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[ that oven… that oven really is a thing. it might just be that coming from ~fantasy germany~ means venti also has very little idea what the heck a modern oven/kitchen would be like exactly apart from what bit of osmosis of knowledge he absorbs from books in the library and such, but this oven looks a liiiittle… well, little. ]

Unfortunately I’m just as stumped as you, Miss Pollux. Say, did you receive this as a gift?

I received a camping stove once, though I’ll admit that’s also quite the far cry from a proper kitchen. What might you be making? [ though, he could hazard a guess that either of them don’t quite exactly need sustenance like people do. ]

Oh...

( oh, is that venti. it's not a bad oh, but an oh that she feels a touch embarrassed that he's caught her in this predicament fretting he may look down on her for it. she knows that her brother hasn't really taken too kindly to him as of yet. so far she's been making do with the new information she's been given, but this was thrown to her out of left field, and she doesn't know what to do with it yet. even the directions hardly help, but that's only because she knows how to use a normal stove or a camping one, but this is a bit different. )

Ah, yes... I had wanted a stove. ( and this is what she got instead, though she won't be ungrateful, that's the last thing she ever is. ) I'm delighted by how cute it is, and... it seems to be customized to make small portions.

( which is perfect as she points to a recipe on the booklet that came with it. )

These cookies are plain, but I thought about making a batch with chocolate, and using the M&Ms that Brother had gained to make a crispy, flaky topping to sprinkle on the top. The shape of bats would be appropriate for the occassion.

[ yes, he very much came here to look down upon her and laugh for cooking mishaps!... no, he really can't because, ] Small portions, hm? I have to admit, baking was never my forte. I once tried to make a birthday cake for a friend and it came out almost flat as a pie. [ so. he's not exactly a disaster in the kitchen but he has his moments. ] But maybe the secret could be to start small and to curb the ambitious vision of a grand cake...

Could I help in some way?

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Hehehe.

( flat as a pie, who knew that the wind wasn't nimble in the arts of baking. it does manage a laugh from her, not that she finds his skills hilariously bad, but... )

It's the thought that counts. If there's love put into it, I think it's grand enough.

( she turns to venti now, her concerns not as apparent which means she must have accepted his presence. ) Would you like to learn how to bake a cake properly? Even a cupcake can be the most grand. Then you'll be ready for the next birthday that comes along.

( she's going to stand up now to grab a bowl for him that has eggs and flour already inside along with sugar and butter. after, she'll hand him a spoon. )

I’d certainly like to, as long as you’re willing to teach~

Or perhaps I could provide musical accompaniment, or a willing taste test, or hopefully-pleasant company, or all at once! [ he’s wearing his questionably-cute band outfit and flaps one of the rabbit ears of his hat at her, as if in agreement, then accepts the bowl in his hands and gives it a curious look and a brief sniff. like a critter himself, he can’t lie if he’d be tempted to sample batter. ] But it’s not a bad idea to brush up for some future birthday.

I don’t suppose you or your brother have one? [ pinning down an origin for deities can be so tricky. ]

I couldn't ask for so much, you know me, Venti.

( now if he wishes to do all three then she'll welcome it. it's not that she can stop him, or would even want to try, not when he seems to be having fun himself. )

Do you have a song that'll enchant them? I couldn't ask you to use your divinity over mine, but it's nice to offer it to another person.

( it's energy, condensed hope that'll strengthen them. she's pretty sure she's not allowed to do so on halloween as it's something her brother normally suggests. grabbing the spoon in the bowl, she stirs it once, and then twice until the egg yolk has cracked and disappeared. it's a thick, brown substance which must be chocolate with a few dusts of flower visible, but nothing that can't be stirred out of sight.

she's showing him what he should do. )

It's been well over 15,000 years... You may have to ask my brother if he remembers the day, his memory is picture perfect. He doesn't forget anything.

I might ask someday, then. [ whoa, she’s a lot older than him. castor potentially is too. and what a wild thought it is, it seems she may be older than morax and…

but she is of the stars and he knows of the unknown celestial gods in the sky that might rival the age of the world of teyvat. he had been nameless wind before a sprite, then before a god, age would be questionable for him as well. he ponders this a little as he stirs the batter, her suggestion. ] Hm… I don’t quite bless pastries or food or things like that. It might be that I more rarely do so than you. [ partly because he hibernates for long centuries, there’s that. ] But for, perhaps, the blessing of the wind that brings rain to farmland, that lifts dandelion seeds, that brushes through the city and may bring hope to my people.

It might be I could offer and give song most of all, as I am. If you might like one, now or someday.

