Remus & Teddy - backdated to late May
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ax_mainBaking bread is a really great way to make friends. Remus does the baking this time, Teddy does the eating.
Remus liked baking bread because it was easy to share - and he'd also had a lot of practice. Bread was one of those things that not only tasted better but was also far less expensive when homemade. But here, there was organic flour and so many other ingredients he hadn't worked with before - which was why he was experimenting now with a handful of spices that he'd kneaded into the bread.
He opened the oven and the smell wafted out; though he thought it needed perhaps a minute and a half more, to be just the right amount of browned.
Teddy'd only intended to duck into the kitchen quickly this time, grab a snack and head out, but the smell that wafted out before he was even fully through the doors derailed him momentarily. A lot of people used the kitchen on and off, but that didn't smell like one of Shen's recipes. Jean-Paul? Tessa?
The boy at the oven wasn't either of them, and he didn't look familiar either. Teddy's stomach grumbled, and he kept moving into the room. "That smells great," he offered with a smile.
Remus looked up from the oven just as he closed it again, and returned the stranger's smile. "It will be done in another two minutes if you'd like to stick around," he offered. He was getting slightly better with meeting all these new people, he thoughts. Or rather, just assuming that it was more likely that people were going to be nice to him than anything else, so many he was just less nervous.
Teddy hadn't seen the scars across the other boy's face from the side, but they were visible when he turned. On the plus side, Teddy'd had a decent amount of practice at not making an ass out of himself reacting to people's mutations... and other things. So he swallowed his surprise, nodding in reply to the offer. "You don't have to ask me twice. As long as it's not intended for something else -- I wouldn't want to swipe something meant for a party, or a potluck."
"Ah... no. I don't really know a lot of people here yet. But I was just going to leave it in here, bread is such a nice thing to share." Remus offered him a little smile, and then bent to open the oven again. The smell wafted out, and the bread seemed to have just the right amount of crust. He slid on an oven mitt and then took the loaf pan out and set it on top of the stove.
"I tend to leave stuff out in the lounge when I've been baking," Teddy offered the suggestion on his way to the fridge. Fresh bread needed butter, and a glass of milk on the side. It just did. "It tends to disappear pretty fast that way, unless I've really blown the recipe."
"Lots of growing boys and girls around here I guess," Remus said. He picked up the pan and turned it upside over a cutting board. The loaf slid out beautifully. He smiled as he pulled a bread knife off of the block and started carefully slicing.
"Among others," Teddy replied cheerfully, Duo coming to mind. "It's Remus, right?"
"Oh! Yes, I apologize, I should have introduced myself." He looked up from the bread, offered a little smile. "Yes, I'm Remus."
"I'm Teddy, pleased to meet you in person." Teddy retrieved what he needed from the fridge, then boosted himself up easily to sit on the other end of the counter from where Remus was working. There was something faintly familiar about the other kid, a kind of ... wistfulness? Was that the right word? That or Teddy was just projecting his own stuff all over other people way too much lately. "How've your first couple of weeks been?"
"Oh, it's been just wonderful," Remus said, and the statement was entirely sincere. "I like it here very much. Though I confess, it has also been a bit overwhelming meeting so many new people. I'm... shy, I suppose. But most people have been so friendly."
Teddy nodded in sympathy. "That's pretty much where I was when I got here last summer. I didn't have the greatest experience at my old school, and I flew under the radar here for a while until I got used to it. But I've made some good friends, which helped a lot. Was your last school small?"
"I haven't been to school in a couple of years," Remus said, finding himself hoping that Teddy wouldn't ask why. He was still worried about how other students might react to his mutation. Fear or pity, perhaps, and neither of those would help him feel more... normal, which was what he really wanted. "But I'm very glad to be here. I'd - I'd like to make friends."
"There are a bunch of kids here who've been homeschooled," Teddy offered, hopefully something that would make the kid feel more comfortable. "I think you'll do fine." He'd probably get along pretty well with Nick, come to think of it, as long as whatever had given him those scars wouldn't make him freak out about things wolf-related.
"Have you met Gar yet?" Teddy asked instead. It was hard to think of people around here who were less threatening. Maybe Pixie. "This is his first time at school at all, and he's a really nice guy. Green, about so tall?" Teddy held out a hand from his perch on the counter to demonstrate. "He's one of the other shapeshifters here."
"I haven't," said Remus. "I ah, I think I would have noticed that." And he almost let it lie, but... "Other?" He couldn't help but ask.
