them, plus, I enjoy working with small businesses.”

[Thirteen]

Red eyebrows shot up amongst the sea of freckles. "What? Like run a bakery?" Violent laughed, "Oh, hell no! I don't have the patience to deal with customers. I'd absolutely be tellin' them to feck off!"

Would her father be proud of her? Moving half way around the word, taking control of her life, making good money, becoming a real life wizard. "I'd like to think so."

The Highlander nodded, agreeing on Iron Maiden, "Definite pioneers."

"True, true. I'd always rather support small businesses." Thirteen demonstrated this by walking over to the stall proprietors and paying for her new jacket.

[Jasper]

He blinks at the snap of fingers in front of him, wincing slightly at being brought back to the now. Memories were a bitch sometimes. "Sorry... Damn.. We both got a bit of party foul there.." he says with a grin. "I guess fate didn't want you to think that too loudly.." he says with a bit of a mischievous glint to his emerald eyes.

Jasper also gets a few looks as they make their way through the crowd, but they make way for Kray more readily. Jasper also sits side saddle on the bench for much the same reason. He doesn't have to bump his knees against the underside of the table and getting those long limbs out of the way is good. "Indeed," he says, taking a slow sip from his brew as he thinks over the question. "Well.. I mean lots of things I guess," he comments. "When you don't have a lot, most things look nice..." he says with a chuckle. "I don't mean to sound all morose or anything. Oh, woe is me and all that, it's just the truth," the Spring Beast says with a shrug. "There was some really good smelling barbecue on one of the trucks. Didn't over season it or drown it sauce from what I could tell. Um.. There's some good looking jewelry at that one stand you saw me at. Some nice lighters at another place. Reminded me of an old friend." He looks a bit sad at that thought and means he takes another swig of his beer, larger this time. From the looks of it, he could probably finish the cup in a single good chug if he wanted to but he's pacing himself.

[Kray]

The pale eyes of John's masked appearance narrow as he focuses on the other giant, as best he can focus on anything anyhow, giving it a few moments to make sure no insane out burst or wyrd fuelled hallucinations were about to become a problem. But Jasper picks up the conversation again well enough. "Eh. Well maybe Fate has point. Don't want to go getting to comfortable after all." That road led to nowhere good, and would utterly fail to satisfy him. "Hm. You ever feel like your not fully in control of something you put in motion?" The question was unprompted and rather off topic but it was a feeling that had of late slowly begun to gnaw at the back of the ogres mind.

Choosing to withhold comment on Jaspers state of poverty, he knew that situation counting every penny but the wonderous terrible magics and the hedge had proven quite a balm for him. Now that did sound pretty good. "Hm. Don't mind a bit of BBQ myself." Something a understatement, it was food after all. "Uh. Never been a big one for jewellery, unless I got it custom made odds are it wouldn't fit." Rings for sure would need to be hand made. "Oh. A lighter? How so?" A tad prying maybe but Jasper had brought it up.

[Alessandra]

The Savage had to laugh and held up an inked hand, “Ok, so bad suggestion, got it.” Still chuckling, “Not saying you would have to deal with customers, because I get not dealing with them. I certainly refuse myself. But if you are enjoying keeping your family legacy alive, it’s an idea. Especially if it’s food that is not common around here, it would be popular. Or, maybe a cook book, get the recipes into writing, so they are never lost.” Shrugging, “Just ideas. But I’ve been known to tell customers to fuck off, it’s why I have people to deal with customers for me now. Keeps my business alive and thriving.” True story.

A sage nod, “He would be, it’s a dad thing.” Sounding quite sure of it.

“I think it could make for an art show unlike any other I’ve put together. Add in a charity aspect to it,” because that was important for the front she put on, “and I can see the success. There will of course, be announcements, and if it’s something you’re interested in, I would hope to see you there.” A smile.

The Italian also walks over, but makes small talk with them explaining what she was looking for and setting up a time to meeting with them. It seemed like something that pleased them, especially with the praise and that it sounded like Ale knew what she wanted.

[Thirteen]

"I've worked customer service jobs before. Never for long." Violet chuckled, remembering past firings over customers complaints. "Ah, the cookin' is fun, but it's just a hobby. I'd rather leave it there." She made most of her money day trading, anyway. The Acanthus was... unusually lucky in that area, and had great timing.

"I suppose it is, sometimes." If there was one area in her early life that Thirteen had good luck, it was in having loving parents. The bad luck came in how they were ripped away from her.

Done buying her new jacket, the redhead turned and smiled back at Sofia, "I'd love to see such a show. It's art right up my alley. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for it. And makin' it for charity is keen."

She watched the Italian woman interact with the stall owners, interested in seeing how it all played out.

[Jasper]

The Irish giant nods with a small chuckle. "Yeah, probably. Don't wanna get caught unawares.." To the next question, he perks up his eyebrows, his ears shifting at the same time; a somewhat odd gesture on the ruddy-bearded man's face. "It's hard to feel fully in control of anything... There are so many.. variables," he says musingly.

Perhaps Jasper could do something about his state of poverty, perhaps not. Perhaps he's just so used to it that it seems almost wrong to want to break free from it. Perhaps he's naive or perhaps he knows too many homeless people out there that need help that he can't just leave them to the wolves by bettering himself too much. Both the human and the not-so-human wolves. "Never trust a man who doesn't like cooked meats," he says with a bark of a laugh. "Eh.. Me neither really. Might have made a nice gift though.." At the question about the lighter, he almost kicks himself for bringing it up. "It's... um.. an old friend. He and I and another were um.. we were a motley crew, you understand? Good friends.. or I thought we were," he says, that last statement holding true pain. "He had a thing for fire, lighters. Liked to watch them burn and flicker. It just reminded me of him.." he says, glancing at the Autumn King and then away again. "You kind of remind me of the other, too. She had a similar smile..." he adds, his smile fading.

[Kray]

Downing the last of one of his drinks the giant looks at it squinting through the glass. "Ah. Not the best I've had but it'll do." It'll being the criteria applied to a wide range of tings including many that most would find inedible, but most often just meant I would consume it if it was what was in front of me. "Hm. Being caught unawareness is not always bad, depends what catches you. But in this sense. No. No I do not." The court of fear was also known foe being the most in love with magic in all its terrible wonder and seeking out such mystical experiences was a common trait of many an ashen courtier. "Bah. I get what you saying but that's not what I meant." The ogre was skilful with words but this takes him some thought. "Uh. Don't worry about it." Grabbing the next of his drinks.

Jaspers story veiled as it was still takes the giant by surprise, he had not known after all. But they all had stories after all, he had themed two major events around that idea. "Huh. Well if they're kind to break your trust like that." Yes he had caught the use of motley, and those often came with pledges of their own. "Ah. then they were no true friends of yours." Even if it had been a less formally structured situation you still don't abandon friends. "Ha. Few enough have a smile like mine, even among those like me." Krays countenance carried with a air of predatory menace that even most gristlegridners lacked. When you struggled not see everyone around you as a walking talking food source well that did stuff to a person.

Stoll Jasper looked downright wintery after this conversation, and the giant slides over another beer in front of the beast. "Hm. Now drink up." An act of kindness? Doubtful the ogre was not known for them.