( they existed due to the help of humans, them having belief towards them is what gave them their corporeal form and so they carried on like that. part of her believes she should ask venti about his birthday as they're sharing information, but she wasn't able to answer his question. it's fine, because that means he'll meet with castor which is always good as she likes when her brother can chat with someone. )

You should tell me your birthday too, Venti. ( she starts as he stirs, and her hand reaches out to brush her finger against the rim to cover the tip of it in cocoa. bringing it to her lips, she licks her finger with a small hum in delight before getting to her feet. she has to go wash her hands now, but she'll leave that part to venti. ) If not energy, maybe a symbol we can draw into the chocolates, or cupcakes, as long as it symbolizes your devotion and care for people then it does the same.

( with the water hitting her hands, she lathers her fingers in soap and bubbles until rinsing and drying them off in that order. pulling her hands away, she dries them off with a roll of paper towels. )

But... a song would be lovely for them, do you have one in mind?

( music is fitting on a cruise like this, and mostly among sailors. )

[ he might actually be annoying and cheeky to want to taste some of the batter right off the spoon but her request takes him a little off-guard, though maybe it’s true he should have expected it. for now he could kind of absently locate a napkin, dollop a bit of chocolate batter there, a little portion for tasting for either of them!, then looks down at the bowl rather more pensively. ] I could probably… my sigil, my symbol of wind. Ah, I don’t know if you’ve been told of the sigil magic that this realm appears to run on. Miss Jenny used them as well. [ maybe it’s silly or even foolhardy to put his on cookies or anything, but he isn’t that paranoid, and some people already know what it looks like.

… ] I don’t have a birthday. I was once a strand of the thousand winds. But I… celebrate the birthday of a dear friend of mine in his stead, when I recall and remember it.

[ maybe he’d taken almost everything from that boy. his likeness. his birthday, his songs, his ideal, his name, everything, everything he could possibly try to grasp. and funnily enough, that date would fall under gemini. he could try his best for millennia but would never be that boy’s twin no matter his stolen likeness. ]

I could sing his song, his story perhaps. [ but it wouldn’t be a ballad offered casually to anyone. ]

No I wasn't aware. ( about the sigils here that this world runs on, and hearing that jenny is a master of them too makes her curious— do her and venti run off the same form of magic? elements and their sigils. )

Have you thought of combining your magic? She is a Goddess of the Storm, and you of the Wind.

( there's something that could be made, but who knows what, in a way they could support one another, and maybe change the direction of this boat. though, perhaps with the captain missing they do have that ability to do so without him having control anymore... everything is falling apart.

when he recalls and remembers makes her frown a bit, guessing that the individual is long gone. perhaps they were a human that he had befriended which makes her a bit sympathetic. )

If it doesn't weigh on your heart to do so. ( she quickly walks over to the pot of chocolate that she had been melting, and with a wooden spoon she begins to stir it to make sure that it doesn't stick or burn. it is someone else's story, but perhaps it will be nice to hear as they cook together. ) We could make your friend a cake, and light a candle just in remembrance.

[ combining magic with jenny? hmm… ] We were all unaware that Miss Jenny was a goddess, she hid her true form well until she attacked the ship. Even I was unaware. I can tell you more about the sigils and I’d like to help her more if I can, though of course the direct route of attacking the Captain’s door wouldn’t work anymore. [ and isn’t it a little surreal, even back then when the captain had been so cryptic there were still moments of his presence, times when he’d even attacked those who were persistent at the door.

now, the strange complete unresponsiveness really is eerie. kinda fitting the season. the batter now nicely mixed, he glances down to it, then the oven, then simply around to nothing in particular out the window; like the look of a captured creature still. ]

… And I think I’d like to make him a little something, though the date has passed. How odd it is, some heaviness to the heart never seems to lift after so long. [ even for gods. morax likely knows. raiden knows this well. he wonders how long it’s been that jenny lost her brothers. ]

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That is something Gods tend to do, hiding their true abilities because it's safer that way.

( as for why jenny could have done it, perhaps the people here would have asked for her help despite there was only so much she could have done. she already had a plan, and it's not as though they would have seen eye to eye with it. that was then and there is only now to work with as they move things along. with a turn of her hand, she stirs the pot of chocolate before turning to look over to venti to make sure that he's doing his job as cooking requires ones attention to make sure everything is done properly. )

Attacking the captain is... futile as many have come to terms with, or they mourn over the fact. If you wish to help her, her brothers are of utmost importance.

( just like castor is for her. everyone has someone important that they wish to do things for, and while jenny took a risky route, it's made out of that same love that venti shows for his friend at the moment. it's always something, but at least she can help him with this. )

Sometimes that heaviness isn't a bad thing, it keeps you grounded as a reminder of what's important. What it is Venti is that you don't allow it to slow you down or keep you in place. Hehe, it's why we keep going, no matter what.

