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Who: Laura Palmer & Kelson Haldane
What: Somebody needs to be introduced to chocolate cake.
Where: The Bakery
When: Backdated to February 12th
Warnings: This is Laura Palmer, the walking trigger warning. While it's doubtful that such subjects will come up, it's possible that the following may be discussed: CSA, rape, incest, drug use, prostitution.

It had come to Laura's attention that Kelson had never had chocolate. Which. . . she guesses she understands, because didn't chocolate come from the Aztecs? At least that's what she thinks she remembers from history class. It's been a while, okay?

But obviously, this was a situation that needed to be addressed because who the hell doesn't love chocolate? People who have never had the chance to try it, that's who.

That's why once Hope had returned and supplies started coming back to the Bakery, Laura threw herself into baking the chocolate cake. Milk chocolate frosting with cocoa nibs lining the bottom, and a fluffy chocolate cake lined with more of the milk chocolate frosting.

Then, all it took was a phone call and he was on his way.

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At least Kelson knew what cake was this time, thanks to Margaery. Chocolate was something else though. He wasn't sure what exactly it was other than the fact that people seemed to like it and it definitely elicited a dramatic and enthusiastic response. But that had absolutely nothing to do with why Laura had called him to the bakery right? She has been most insistent and most elusive as to why. So, Kelson had done as the lady bid, taking the time to redo his four strand braid and tie it back.

Kelson opened the door and smelled in the sweetness of baked goods and looked around.

"Laura?"

Since coming to Hadriel this was probably the only time he was ever going to come in contact with an actual bakery. Hadriel was a place of many firsts, and he just wished he'd be able to remember some of it when he finally got back to Gwynedd.

Of course chocolate should bring out a dramatic and enthusiastic response. It was chocolate. Hard to come by here and worth treasuring when it was found. But she wanted it to be a surprise, so yeah, she'd been coy and elusive in her phone call. Old habits don't necessarily have to be a bad thing, if they're used for a worthy goal, right?

Right.

She comes sweeping out of the back room of the bakery clad in her usual eighties style, but covered up by a flour-dusted apron. She grins at him.

"Hi, Kelson. Thanks for coming over, I really appreciate it."

A world with no bakeries? Unthinkable! He'll have to write a note to himself and carry it around everywhere. Just to be on the safe side.

Edited 2019-02-18 00:10 (UTC)

Gwynedd had bakeries Kelson was sure. But it definitely wasn't part of his normal routine. He had people for that. He watched her and very modern style, he wasn't quite sure what to make of that apron but it suited her. It was something he came to expect from her, a style so out of place from what he was used to.

"Of course. Would you care to enlighten me as to why I'm here, besides enjoying your lovely company?" He smiles back at his friend, thinking of how unusual their friendship was, how different they were and yet how it worked easily between them.

And back in Twin Peaks, Laura mostly had her mother and grocery stores for that, but she learned a lot about cooking and baking during her time running Meals on Wheels and she likes putting it to use. Anything to keep herself busy. And she loves her apron, it was a lucky shop find and she goes after any stains that dare appear on it with a vengeance. So far, it still looks almost new.

"My lovely company. Careful, you're gonna make me blush," she teases lightly. She'd never make a move on him, though, their friendship is way too important for that. Before coming here, she'd never imagined that guys and girls could be friends without sex entering the equation anywhere. She guesses she was wrong about that.

"It's in the back, lemme go get it." And with that, she sweeps back into the bakery's back room briefly and emerges with the cake. She sets it down on the bakery counter with a flourish and a "Ta-dah!"

Kelson laughed softly at her jest, " I shall make a concerted effort for a little blush to grace those cheeks." While Laura would never make a move on him, Kelson seems to have trouble making a move on anyone whose name doesn't begin with a certain letter 'R'. Still, he knows out to flirt and is used to doing so safely with certain court ladies.

He watched as she scurried into the back and lets out a small gasp as he sees her work. "It's beautiful. You made this?" At least now he knows it's a cake, he's still not sure what the chocolate part of the cake is, but he at least recognizes the basic form.

She arches an eyebrow at that. "Oh, really? You're gonna have to try pretty hard for it to work." And she doesn't know about ladies whose names begin with 'R,' but had she known, she likely would've joined the chorus of those telling him to let it go. She knows all about relationships that aren't meant to be, thanks to her hopeless crush on her best friend from home and she knows that there are times when you have to rip the bandaid off the wound and let it heal.

There was a point to that analogy, honest.

And she giggles and nods at his question. Honestly, she worked her ass off on this cake and she's glad that he likes the looks of it at least. "It's a chocolate cake. You told me you'd never had it before and figured that had to change."

"I'm not one to turn away from hard work," Kelson replied with a bit of a smirk. Thankfully, the lady he was after who began with 'R' was quite far away, and even then beyond his reach. He was just unable to accept it.

"That's chocolate?" He looked at the cake, wondering what the difference was between a vanilla and a chocolate cake besides the color. There must be a difference, the way others went on so.

"Which part is chocolate?" After all, there were so many layers. Were they all chocolate? Where there different kinds?

"And thank you. You obviously put in quite a lot of work. I look forward to sampling it."

"Yeah, I know. You've figured out modern technology pretty good. Haven't had to come over and take you to the Clinic for a burn wound or anything," she says smirking back. And she doesn't know who that lady is, but yeah. Probably better that she doesn't.

