primrosella | Quest 048

The first one was silly, at best. A bit troublesome, perhaps, but harmless in moderation. Certainly, some people have used it as an excuse to reel around in a drunken stupor all day and all night, but it wasn't as though accomplishing it through moderation was an impossible feat.

The second was worse, but it does happen that sometimes people become enemies over silly things, and so some good might've come from borrowing sugar from them. It might provide an opening for a civil conversation, which could help with repairing a friendship. And other people don't have enemies at all here, which is sometimes a good thing to recognize and take pride in.

But this new one...

Well. I've done worse things for the sake of the people I care about. And I know I've trusted my friends with enough knowledge about myself that it shouldn't be any trouble for any of you to make me cry, so...

Don't worry. If you ask my help in completing this demand, I'll understand, and I won't mind. I promise.

On a happier note, Rue's been found, so hopefully things will take a turn for the better now. I've had enough of dark clouds for a while; I'm more than ready for the silver lining.

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Her husband left the City a few days ago, and then she disappeared for a while. But she seems to be all right now...I hope.

Of course. ...You're cooking something?

Her husband? Man, that's rough.

Sorta, yeah. It won't take long, I promise.

Mm, yes, I can't even imagine.

All right, I'll be right in.

I hope he comes back soon.

Cool, I'll be waiting.

[And Sam is waiting, cutting up about half a dozen onions with tears streaming down his own cheeks.]

[Rosella appears in the doorway a minute or two later, silently hoping Sam hasn't destroyed the kitchen in her absence.]

All right, what do you--goodness, what are you doing in here?

[Sam kept his back to her, trying to not let her see the tears, because that would not be cool at all.]

Just... working on some dinner... can you help me cut these onions?

Dinner for who, ourselves and half the City?

[Still, despite the teasing, she rolled up her sleeves and found a knife.]

How many would you like me to do?

You never know when an invasion might happen and we have to house people.

[Sam reached up to wipe some tears away.]

Ummm, I'll tell you when to stop.

Ugh, just so long as it's not zombies again. Maybe we should chop some garlic, too, and keep away any potential vampire invasions while we're at it.

[Shrugging, she collected a few onions and a cutting board and started to chop. As she worked, she began to wrinkle her nose a bit, blinking rapidly as her eyes started to sting.]

More still?

Maybe next time it will be an invasion of princes.

[Sam shook his head even as he blinked away his own tears. This was killing him.]

Just a few more, I promise.

Oh, that wouldn't be so bad. Well, unless we fed them all these onions--then we'd have an invasion of princes with bad breath, and that'd make it much harder to get rid of them.

[Rosella was trying hard not to rub her eyes, but they were stinging so badly that it was getting more and more difficult to resist. The fumes were making her eyes well with tears, which was making chopping difficult; the next time she blinked, they began to fall.]

Ugh, goodness. I'm going to need a handkerchief in a minute; my eyes are stinging something awful.

And you wanted to add garlic...

[Sam glanced over and saw that she was finally crying, which was good because he didn't know how much longer he could take this.]

Okay, you're crying, we can go now.

[Taking her hand he began to pull her out of the kitchen.]

Yes, like I said, to keep the vampires aw--

[And then he started to pull her away, and everything fell into place all at once, and wait a minute, he'd tricked her?]

...Wait a minute, you mean--you just fulfilled their demand by having me chop onions?! Sam!

Well I wasn't going to really make you cry.

[Sam was now busy wiping away his own tears, which seemed to come ridiculously easy now, stupid onions. He would have just asked her to chop a lot of them but he felt bad making her go through that if he didn't too.]

You could've, though. And it would've been all right, if you had.

[She pulled down one sleeve and started rubbing at her eyes, trying to get them to stop stinging and tearing up.]

And what are we going to do with all those onions now, anyway?

No, it wouldn't. Would you have done that to me?

[Sam finally was able to dry his eyes enough that he no longer was crying.]

I don't know, what recipe even has a lot of onions?

...Well, maybe not all right, exactly, but it's not as though I would've been angry or held it against you afterward.

[Rosella blinked a little more, finally managing to get her eyes to stop tearing, though they still stung a bit.]

Well, onion soup, I suppose. Or we could put them in salad. Or meat. ...Or bury them outside in the snow and vow to never tell a soul what transpired here.

Well, I don't want to make you so sad or upset you cry.

[Sam glanced back towards the kitchen.]

I vote for burying them outside in the snow.

You could've done something so impossibly touching that I was overcome by emotion and ended up crying that way.

[She followed his gaze with her own, wrinkling her nose at the thought of all those onions.]

In a very, very deep hole, I think.

Hey, I'm saving that for a time when I'm not force to make you cry.

[Sam gave a disgusted look at the kitchen.]

I'll take care of it in a bit.

Oh, is that so? That'll be something to look forward to, then. Since I'm sure, with you orchestrating it all, it'll turn out nothing short of spectacular.

Quest 048

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