[handset | video] one love, one life (backdated to 3/5 or so)

[edgeoftheknife]

[The video flips on to show Erskine, gorgeous as always, and actually not looking dog-tired for once! In fact, he's smiling. This is possibly the happiest Erskine has looked on the network while sober.

...which probably has to do with the attractive redhead hovering in the background. Those who've seen Erskine's echo stone will recognize Hopeless. Those who haven't might recognize the man Erskine's been attached at the hip to for the last couple of weeks.]

Right, hello everyone. So, Hopeless had a question--

[The redhead in the background scoffs gently.]

Alright, we had a question. How old are all you Foreigners out there? We're interested in age demographics. You can be vague if you like, and you don't have to answer of course.

And in the spirit of sharing, I... missed my last birthday. It was in February. Which I suppose makes me 409 now.

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[scryinghope]

[Oh, well. That certainly counts as moral support. The smile Hopeless gives Erskine is a little shy, and a lot blushing.]

Hot things, yes.

[Focus, Hopeless. He turns toward the counter to split the utensils and ingredients they're both going to need, and pulls over a little book in which he's been writing his recipes.]

From watching the cooks employed by my old employer. I used to be a valet. Here; this is the recipe we're using.]

[edgeoftheknife]

[God, Erskine loves that blush. He could stand here propping up the counter and grinning like a dork at Hopeless all day. Except it seems like they're starting to get into the actual mixing and baking now and Erskine isn't going to be any help with this part.]

Tell you what, I'm going to go make the rounds of the shelter for a bit and leave you two to wrangle the oven and such.

[He moves to leave the kitchen, trailing his hand across the small of Hopeless's back briefly as he does so.]

I'll be around if you need me.

[lasergrenades]

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