[Sampo hears the door open and close again, but... no Gepard. Which is strange, he's sure he heard someone walk in? The door opens for a second time, and it isn't until after the door shuts again that he hears Gepard's voice. Maybe he left something outside that he had to go out and grab?]
[Doesn't matter. Sampo's in the process of slicing up mushrooms to saute with butter and balsamic to go with the tenderloin when Gepard finally stops pretending to sneak around his own house and makes it to the kitchen. Don't worry, Captain, he's going to blow your socks off with this roast. You're going to be glad that you brought those flowers even though Sampo isn't actually your wife.]
Welcome home, dear! [This is your life now, Gepard.] Dinner'll be ready in twenty, maybe thirty minutes.
[With his mushrooms sliced, he turns, leaving the knife at the cutting board. Gepard's there with a bouquet of flowers in his arms and, apparently, a story about how awful his day had been, and Sampo walks over to him to relieve him of his floral burden like any good housewife.]
Oh, flowers, that'll brighten the place up a little. Give them here, I'll find a vase. [Hand over the bouquet, it's Sampo's now, your fake wife. Do you like his apron? It's very cute, it has hearts on it and he had to bring it over from his own place because Gepard is predictably the kind of heathen that doesn't have an apron of his own.] How did the doctor's visit go? Let me guess, you're overworked and you're supposed to get some rest?
[Probably the easiest guess he's ever made, really. Now, a vase... he looks through the cabinets while Gepard has the chance to elaborate on his apparently terrible day. Even just a sufficiently large jar would do, surely he has that much?]
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Date: 2024-05-16 04:11 am (UTC)[Doesn't matter. Sampo's in the process of slicing up mushrooms to saute with butter and balsamic to go with the tenderloin when Gepard finally stops pretending to sneak around his own house and makes it to the kitchen. Don't worry, Captain, he's going to blow your socks off with this roast. You're going to be glad that you brought those flowers even though Sampo isn't actually your wife.]
Welcome home, dear! [This is your life now, Gepard.] Dinner'll be ready in twenty, maybe thirty minutes.
[With his mushrooms sliced, he turns, leaving the knife at the cutting board. Gepard's there with a bouquet of flowers in his arms and, apparently, a story about how awful his day had been, and Sampo walks over to him to relieve him of his floral burden like any good housewife.]
Oh, flowers, that'll brighten the place up a little. Give them here, I'll find a vase. [Hand over the bouquet, it's Sampo's now, your fake wife. Do you like his apron? It's very cute, it has hearts on it and he had to bring it over from his own place because Gepard is predictably the kind of heathen that doesn't have an apron of his own.] How did the doctor's visit go? Let me guess, you're overworked and you're supposed to get some rest?
[Probably the easiest guess he's ever made, really. Now, a vase... he looks through the cabinets while Gepard has the chance to elaborate on his apparently terrible day. Even just a sufficiently large jar would do, surely he has that much?]