tearmeanewone | deux + voice/action

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[Voice]

I've-- Oh, wait. Hello Luceti! [Right, she can't just start talking like you do with Voxophones.]

I've recently, this past New Feather cycle, brought two more people into my apartment. Up until now I haven't been... cooking, exactly. [She's been eating whatever she can get ready-made, namely.] Does anyone have any... somewhat simple cooking recipes for two adult men and one slightly smaller girl?

And can someone explain to me how to work the oven...?

[Action]

[Later in the day, Elizabeth ventures out to the grocery store to pick up things for her first cooking adventure! Though it's a trial, even at the store. Elizabeth keeps looking between different things and consulting her journal and looking back at the shelves... and frowning. Because this is all extremely complicated. No wonder this was done for her every day... This would probably take her weeks to figure out.]

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[Robert stared at her for a few moments. She looked so like...

so like Rosalind.

Not Rosalind in her element, no. But a Rosalind he'd quarrelled with. Shouting between them, him at the machine, her in the bedroom upstairs. All but screaming at one another through the hole in the ceiling to accommodate their work. And then he'd gone a step too far. He'd used the only thing left in his arsenal. He'd threatened to leave. Sworn he'd do it.

And he'd seen her go rigid and withdraw.

Only to find her an hour later, when he'd calmed down too, sitting alone, ready to cry but refusing to, her hands held so tightly together.

He knew this was Elizabeth. This wasn't Rosalind.

But her distress was as much his fault as Rosalind's had been that night. So, he repeated what had worked then.

Robert got up and knelt in front of Elizabeth's chair, covering her hands with his and looking up at her.]

I apologise.

[Elizabeth had let Robert into her apartment because she was concerned he would starve and talk to himself while doing so. She hadn't known what to expect from him, but she was almost certain she hadn't expected a discussion like this. But who else could she talk to? Booker had a tendency to go quiet and end conversations like this, and Elizabeth couldn't imagine anyone else understanding her history. Not really understanding.]

[Robert taking her hands and apologizing of all things... it was a relief. Not for the reason Elizabeth thought it would be, but because it was a sign her fear was real and Robert was listening to her.]

[She pulled one of her hands out from under Robert's and laid it on top of them. She nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.] I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought all of that up. But when Booker couldn't get to me for months, I had moments where I thought... I thought I had misjudged life entirely, and that I would always be alone.

[Elizabeth closes her eyes and shakes her head again.] I never want to think that again. You and Ms. Lutece had an odd way of doing it, but I know you helped us.

[He never understood the obsession with religion. With sin and damnation. But he could grasp what the promise of forgiveness felt. After all, hadn't he been trying to earn it? For a crime no one need ever know he committed? It had been a very private... sin. The word was appropriate enough.

An offence against morality.]

We started the matter; we had to finish it.

[We. Not I. Even if Elizabeth has heard Rosalind's recordings, know she held aloof from the moral quandaries of her "brother." She still, when the time came, helped.]

I'm... very grateful that Mr. DeWitt is so stubborn. And that you are, as well.

[Elizabeth laughed wetly, squeezing Robert's hand a little with a nod.] We're both the same kind of stubborn, fortunately enough.

[She was stubborn enough to hang on, Booker was stubborn enough to fight through to her. Luck was following her, right after it fell through her ceiling. Booker would probably disagree, but Elizabeth hadn't ever had a problem disagreeing with him.]

Do you want chocolate? [It seems random, but Elizabeth is trying to get herself to come down from the stress.] I think I need some. I usually feel better after.

[Or incredibly sick. But that was one time shortly after discovering all the food was free in Luceti.]

[It is a strangely affection gesture, and Robert keeps himself from acting on it, but the temptation to kiss either her forehead or the top of her head is very strong for a moment.

But she is not his daughter or anything like it.

...Even if she is the closest he'll come to such a thing.]

I think some chocolate would be quite nice.

[Elizabeth nods and manages a smile that isn't forced or strained. It seems that the tense moment has passed and she's fine, if not a little wound up.]

[She stands and goes into her room, returning with a box of cordial cherries.] These are ridiculously sweet, but usually one or two helps with any stress I'm feeling. [She opens the box and holds it out to Robert first.]

[Robert stops for a moment when he sees the offered sweets, and he chuckles faintly when he takes one. He takes a bite of one and considers the taste.]

Is this syrup? Or proper cordial? [It isn't asked as something of vital importance. Merely an interest in a point of fact.]

'Proper cordial'? [Elizabeth looks up from her half cherry, then looks back when it starts to drip on her hand. They are in fact non-alcoholic, but Elizabeth doesn't know there's any other kind really.]

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