chef_chocobro | Entries tagged with where: covent garden apartment

While his conversation with Shane yesterday had managed to inspire a new recipeh, the fact that Ignis could then turn it into an invitation was quite possibly the most inspired part of all. Not that he supposed he necessarily needed the excuse, but in light of what had occurred during the spring break trip, this rather was new territory for Ignis, and though he would absolutely never admit it out loud, he wasn't entirely sure how to proceed from here. He wasn't even entirely sure if he should even proceed from here, all things considered. A...personal life...was always a luxury he figured he couldn't really afford, but the fact of the matter was that here was a young man experiencing for the first time in his life something that felt like it was solely his, done entirely for himself, and that small, well overdue spark of selfishness overtaking the selflessness of his position was starting to ignite quite the fire within him.

And he knew a fire ignored was far more dangerous than one embraced.

So he was keeping that fire very cautiously burning low as he worked on putting the inspiration for yesterday into fruition, a few experimental dishes that he hoped managed to elevate what he imagined the offering on Wednesday had been, still in the spirit of jello offerings that hopefully managed to avoid stepping on the culinary toes of an artist he...

..well, he wasn't sure admired would be the word for it, but he did at least respect Summer enough to feel at least a little bad about treading into her territory.

But when you had a new recipeh, you couldn't just let it go...

[[ for that guy! or anyone else who wants to get in touch before the date has begun ]]

[[edit: *whistles innocently while slowly hoisting up the heading-into-NSFW-territory flag* ]]

Even if it weren't for the company that would be going along with it, Ignis could hardly complain about having had a nice quiet afternoon preparing for dinner that evening, especially now that his concerns about the Niflheim movement were, so far, overexaggerated and potentially unneccisary. He was not still entirely willing to accept that there was nothing to worry about (there was always something to worry about), but it seemed rote enough that he could allow himself to focus on enjoying himself with tonight's...

...well, he supposed he could call it a date. Everyone else seemed to have been.

With some music to guide him, he'd gotten to work preparing his menu, which may have involved aquiring some fresh ingredients from Galdin Quay specifically, some dumplings to go with it, and, for dessert, a fluffy chiffon cake...of course.

And he didn't have to do much to decorate the place tastefully, either, as the apartment was distinctly already a paragon of taste between himself and Seivarden, really, and the gladiolus tht usually sat on the table served as a nice centerpiece. Perhaps a few candles, as he did rather like the atmosphere they lended to the event last time, but he would not be sorry in the least bit to report that there was no glitter, thank you.

The sheer trouble of cleaning it up alone...!

But, with everything pretty much set, there was very little he could do at this point except wait for his guest to arrive and finally force the decision between which two of the wines he'd picked up to pair with it to ultimately go with, easily the most taxing decision to make out of all this.

[[ expecting one, of course :) ]]

Since Ignis was already here now that he was taking on duties as a substitute mathematics instructor, and since you'd have to be pretty much blind to not see Seivarden's increasingly distressing state, he thought, perhaps, a good move would be to surprise their apartment benefactor with a nice breakfast and, perhaps, a open ear for listening.

So, after the class had finished, he swung by Turtle & Canary for some fresh ingredients and a few unintentional inspirations, went back to the apartment to find himself pleased that his assessment that Seivarden might not necessarily be up and about quite yet was correct, went to the kitchen, and got to work.

In short order, then, there would soon be an impressive spread of a nice garlic and broccoli quiche, garlic and herb sausages, a berry lavender baked oatmeal, some tea-infused waffles, a selection of fresh fruits, and, of course, a high quality breakfast tea.

(Ignis, for his part, would be enjoying a nice strong coffee in the meantime while he worked).

And, eventually, he would even feed a few bits and pieces to the cat, but only after she'd earned them by sitting quietly and not intrusively begging for them. He knew that, between every one else in this apartment spoiling her rotten, it was likely an uphill battle, but he would take small victories where he could.

[[ mostly for the sad and miserable roommate, and most likely great SP glory, but also definitely open if you're into that! ]]

Well, it wasn't every day that one woke up with a blue man and a potted plant in his bed, but today was, apparently, that day. Ignis was tempted to text Summer to ask her exactly what had even been in those jello shots, but, at the same time, this was Fandom, and so he suspected that the island was more to blame than any unexpected effects of nefarious alcohol.

This time.

What struck Ignis as particularly interesting about all of this, though, that the plant itself was undeniably a gladiolus, which....well. As for the blue man? That seemed a bit harder to explain, until he actually opened his mouth to speak, and what came out was a voice startlingly like Prompto's, if only Prompto had perhaps been raised a Scientia rather than an Argentum.

It was uncanny, really, and it was sort of hurting poor Ignis's brain, and so he did the only thing he could think to do, he excused himself from the bedroom to make breakfast and asked the blue man, who called himself by the name of Dorian Storm, to join him, and, yes, they would bring the plant.

So while Ignis cooked, the full and blooming gladiolus sat on the table, along with Dorian's feet, as he'd propped his nice winged boots up while leaning back in his chair and strumming an admittedly pleasant and rather calming tune on his blue sunburst lute, the orange and red sunset ombre of his cloak spread out behind him.

And Ignis, trying his best to act like all of this was perfectly normal, simply asked, "And how do you like your eggs, Dorian?"

Dorian just flashed a grin, strummed a little bit of an upward scale, and answered, "Over-easy. Much like myself."

He may have just been imagining it, but Ignis felt pretty certain the gladiolus would have put in a rim shot there if it could.

[[ definitely open, especially for the sad miserable roommate! Although usual work related sp shall apply for a few hours! ]]

After Ignis had woken up, found his way to the shower, and got himself properly dressed, he went about his day as usual, which meant trying to figure out where exactly he might find Noctis, so that they could go on from there, figuring out if today was a day they could enjoy for themselves or if they had Very Important Things to attend to.

And despite feeling as though his search around the apartment had been thorough, it was clear that Noctis was not here, which meant that it would be pretty important to find out where Noctis may have gone, hoping that he wasn't off getting himself into trouble, meaning that Ignis was slacking off on his very important job!

There wasn't much to go off of, though, although there was...a cat.

"Hello, Mr. Cat," Ignis greeted the cat respectfully, bowing slightly to it, which meant he had to adjust his glasses when he came back up. "I don't suppose you know where I might find the prince?"

Issa blinked up at Ignis, let out a long yawn, and ceremoniously started to groom herself.

"Hmmmm," Ignis frowned a little, humming thoughtfully. "I see. Well. Perhaps there might be something in the fridge that might help loosen your tongue a little, Mr. Cat..."

Unfortunately, not even the leftover seafood from the paella in the fridge would convince the cat to be helpful, much to Ignis' disappointment, so he supposed he'd have to venture out to solve the mystery on his own.

[[ open, of course, especially to the rooooomaaaaate, though with potential SP ]]