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Court Ability--Charm: the user can seduce or convince anyone they speak to for long enough; at its most powerful it can also be used to brainwash (Bought on Credit owed.)

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--Large Wooden Trunk: Bargained for in the marketplace. Big enough for clothes and weapons. Contains dagger, sword, hand-cross bow (and ammo), knife (on him usually), crossbow (and ammo), Bottles of good whiskey and bourbon,

--Items: Gem of Amara (ring), Skyshift pendant, Basic guitar (and case), various throw pillows (enough to go on the bed and make a nest)

--Deaths: 1 (Event #3)



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[toothaches]

"Alrighty," Maurice says as he sets to work. He does glance over when Spike
has his blood. The sight of the sauce pan wrinkles his nose. He still can't
imagine cooking his blood or putting it into anything. It was just too
weird. His new tail switches at his heels as he refocuses. Luckily, he
remembers the texture of the dough. Something that can be pressed. He
doesn't have a press but a couple plates will do just fine. Maurice forgets
that rolling pins exist. Once he gets that going, he rolls out the dough
and starts pressing.

What he gets is a VERY flat but fairly familiar smelling tortilla. It tears
a little as he peels it off the plate and holds it up.

"Looks like a tortilla to me...what are you, uh, makin' over there?"

[sod_off]

This time Spike isn't adding anything to his blood. Just heating it up to a temperature as close to 'human' as he can get it. Not that he can't have it cold, but he prefers it hot. It's also just about done, so he kills the heat and brings the pan over for Maurice to see.

Nothing but blood by the look and smell.

Enough for the other vampire to verify it, before Spike is carefully pouring it in the mug. The pan goes in the sink with water running for a quick rinse while he grabs his mug. Bringing it up for a drink, and his face changes in that strange naturally-unnatural way. Clearly the elder vampire is pleased, and in a decent mood. Comfortable with his game-face, as it's just himself and Maurice. Usually Spike wore his human-face to make others comfortable.

[toothaches]

Maurice leans over to observe. Okay, so he's not putting wheatchex or whatever the fuck it was called in it. Cool. He gives Spike a thumbs up before taking his turn at the stove with a small pile of tortillas.

One at a time, he cooks them. The first one comes out a little doughy but the others puff up the way they're supposed to. He whistles through the gap in his teeth as he works through the batch.

"Nancy said they have cumin here, so they'll be real good. I thought maybe they wouldn't since this is, you know, another world or whatever. Kinda random all the stuff they do and don't have in common."

In the absence of Spike's words, Maurice fills the space.

[sod_off]

Spike is focused on his mug, still in his game face and willing to listen. Besides, he's just waiting to be done with his dinner before he'll wash the dishes he used. Not that he could actually voice any complaints or disagreement right then anyways, given his lack at the moment.

He's well enough away from the stove and Maurice in case something goes wrong. But close enough if he needs to do something. As long as it's not put out fires. He's very much watching in case Maurice sets something on fire.