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[Roa could be seen in a fairly bright and well-lit kitchen, somewhere in his freshly carved mountain fortress. Outside, one could see sunlight and a bit of La Llorona's trees over in the background. He was busily mixing ingredients for baking, all while his locket was on. His then blond hair was tied back in a bun, glasses tipped a little bit on his nose. Occasionally, a hand would come up to adjust them.

There was a certain someone he wanted to annoy and that someone would get their cue soon enough. The video went on for a bit, showcasing Roa as he went through the preparation process to make croissants, loading them into a brick and mortar oven attached to the outside wall. He took the time to feed wood into the fire, saying nothing at all to anyone watching until the very end. He picked up his locket and held it up, stretching himself out just a little.

The moment his locket panned over, one could see something on the nearby dinner table that hadn't been visible at all until then. It was a severed arm, once belonging to one particular Seelie knight. Despite the fact that it was severed, it was in absolutely pristine condition, as it were stuck in time and perfectly preserved.]

There are some things you never forget. I haven't baked in ages.

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[ On some level, she knows she should be a little concerned about a severed arm there and there's more to this than just baking. It's obvious that he's a dangerous individual and yet- ]

Were you planning to include that arm in your baking or use it to help you cook?

[ She's just a little curious. This is strange, this is really weird. Disturbing, too, and there's a vague sense of familiarity here that she can't put her finger on. ]

[Roa was in the middle of cutting cookies into shapes with a knife.]

Oh, that?

I keep forgetting to move it.

How could you forget that? It takes up too much space for what you're doing.

[ WHOOPS. ]

I don't know. It seems like I always get to a time-intensive step when I notice it again.

[Excuses. Properly store your body-parts, Roa!]

[ Honestly, he's growing more and more like the Mad Hatter. ]

I've always preferred clean counter tops when I cook; it's pretty well intact, but it's a little hard to not notice, at least for me.

I'm not using that surface. Maybe when I sit down to read, later...

[As if they're talking about a pair of muddy boots or something.]

[ It may as well be at this rate. ]

Really? Then where are you going to put all of those pastries after you're finished? You're going to need that space eventually.

Oh, please. [Roa lifted his locket to show off a rather large kitchen space. It looked more appropriately sized for a cafeteria.

Lord knows why Roa needed so much kitchen space. ~~Corpses~~.]

[ WELL. ]

Were you expecting company?

Not immediately. Actually, I should be thinking of hiring cooks.

[Nearly three hundred soldiers? Yeah, he was going to need to bring someone in so they wouldn't have to cook their supplies for themselves.]

I would hope so. You didn't strike me as the domestic type, after all.

Oh, I was, for awhile. I grew out of it at a certain age, though.

That is to say, I've grown out of quite a few things, but they always seem to come back to me naturally.

I have the distinct feeling that you're at least five times older than me, if not more. If so, then it would be plausible for you not to forget baking.

[ Whereas she's had to relearn. God, what a weirdo. ]

Five is both a gross understatement and an overstatement.

[In terms of how his ability worked--technically he was over 800 years old and at the same time, his incarnations didn't live terribly long from time to time.]

So what does that make you?

[ Now that she thinks about it, she's really never asked until now. ]

Questionable at best. [He didn't have a clear answer, given those abundant factors.]

You'll have to excuse me, though. The nature of my magic makes it very difficult to quantify something like that.

[ You'd think she'd learn by now after asking so many questions to the Caterpillar or the Mad Hatter, yet, not really. ]

Hm. And hopefully something that doesn't involve that severed arm.

Hmmm? Oh, that arm has little to do with it. The only thing I could say that matters when it comes to that thing is--well...

My magic's keeping it rather well preserved. It's the kind of magic you don't learn in anything less than five or ten years.

So that's how it's fresh.

[ She has been wondering about that, and naturally, her morbid nature would have assumed that arm would have decayed. It would have been a good bone for the Outsider, though, she doesn't say it. ]

Interesting.

Is it, really? You've an odd sense of taste.

That is to say--it's clear the ones who find this truly repulsive aren't courageous enough to speak up.

Possibly so.

[ Would it be that surprising anymore that would be what he wants? ]

And it's not my sense of taste, it's what I've seen before; severed limbs is nothing I haven't seen. They usually don't retain that fleshy color that long.

I see. So, your concerns are more along the lines of believability?

No, just curiosity and nothing more.

Where does the limit to your curiosity lie, though?

At the opposite side of the looking glass.

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