Teddy nodded. "Yeah. There's Gar, me, Loki -- at least that's what I've heard, though I haven't seen him do anything myself." He shrugged. "Our powers don't work exactly the same-" especially since Teddy's weren't a mutation at all, "-but they're similar enough. Ginger and Brigitte might count, though I'm not entirely sure what their deal is."
Remus kind of wanted to know more, but he also felt rude for asking, not to mention that he didn't really want to talk about his own thing. So he took that opportunity to put one of the thick slices of bread on a plate and hand it to Teddy. "We'll probably want oil or butter."
"One step ahead of you," Teddy replied cheerfully, unwrapping one end of the stick of butter he'd retrieved a couple of minutes earlier. "I think there's olive oil in the cupboards somewhere, if you'd rather."
"No, butter is perfect," Remus said. There was something about Teddy that made him feel somewhat less nervous than he felt around other students. He slid a knife into the butter and spread it onto one of the pieces of bread. "I hope it's good."
"Fresh bread someone else baked, and all I have to do is mooch and pass the butter? It can't go wrong from there," Teddy promised. "It smells great, if that helps ease your mind."
"I'm glad," said Remus shyly. Maybe this would be a good way to make friends. Everyone liked baked goods. And if everyone liked him, if anything happened later... Though his parents had liked him, and now they were scared of him. So maybe that didn't help much after all. "So any, um, advice? About this place?" That seemed like a nice neutral question.
That was a judgement call... scare the kid with stories about the Brotherhood and the Right and all of the recent drama, or keep it easy and maybe not give him information he'd need? On the other hand, the Professor was probably taking care of some of that as a matter of course. "Most people here are nice," Teddy went with. "And even those that are prickly -- it's mostly because they've been through a lot. So don't take the jerks personally unless you're absolutely sure it's meant that way. Some of the kids here came from pretty awful situations and it'll take a while before they're able to think about other people's feelings."
Remus considered this for a moment, finally deciding that it was a diplomatic answer but probably a kind one. He also decided he liked Teddy. "Sounds like life," he said with a little smile. "But in any case, I'm glad to find someone else who enjoys baking."
"Even better, I enjoy eating," Teddy said cheerfully. "How do you feel about cookies? I make a great brown sugar cookie and I can save some for you next time."
"Perfect," said Remus, smiling. "I'd love that." And he felt like he'd made a friend, too, which was even better.
Remus liked baking bread because it was easy to share - and he'd also had a lot of practice. Bread was one of those things that not only tasted better but was also far less expensive when homemade. But here, there was organic flour and so many other ingredients he hadn't worked with before - which was why he was experimenting now with a handful of spices that he'd kneaded into the bread.
He opened the oven and the smell wafted out; though he thought it needed perhaps a minute and a half more, to be just the right amount of browned.
Teddy'd only intended to duck into the kitchen quickly this time, grab a snack and head out, but the smell that wafted out before he was even fully through the doors derailed him momentarily. A lot of people used the kitchen on and off, but that didn't smell like one of Shen's recipes. Jean-Paul? Tessa?
The boy at the oven wasn't either of them, and he didn't look familiar either. Teddy's stomach grumbled, and he kept moving into the room. "That smells great," he offered with a smile.
Remus looked up from the oven just as he closed it again, and returned the stranger's smile. "It will be done in another two minutes if you'd like to stick around," he offered. He was getting slightly better with meeting all these new people, he thoughts. Or rather, just assuming that it was more likely that people were going to be nice to him than anything else, so many he was just less nervous.
Teddy hadn't seen the scars across the other boy's face from the side, but they were visible when he turned. On the plus side, Teddy'd had a decent amount of practice at not making an ass out of himself reacting to people's mutations... and other things. So he swallowed his surprise, nodding in reply to the offer. "You don't have to ask me twice. As long as it's not intended for something else -- I wouldn't want to swipe something meant for a party, or a potluck."
"Ah... no. I don't really know a lot of people here yet. But I was just going to leave it in here, bread is such a nice thing to share." Remus offered him a little smile, and then bent to open the oven again. The smell wafted out, and the bread seemed to have just the right amount of crust. He slid on an oven mitt and then took the loaf pan out and set it on top of the stove.
"I tend to leave stuff out in the lounge when I've been baking," Teddy offered the suggestion on his way to the fridge. Fresh bread needed butter, and a glass of milk on the side. It just did. "It tends to disappear pretty fast that way, unless I've really blown the recipe."