True enough, I don’t blame her at all. I’d be a hypocrite, when I live incognito among mortals. [ that she endangered the ship is fact, that she cared so deeply to save her brothers that other lives could be forfeit—people make the choices they make. he’d trespassed onto her ship, jinx had stolen from her, no one really is blameless. she’d tried to kill and she’d been killed… so much happens but he too would agree, they have to move on from here.

don't allow it to slow you down or keep you in place—except for this, except for him, apparently he can’t do this, apparently not for thousands of years. hypocrisy really isn’t a stranger to him, he might’ve feared change for far too long. his look to her is a little distant; the words are of course true, but change can be so difficult. he can barely internalize this at all or know how to react to it, so he…

he looks for a baking pan. focus on cookies rather than existentialism. ]

I’ll admit I haven’t been very active in looking for her brothers. [ in a way, inactivity comes naturally to him. a passivity that he’d rather play support than a hero. ] The most I’ve learned is that… well, I have the phone number for one of them, though he’s unable to receive the texts or calls.

( she knows that he's fond of humans moreso than gods, and maybe it would have been better if venti was allowed that luxury to have been born as one. some humans find being a god unfortunate, because their love starts to differ, and especially the way they view things— they want to keep their faults, and their heroic efforts without the ease that gods normally have when they set out to do things. perhaps venti could have been different and he wouldn't have to hide away, or do things much less than everyone else.

...

even the look in his eyes worries her, and she speaks not on that, but on something else. )

We are Gods.

( that is true, no matter what, no matter what they like... they are divine entities that humans look up to. )

We help assist with progress and change, we are guides for those that look up to us. We have so much time, and yet those around us don't... but with every act on our end can benefit another. Even having a number must mean something, or you wouldn't have it.

( fate as they call it, it's fate... )

How did you obtain it?

[ he could have stayed wind, he could maybe have been a bird, a person, a--it might be the case, he's rather bad at being a deity, but godhood kind of happened to him. funnily enough it's literally the case that every single other god in teyvat is more active in guidance/progress/change with their people than he is. runaway, absentee god. he might appear less than a handful of times a millennium, if that. and it might just be if he wanted or tried to solve every problem he wished to, it'd be impossible. ]

I asked Miss Friday if she had a phone. She does, and it's his phone.

And it seems lately even she's been elusive... the state of the ship lately is worrying, even without notice of an excursion. She's been so absent. Perhaps I should text her?

( as they are photocopies of what they once were, they could do with a little change along the way— especially with what's needed to help those around them. she doesn't even know if offering venti this advice mean much from god to god, but maybe he'll think about it. pollux has, she's always put people others first as she's wanted the best for them. )

Yes, the ship has been... unfortunate as of late due to the constant destruction and missing persons.

( where are they, what could they be doing? hm, it's worth a try. with a plate, there's various m&ms spread out on it in their beautiful array of colors, and some left in the packs. she'll have to organize them in a color coded pattern. )

It might work! Trying is never a bad thing, because even if you fail, it feels good knowing that you've done something.

I'll do that, then. If I could locate her perhaps I could even offer her a cookie. [ now that he knows what it's like for her to eat. it's not that bad! and if anyone deserves treats for the whole... for the whole /waves hand at the entire ship...

in the meantime, he double-checks the temperature on the oven and then pulls out the little tray to start making dollops of batter on the... the small little surface. small batches! small batches can work. ]

Shall we decorate these? What symbol or pattern might you make? [ there is, maybe, enough room for an entire TWO COOKIES. so maybe that'll mean one for each of them. ]

Your concern might even lift her spirits, and in turn, you'll bring some joy to our Goddess of Storms.

( considering her and friday are in a romantic relationship she's heard from many others, but that makes pollux too want to bring the deity a few sweets as well. perhaps venti was the right person that she needed. )

This isn't for me, I'm making it for others so that they can have cute goodie bags for Halloween. ...I just wanted to see if I could bake with this, or have to find some other means.

( she really wishes she had a real stove... ngl to you. ) So we can make them all have the same pattern that you like. It is going to Gal Friday once we finish them, aren't they?

Hm hm, I see! Even so, since these will be the first two cookies, [ presumably? maybe she's had a test run of previous cookies, ] we can each be in charge of decorating one. Actually, it might be fun if they all have different patterns so they're all unique too!

