[And how convenient that she can open the fridge and wave over the beers without getting up. And then he makes her laugh, because she's been caught in another regard.]
I was seeing how long it would take you to say something. It's been looking better in here, if I do say so myself. You're happy with it?
[ He nodded a thanks when she got them both a beer. Oh the simple convenience of being able to move things with your will, he knew a measure of that; lesser than hers however. ]
I am. Especially the flowers.
[ He responds with a nod, then begins to serve up the latkes; putting some on her plate first, then his. When he takes his first bite he shuts his eyes for a moment, then makes a sound of approval. ]
Perfect.
[ They really are. And it brings him straight back to his childhood, that taste and aroma; it's like he's back in the kitchen with his mother and father before when everything was fairly simple. Strange how food could do that. ]
[Sleepless nights have been great for practicing. Her smile grows wide at his praise, looking perhaps for the first time entirely happy. It's the little things.]
Really?
[She's glad. He's been so kind to her that she's always looking for ways to show her appreciation.]
[ He catches the fact that she looks so happy, it lights her entire face up and makes him feel a certain pang that it's such a rare sight. He wants her to be happy, she deserves to be. ]
The flavor, the texture; it's perfect. My mother would have been proud.
[ His smile is warm as he says it, and he's silent for a moment as another wave of emotion rises within. His gaze drops to the table, then he reaches for the metal chain around his neck, drawing it up over his head and holding it in his hands, revealing a locket at the end; typically hidden beneath his clothing. He opens it carefully, and extends it to Wanda. ]
That's her - Edie, and my father Jakob.
[ The locket contains two photos on each side - one of his mother, the other of his father. He hasn't shown anyone since... he can't even recall. He's the only one who looks at their faces in the locket every so often. But it's fitting, in this moment, that he show Wanda the people he's tied to, the reason behind why this recipe means so much to him. To honor their memory. ]
[The highest of compliments. Wanda's smile is softer, then, touched. And then when Erik removes the necklace he'd been wearing under his shirt, she gently takes it, the metal warm from his skin.]
Edie did a good job of teaching her son how to make them. I wouldn't be able to make them, otherwise.
[Well, maybe with magic, but--there's more sentiment in doing it just as his mother would.]
They look very kind. Loving parents.
[Parents dead, wife dead, child dead. She hates how familiar it all is.]
[ For some reason she seems to know the precise combination of words to make his chest feel tight with a variety of emotions; but then again it's difficult not to be feeling that in such a moment. He swallows against the rise of grief that comes, but his voice manages to sound steady, mostly, when he speaks. ]
They were. They wanted the best for me. There was never a moment I felt unloved.
[ Which was precisely why his rage had been all consuming when they were both taken from him. But Erik manages a small smile in spite of everything, because at least now he is sharing a part of them with someone else. ]
[Nina would have given her children the same, and so on and so forth, had fate not had other plans. Still, Wanda smiles as she looks down with a soft smile at the locket before carefully closing it and holding it in her palm for Erik to take back.
She's curious, of course, as to what exactly happened to them--but that's not why she's here.]
If you'd like better photographs of them, I think I can make them from just seeing the locket. Or... another locket to keep with you. [Of Nina and Magda.]
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[And how convenient that she can open the fridge and wave over the beers without getting up. And then he makes her laugh, because she's been caught in another regard.]
I was seeing how long it would take you to say something. It's been looking better in here, if I do say so myself. You're happy with it?
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I am. Especially the flowers.
[ He responds with a nod, then begins to serve up the latkes; putting some on her plate first, then his. When he takes his first bite he shuts his eyes for a moment, then makes a sound of approval. ]
Perfect.
[ They really are. And it brings him straight back to his childhood, that taste and aroma; it's like he's back in the kitchen with his mother and father before when everything was fairly simple. Strange how food could do that. ]
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Really?
[She's glad. He's been so kind to her that she's always looking for ways to show her appreciation.]
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The flavor, the texture; it's perfect. My mother would have been proud.
[ His smile is warm as he says it, and he's silent for a moment as another wave of emotion rises within. His gaze drops to the table, then he reaches for the metal chain around his neck, drawing it up over his head and holding it in his hands, revealing a locket at the end; typically hidden beneath his clothing. He opens it carefully, and extends it to Wanda. ]
That's her - Edie, and my father Jakob.
[ The locket contains two photos on each side - one of his mother, the other of his father. He hasn't shown anyone since... he can't even recall. He's the only one who looks at their faces in the locket every so often. But it's fitting, in this moment, that he show Wanda the people he's tied to, the reason behind why this recipe means so much to him. To honor their memory. ]
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Edie did a good job of teaching her son how to make them. I wouldn't be able to make them, otherwise.
[Well, maybe with magic, but--there's more sentiment in doing it just as his mother would.]
They look very kind. Loving parents.
[Parents dead, wife dead, child dead. She hates how familiar it all is.]
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They were. They wanted the best for me. There was never a moment I felt unloved.
[ Which was precisely why his rage had been all consuming when they were both taken from him. But Erik manages a small smile in spite of everything, because at least now he is sharing a part of them with someone else. ]
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[Nina would have given her children the same, and so on and so forth, had fate not had other plans. Still, Wanda smiles as she looks down with a soft smile at the locket before carefully closing it and holding it in her palm for Erik to take back.
She's curious, of course, as to what exactly happened to them--but that's not why she's here.]
If you'd like better photographs of them, I think I can make them from just seeing the locket. Or... another locket to keep with you. [Of Nina and Magda.]