"Lots of growing boys and girls around here I guess," Remus said. He picked up the pan and turned it upside over a cutting board. The loaf slid out beautifully. He smiled as he pulled a bread knife off of the block and started carefully slicing.
"Among others," Teddy replied cheerfully, Duo coming to mind. "It's Remus, right?"
"Oh! Yes, I apologize, I should have introduced myself." He looked up from the bread, offered a little smile. "Yes, I'm Remus."
"I'm Teddy, pleased to meet you in person." Teddy retrieved what he needed from the fridge, then boosted himself up easily to sit on the other end of the counter from where Remus was working. There was something faintly familiar about the other kid, a kind of ... wistfulness? Was that the right word? That or Teddy was just projecting his own stuff all over other people way too much lately. "How've your first couple of weeks been?"
"Oh, it's been just wonderful," Remus said, and the statement was entirely sincere. "I like it here very much. Though I confess, it has also been a bit overwhelming meeting so many new people. I'm... shy, I suppose. But most people have been so friendly."
Teddy nodded in sympathy. "That's pretty much where I was when I got here last summer. I didn't have the greatest experience at my old school, and I flew under the radar here for a while until I got used to it. But I've made some good friends, which helped a lot. Was your last school small?"
"I haven't been to school in a couple of years," Remus said, finding himself hoping that Teddy wouldn't ask why. He was still worried about how other students might react to his mutation. Fear or pity, perhaps, and neither of those would help him feel more... normal, which was what he really wanted. "But I'm very glad to be here. I'd - I'd like to make friends."
"There are a bunch of kids here who've been homeschooled," Teddy offered, hopefully something that would make the kid feel more comfortable. "I think you'll do fine." He'd probably get along pretty well with Nick, come to think of it, as long as whatever had given him those scars wouldn't make him freak out about things wolf-related.
"Have you met Gar yet?" Teddy asked instead. It was hard to think of people around here who were less threatening. Maybe Pixie. "This is his first time at school at all, and he's a really nice guy. Green, about so tall?" Teddy held out a hand from his perch on the counter to demonstrate. "He's one of the other shapeshifters here."
"I haven't," said Remus. "I ah, I think I would have noticed that." And he almost let it lie, but... "Other?" He couldn't help but ask.
Teddy nodded. "Yeah. There's Gar, me, Loki -- at least that's what I've heard, though I haven't seen him do anything myself." He shrugged. "Our powers don't work exactly the same-" especially since Teddy's weren't a mutation at all, "-but they're similar enough. Ginger and Brigitte might count, though I'm not entirely sure what their deal is."
Remus kind of wanted to know more, but he also felt rude for asking, not to mention that he didn't really want to talk about his own thing. So he took that opportunity to put one of the thick slices of bread on a plate and hand it to Teddy. "We'll probably want oil or butter."
"One step ahead of you," Teddy replied cheerfully, unwrapping one end of the stick of butter he'd retrieved a couple of minutes earlier. "I think there's olive oil in the cupboards somewhere, if you'd rather."
"No, butter is perfect," Remus said. There was something about Teddy that made him feel somewhat less nervous than he felt around other students. He slid a knife into the butter and spread it onto one of the pieces of bread. "I hope it's good."
"Fresh bread someone else baked, and all I have to do is mooch and pass the butter? It can't go wrong from there," Teddy promised. "It smells great, if that helps ease your mind."
"I'm glad," said Remus shyly. Maybe this would be a good way to make friends. Everyone liked baked goods. And if everyone liked him, if anything happened later... Though his parents had liked him, and now they were scared of him. So maybe that didn't help much after all. "So any, um, advice? About this place?" That seemed like a nice neutral question.
That was a judgement call... scare the kid with stories about the Brotherhood and the Right and all of the recent drama, or keep it easy and maybe not give him information he'd need? On the other hand, the Professor was probably taking care of some of that as a matter of course. "Most people here are nice," Teddy went with. "And even those that are prickly -- it's mostly because they've been through a lot. So don't take the jerks personally unless you're absolutely sure it's meant that way. Some of the kids here came from pretty awful situations and it'll take a while before they're able to think about other people's feelings."
Remus considered this for a moment, finally deciding that it was a diplomatic answer but probably a kind one. He also decided he liked Teddy. "Sounds like life," he said with a little smile. "But in any case, I'm glad to find someone else who enjoys baking."
"Even better, I enjoy eating," Teddy said cheerfully. "How do you feel about cookies? I make a great brown sugar cookie and I can save some for you next time."
"Perfect," said Remus, smiling. "I'd love that." And he felt like he'd made a friend, too, which was even better.
