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Hey everyone! So, now I've seen we have animals....you remember how I was talking about making ice cream before? Well, it might take a bit longer to make enough if everyone wants some, but. Come over and we can make our best effort!

[Because of course this is Sora's priority here. Finding out there were animals and having asked the Gods regarding...well, a freezer to keep it cold, of course. He's trying at least, to make plenty of it for everyone, especially with having heard that some people have never had any ice cream before. Of course the initial flavor will be sea salt, which might not be to everyone's tastes but he can also figure some others that are more traditional as well.

He now only has Naminé from home with him, but he is still trying to do what he can. Possibly in part because he knows this is something Roxas and Xion would have liked, and as something to keep him from getting too down about missing them and Ventus. Keeping busy helps. Between wanting to do this, figuring his training in wanting to learn about his new powers here, and continuing his attempts to not get too rusty with his Keyblade, he keeps busy enough. He is probably making a right mess of the kitchen doing this but that is half of the fun aside from the taste testing, right? Of course it is.]

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Let me see.

[Sora knows, that some cuts while small, tiny, could be deeper and hurt more. At least, there was probably some sort of first aid around? Probably? He's used to some bare basics at least, back home, before he had Cure and Potions.

He just isn't sure what might be available here in Asgard. So he checks her finger, simply initially putting a wet flannel on it to press to stop the bleeding while he checks the kitchen.]

I wonder if they have plasters or something around here somewhere?

[ Dutifully, Naminé holds still as he examines the cut. It stings something fierce, but she's well enough acquainted with injuries - other people's, mostly - to know that it's nothing that won't heal. She nevertheless tries to accommodate his ministrations the best she can, resisting the urge to insist that she'll be fine. (That would be little comfort to her if their places were reversed; she'd still want to help, herself.) ]

I-- don't know. This is the first time I've been in here...!

[ Sora's House's kitchen, that is. Now, finally, she gives a faltering, ]

I can... try to take care of it myself, but it's such a small cut.

[ Kind of makes it seem like she shouldn't waste the magic on it. ]

Hm? Yourself.....?

[He's still searching the cupboards when she says that, pausing to glance to her questioningly. Because if she meant she could heal, then that was good, right? If she could help with her cut. He's not sure on what limits might be for it or such but it was just a smaller cut so it should be fine? If he really does have trouble with usually having eaten at the restaurant before or just made simple snacks that hadn't really required much so avoided this up till now.]

[ She's got one hand curled around the injured finger when he looks back at her, watching him a bit uncertainly. The girl is hesitant to go pawing through any of the cupboards herself, since it isn't her home, and at his question she's quick to nod with a, ]

Yes. Since I'm able to heal wounds now as the power I have from Sigyn.

[ Except she still seems hesitant, which might seem silly if one doesn't know quite how the power works. ]

Oh! Really? That's great! I can't do anything like that. I mean, not since I got here. But that'll be useful!

[And it made sense somehow too? Given she was more of a support than an actual fighter, at least as far as Sora himself was aware. So it fit? He glances between her and the cupboards then.]

Ah, did you want to -- or should I keep looking for something for you?

It is pretty useful, yes. Even if... that's only the case when people get hurt.

[ Which is not an ideal reality, but it's better than not being able to help at all? And it does fit her, really - though she 'um's quietly at the question. ]

If there's a bandage somewhere close-by, I... [ … Wouldn't want to waste that, but she doesn't want to waste the magic either. A beat, then, carefully, ] Well, in order to use my magic, I have to summon a spirit. I'm not sure about asking it here if it's just for me...!

[ Not that she knows for sure whether it would care or not, or if it's even sentient, honestly. It's kind of the principle of the thing. ]

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Hey, it could still come in handy. A spirit? Never know when someone might get hurt though.

[Like just now. Sora raises an eyebrow in question about the spirit? But he does keep searching and does manage to find something in the way of a basic first aid supply of sorts, bringing it down to the bench for her. He opens it to have a look for something to use for her finger.]

Yes, [ she confirms. ] It always seems to be some kind of animal, though it's not the same one every time.

[ Perhaps he'll see it some day, when there's a more serious injury to attend to - but for now she brightens at the sight of the first aid box. ]

-- Oh. That should have something that will work.

[ Hand held carefully still so as not to either irritate the wound or bleed anywhere, Naminé steps over to peer past him into the box, though she's certain not to get in his way. ]

I'm not sure how it works, but. For now, let's use this. You can show me another time.

[He says as they open the box to see what supplies they have available. Sora then proceeds to pull things out to check, then manages to find something he thinks will work, cutting some off from the roll before gesturing for her to offer her hand so he can help wrap it around her finger.]

Here.

I'm not entirely sure either, [ is her rather bashful admission. Magic does have a tendency to be that way; it works consistently but it's not easy to explain the why of it. ] But-- okay.

[ Hopefully when she does show him it won't be because of anything serious - and though she thinks as much she doesn't say it. Instead she watches him manipulate the roll, straightening a little when he gestures for her. Without hesitation she holds out her hand, the injured finger extended, and before he's even set about bandaging it, ]

Thank you.

Sure. I mean, if I can help somehow. Anyone would.

[Besides it just being a caring thing to do in worrying for and helping someone, it isn't the best situation with cutting oneself in a kitchen around food, after all. Sora just wants to help her, make sure she is alright and make sure their ingredients and ice cream will be okay.]