"That's chocolate," she replies with a bit of a smirk. Vanilla's pretty good, but chocolate is chocolate, a whole new level of yum.

"All of it's chocolate. The frosting is milk chocolate, the little things around the bottom are cocoa nibs. The cake itself is plain chocolate," and there were all kinds of different kinds of chocolate.

"Hey, it was the least I could do when I heard you'd never had chocolate before. Now, let's eat," she gets a cake knife and a plate, slices into the cake and pulls out a slice, placing it carefully on the plate. She offers the plate over with a smile.

"I've kind of got an affinity for fire anyway." Kelson gave a half smirk, half smile. "I think I do prefer my way of doing things. It's certainly less....loud than some of your modern technology." It was like everything in this 'modern' technological era made noise.

Kelson looked at the cake, watching as she explained what the differences were in the types of chocolate she used. "Plain chocolate I understand. Milk chocolate obviously has milk added to it. But cocoa nibs?" That he totally didn't understand.

He took the plate with gratitude and picked up the fork, slicing into the piece and taking a tentative bite. That was. Wow. His face lit up as he tasted the different textures of the nibs and different kinds of chocolate.

"Ohhh. Some of your magic. And of course you never showed it off to me," she says in a teasing tone of voice. "And are you serious, you think the technology here is loud? I'd hate to see your reaction to my mom's old Maytag washer and dryer. Or her vacuum cleaner."

"Cocoa nibs are made from the beans they make chocolate out of. So it's like a straight shot of dark chocolate. I hadn't heard of 'em either until I came here, so I think they're a 'modern' thing," or at least what counted as modern when compared with 1989.

She watches his reaction carefully, a broad smile twitching at her lips. There's a reason why there's a joke that chocolate is better than sex.

He let the different types of chocolate melt in his mouth, the flavors combining and hitting his tongue. It was honestly so unlike anything he might have had before, he wasn't at all sure how he'd even describe it to someone.

"It is a great pity we don't have this in Gwynedd." Then again, maybe it would have brought more fighting over the precious chocolate.

"I imagine from your reaction those items are quite a bit louder than what is here?" Kelson held his breath almost, wondering what her reaction would be to his magic. He'd spent so long trying to weave it into what would be possibly explained. Well, whenever possible. When push came to shove, Kelson would protect, even if it meant using magic in public. He just, tried not too. He'd seen what happened when people were scared.

He took another bite. "This is made out of beans?"

Chocolate can only be described as chocolate. Those who have never had it, well too bad for them but until they do, they'll never understand the obsession.

"Maybe you can make arrangements with the fake gods to bring a few plants home?" Chocolate has started wars.

"Oh, Jesus, are they! My mom's washing machine rocks back and forth, it's this constant metallic thudding noise you can't get away from, even if you put headphones on. And the less said about the vacuum cleaner, the better," and around here, fear of magic would be less of a concern. She's seen people who can use magic be treated like rock stars here. Maybe he should be a little less shy in showing off what he can do?

"Uh-huh. The Aztecs had it first. Then Europeans came over, killed all the Aztecs and took it for themselves," which is a decent intro to colonization?

"Would they grow in Gwynedd I wonder?" Horticulture wasn't one of Kelson's strong suits. He knew of several counts and princes in neighboring kingdoms who did enjoy it, but that did not quite help him now.

Laura was rattling off some foreign words but at least some of those he was now familiar with. Like the washing machine. Although even if he wasn't, the word wasn't terribly hard to figure out and decipher. It was a machine that washed things.

"They killed them over chocolate?" Kelson paused in mid bite, wondering how such a thing could cause such a conflict. Then again, it was easy to take something if you were powerful enough, no matter how insignificant it might seem. There were always larger consequences and goals.

"Maybe? Do you have any place that is both dry and humid?," she asks. Horticulture isn't one of her strengths, either, unless you count the cultivation of orchids with Howard. And she's not sure she would, or should.

?"Be grateful they don't have vacuums. Vacuums suck up all they encounter, whether or not it's meant to be devoured. Like clothes. Or blankets. Or cloth in general."

"They killed the Aztecs over a lot of things, mostly 'cause they had land the Europeans wanted. Chocolate was a nice side bonus," At least that's what she remembers from history. Weren't most of the Spanish conquistadors in search of the Fountain of Youth? She knows they tried in Florida.

"Dry and humid? How can a place be both dry and humid?" Kelson didn't understand. "Weather in Gwynedd is capricious but not that capricious." Was that an impossibility or were there places truly like that?

"A vacuum destroys things? Like a fire?" Kelson didn't quite understand. But her story about the Aztecs and the Europeans was old and familiar. Different players, different words, but the story was the same. "That at least sounds familiar."

"In Mexico, yeah. There is," she can't hope to explain the oddities of Earth variations. She figures that it's part of global warming, but what part, she cou;dn't say.

and she laughs] "No, no, no, it sucks up everything in its path. And woe to all cloth things that are in its way," so not quite a fire. Close enough. Sarah Palmer had been known to wield the thing like a scourge.

"I'm afraid I'll have to take your word for it. Gwynedd's is unpredictable at times but opposites like that, or snow in June, is quite unheard of."

Kelson took another bite of his cake as Laura talked and tried to explain. He wasn't sure he understood everything she was saying, but the cake was good?

"Sucks it up? Where?" Now he was picturing a miniaturized wind storm. Something like that would make cleaning quite a bit easier. He wondered if the Deryni of old ever did such things.

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