EDGE OF REVERIE ⦿ OVERFLOW

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[retroductions]

Mr Inui, do you know what they call baking a cake that you cannot eat?

Torture, that is what. I will not put myself through it willingly.

[Someone's sweet tooth will riot.]

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[ Raises both his hands. He's not going to fight on this one. ]

Okay, okay. We're gonna end up spendin' the rest of the day in here, so I hope you're ready.

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I am! Roll up your sleeves, my good man, and let us gather up what we need. No time wasted!

[Let the baking... BEGIN.]

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[ Juzo is really going to try his best to make sure Sholmes doesn't turn this into a science experiment, so if that means he sticks close to the other man... well, there are worse things, probably. ]

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[At some point, he tries to pour in way too much sugar, or way too much flour, or gets wholly distracted by something else in the diner— But with Juzo’s close attention, the man manages to keep the detective on task.

They’ve made it to the batter stage.]

We can eat this now, can we not?

[impatient.]

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You can eat the cake batter or you can eat a cake, but you can't have both.

[ Juzo is taking a small smoke break over in the corner by an open window. He's been good about keeping cigarette ash away from the food. ]

Besides, eatin' the batter isn't good for you.

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[You do realize who you’re speaking to, don’t you, Juzo.]

Yes, but…

[He is mixing the batter. Very methodically, eying it. It is so very, very tempting.]

It would be bliss, if just for a moment or two.

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[ Oh, he knows. ]

I'm not your dad. I'm not gonna tell you what to do one way or another. But if you make yourself sick, I will say I told you so.

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[He holds up the wooden mixing spoon he's been using, chocolate batter slowly dripping back down into the bowl.

Looks at Juzo conspiratorially, as though still seeking his approval.]

Just one small taste.

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You want my permission or something? Knock yourself out. I won't stop you.

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[In that case, Sholmes delicately scoops a decently sized blob of batter off of the wooden spoon with a finger. Time to taste that batter!

A little bit of it drips onto the front of his tuxedo, though.]

Ah, blast… is what I would say if this batter was not magnificent and therefore worth the mess.

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[ Juzo makes a little motion with his head that seems to suggest he's rolling his eyes. After snubbing out his cigarette, he grabs a clean dish towel and wets it with some water. ]

You're hopeless. C'mere.

[ He's just gonna start dabbing that chocolate out of the fabric. ]

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[He just grins up at Juzo as the other man dabs out the batter spot.]

Are you sure you don't want any?

[Waggles a still batter-smeared finger at him.]

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[ Leans his head away. ]

Pass, thanks. I'd take your finger clean off.

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I didn't mean for you to nibble at my finger. That's what the spoon is for.

But your loss, then, Mr Inui.

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Somehow I think I'll live.

[ Well, he's mostly gotten the chocolate out of the front of the tux. He gives the fabric a little tug to straighten it back out. ]

You gonna keep this? It looks good on you.

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This?

[Somehow, the notion seems to surprise him a little. He glances down at his jacket, as though verifying what he's wearing.]

I could. I hardly know when I would wear it again, however, unless an opera house rises up from the ground itself.

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[ He lifts a shoulder in a shrug. ]

Never know when a change of clothes might come in handy.

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Hm... you're right. Add another ensemble to the collection of disguises, hm?

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Yeah, just in case you ever need to look like someone who knows what they're doin'.

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[wow]

Ha! The implication being that my normal detective gear does not give that impression?

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Eh.

[ He waggles a hand. So-so. ]

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But the deerstalker is a classic.

[He nudges the brim of his hat up... which he is not wearing, so he's just gesturing out of habit.]

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It's somethin' all right.

[ Juzo, classically not a hat man.

He sets the rag aside and moves to take the spoon back so he can take over mixing duties. ]

Why do they call it that, anyway? "Deerstalker".

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[Back to mixing they go. The batter should be ready sooner rather than later.]

Oh, that is elementary. It is the cap of an outdoorsman; traditionally, a hunter. And thus, a deer-stalker.