[ Mouth curling, she waits for him to finish wrapping her finger before she pulls her arm back in. Her eyes sink toward the bandage, other hand moving to cradle its opposite, and for a second she's reminded of a moment long ago. ]

I'm still grateful.

[ Letting her hands fall, she looks back up. A little wryly, ]

It would have been pretty hard to do for myself, after all.

Hm. You wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place if I didn't invite you to help like this though.

[It's just a smaller cut. It'd heal up fine and quick enough. Sora just still can't help feeling bad anyway, even knowing that. Because it's Namine and of course he kinda feels protective of her, with her not being a fighter, especially with some of her mannerisms sort of reminding him of Kairi a bit.]

I'm just glad you're okay. That it wasn't more serious.

[ Although she appreciates his concern, her natural reaction is to wilt slightly at his initial comment. Having him blame himself certainly won't do, so she's quick to reassure, ]

I wanted to help. I've been looking forward to this for a long time...!

[ Without really meaning to, she curls her uninjured hand around the hurt one again, almost as if to cover it from view. To his other observation, ]

Of course. I was being careful. Just-- maybe not quite careful enough.

How about I cut, you mix?

[He's pretty sure she can't hurt herself mixing, right? Once Sora gets the ingredients sorted at least. It should be fine that way? He's not sure why he didn't think of that option before, but well. Better to now and avoid a repeat if possible. But he puts the idea out there to see what she thinks anyway, hoping to reassure and encourage her that they still could do this together, after she seems to wilt like that.]

-- Oh. [ She straightens at the suggestion, blinking at him. After a brief consideration, she admits a little sheepishly, ] … Yes, I think that might be better.

[ That certainly would make it a lot harder for her to hurt herself. Not that she anticipates making the same mistake twice - but one never knows. It wasn't like she was being careless the first time, either. Glancing down at the items he was using to mix before, she paused, then, ]

Should we... trade places?

[ Physically, that is. Or would it be better to move the ingredients? ]

Alright then. Here.

[He passes her his wooden spoon and large bowl of ice cream mixture he was working on blending together before storing in the freezer equivalent the gods had granted him, then shifts to trade places and use the knife and chopping board in readying the ingredients for her.]

Thank you, [ she says automatically, hands taking hold of the items he's provided her with. The girl manages to take his place without incident, though she doesn't proceed with the mixing until she's seen him settle in in his new position.

Once the exchange has concluded, she turns her attention to the mixing. It certainly seems less likely to result in bodily harm, and presently she begins carefully stirring the contents of the bowl. (Honestly, that job she could probably stand to do with a little more aggression.) Only after a few moments does it occur to her to observe, ]

== Oh. I don't know what it's supposed to look like when it's done.

[ But, you know, she's probably got a ways to go with the mixing first, so. That's a 'later' kind of problem. ]

Well, you want it thick but not too thick or hard. If it's too hard it'll be difficult to scoop it. And you don't want it too soft that you won't be able to get it in the cone without it spilling.

[Not as much issue with a bowl at home, but if they were going to be offering to others, the cones make more sense. He glances to the bowl, telling her to keep mixing for a few minutes while he cuts before he'd check it again for her.]

[ Naminé nods a few times during the explanation, looking as though she's concentrating very hard on listening as she continues to stir. Upon seeing him glance over, she tips the bowl just enough for him to see in a little better, though she's quite careful not to spill any of the contents. Righting it again once he's informed her to keep going, she does, and yet-- ]

I think I understand. The only problem is - I've never really had ice cream before.

[ So she has no idea, in practice, how hard is too hard. ]

That's okay. I can check. Just keep going for now.

[He reassures her, working on preparing the ingredients for the next lot of ice cream with the vanilla and such. It doesn't take him too long at least, and it is less messy in him not getting more splattered on his cheeks and nose. Every few minutes he checks on the mix in the bowl for her, telling her when to put it in to freeze it.]

Alright.

[ Naminé is perfectly capable of following instructions, after all, so it's not too much of an ordeal to continue mixing without incident. She watches what he's up to in the meantime - when she isn't distracted trying to make sure nothing she's mixing gets too close to the lip of the bowl - curious and interested to learn what she can. Once she's instructed to, she places the stirred substance in to freeze, and with that done turns back to him to breathe out a sigh and an almost-laughing, ]

Whew. My arms are tired. [ As little muscle as she has, that's not much of a surprise. ] What's next? Another batch?

You mentioned orange chocolate chip. I haven't made that yet. We can do that next if you wanted?

[He suggests, keeping an eye on her mixing and telling her when to put it in to freeze it. Though he does give a small smile, he glances to her when she says her arms are tired. It was probably expected though, given she wouldn't be as used to physical activities, given at least what he knows of her.]

For now until I finish this, you can rest a bit in between.

That'd be great, [ she replies, looking heartened by the idea. No matter her comparative ineptitude, it's still a pleasant experience to be trying something new like this. ]

In that case, I suppose I'll watch you.

[ Stepping back over to the counter, she takes the opportunity to rest her arms on it, leaning just a bit of weight there yet retaining most of her normally upright posture. ]

Who knows? Maybe I'll learn something...!

Sure! I mean, I'm more used to just buying some myself but here we kinda have to make do. At least for now.

[Still, he focuses on getting the vanilla done and ready first. Cutting the vanilla to open it with the beans, mixing the ingredients and such like the sugar and all. He follows the recipe to ensure amounts were right, before starting on mixing it together, then sticking it in to keep cool.]

So for the orange, we need the fruit and chocolate chips too....

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