[ time to take some m&m's and he'll start delicately arranging them in the shape of an anemo sigil, with the 'heart' in green and the wings in blue. hopefully he won't monopolize those two colors, but he potentially would. whoops, he has a bias in color.

well if they do run low he'll be more egalitarian for the future cookie patterns. ]

I rather like fruit more than sweets so I think I'll give mine to Miss Friday. If we really do need a bigger oven, I wonder if we could try to... create one... with pans perhaps from the buffet? We'd need to make a fire, and... [ no, he's very not handy. it'll be kind of a disaster. don't entertain this idea. ]

( so she can't get out of decorating, huh? then she'll make one with the gemini symbol using one half blue, and the other half yellow. with that, she watches as venti finishes up with his— )

Yes, that's a wonderful idea! Would you want to share that experience with me, Venti?

( it's after he bedazzles his cookies with green m&ms that she reaches out to take his hands, delighted by the prospect of a better stove which means she can bake and cook much easily. her hands, warm as always, and venti's own in between takes a moment to register until she glances down to look before pulling away. ah, whoops, she knows her brother dislikes when she does such a thing, but she gets so excited about these things. )

If we can make one, then we can make about twelve at a time, and you can offer them to your friends. I can make fruit cookies as well, I even have a few mango seeds left we could pot, and then grow to make a mango tree.

( with her hands, she'll turn on the timer on the ez bake oven, and waits for venti to push the trash insider properly so that it can start. )

While they're baking, we can do just that?

Fruit cookies…! Like tarts or the like, right? [ uwah… well he’s definitely had them whenever the buffet stocks for instance but it seems he more rarely tries to make such treats. he can though! and maybe even decently, it’s not as if cookies can get any more flat?!

but he very much has definitely never made an oven before so that probably totally wouldn’t end well! the 1% of common sense in his silly windy head kicks in; he squeezes her hands before she pulls away, beaming as he taps a finger to his cheek, ] Or… I’m not quite sure if baking might work well on a camp stove, but I can try to see if I can borrow Mizuki for the one I gave him. He’s good at cooking too, so perhaps he can help with the baking!

[ awww yes. it’s all coming together. maybe.

also yes, time to put both cookies into the little baby oven. on the off chance they do make one he really has to admit, this small pink still has its charm. ]

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Raisin, or even macadamia nut cookies. I could make tarts... Normally my brother samples anything I make, he always tells me it tastes amazing. So if you'd tell me what you like, even if I never heard of it before, I'll try.

( to see that venti has changed his mind does make pollux's smile falter for a brief moment, but she finds that she's able to keep it from completely disappearing. at hearing the name, she doesn't think she's actually met that person before, or even chatted with them... there's always new people to meet, but she's sure she's probably seen him. the ship isn't that huge that they're unable to spot others even if it's without a name. )

It's always nice to have someone to share a hobby with, especially with the position we're in, it's something we should get use to for now.

( for now she says as if something will change...

...

it will. )

You're clearly a woman of many talents, I see. Then, if it's not too demanding my favorite fruit is apple, any kind of dessert or tart or pie with apple would be the sweetest treat to me! If I could be so bold to sing the praises the fruit of the gods or at least one god~ [ aka him! if it so happens to have that same reputation across realities it's clearly his influence and flawless flavor in the works.

he's an idiot but he does notice the flicker of her expression aaaand let's maybe re-calibrate a little. ] How about, perhaps... we see how well these cookies turn out, then try to construct an oven and if all fails, enlist help afterwards? Surely with our two powers combined we could cobble together a usable oven. How hard could it be?

[ famous. last. words. well in teyvat the god of the stove was a literal panda, if panda can do it surely two fellow gods can! yeah...!!! ]

Who would you be willing to ask?

( luckily, there's apples around for them to use, or what's left because of course there is because i said so! she'll make her way over to the table to pick up one of three that she has, and she'll begin to cut away the skin. it's done finely, peeling away the top laying with ease without cutting into the fruit, it's normally an enjoyable pastime she can spend with her brother who is typically the one who bites face first into a pomegranate. )

There's Sou, I understand him to be good with his hands, and oh, Rita might be able to make us something.

( who else looks like they'd be able to make the magic happen? )

Hm, Mizuki does have the camp stove and cooking know-how. And when it comes to making things and mechanisms... [ well, jinx is very much the first person to come to mind when she's made bombs, guns, wea... ponry... all right, so an oven clearly isn't a weapon but it is construction and it involves fire and it seems somewhat along the lines of making things, right?

he's not very handy. he's a musician, not a mechanic! which is why a solo attempt of making an oven is probably going to be a disaster. he thinks this over as he watches the little stove, the light of the heating apparatus, the cookies inside. ]

What kind of fruit or treats would you or your brother like? Mangos? [ actually, he had no idea if they'd offered it to jenny as their preference or a guess to what jenny's would be. ]

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