[ Well, there's the yikes she was expecting. Jamil is a real piece of work, huh. ]
Sit.
[ Maomao doesn't raise her voice at Jamil or even particularly glare, but both her eyes and tone brook absolutely no argument. She points at a chair. ]
Or you might as well go back to bed now. [ To Kalim, with a much milder expression: ] There's a water pitcher in that icebox, isn't there? There should be a few ingredients I can use in there, too.
[ She rattles off a short list, since Kalim seems so eager to help. Always better to put restless hands to use or they'll find their way into some other trouble. It isn't as though she doesn't understand the social position Jamil is in, or even that she thinks it doesn't matter -- but it's clear that adhering to that structure here at school only causes problems. For everyone. Besides, it never hurts for a pampered pup to learn a few practical skills. ]
[Jamil sits, but he isn't happy about it. And he does so in a position where he can still keep an eye on where Kalim has run off to. There might not be any sharp objects in the pantry, but it wouldn't surprised Jamil for Kalim to give himself a concussion by accidentally knocking something on his head.
At least with Kalim preoccupied for a few moments, it gives Jamil a chance to address Maomao directly. Maybe he can head off this rest of her "assistance" at the pass.]
...I can assure you I am perfectly capable of managing both myself and Kalim.
[(All recent evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, of course.) Jamil's tone is plausibly mild and he notably doesn't say "without your help, which is actually very unhelpful", but he doesn't have to.]
[ Maomao doesn't look up, instead opening a cupboard and rummaging around for ingredients she can use. She's getting used to the different food served here, but she's still set in her cooking ways. She'll just have to make do with whatever she can find. ]
I'm sure you are. You were managing quite a lot more than just your young master, after all.
[ Her tone is as cool and neutral as ever. Once she's gathered what she needs from the cupboards, she takes a couple of small packets from her pocket and sets them on the counter before putting on some water to boil. All this time, her eyes are on her task, not Jamil. ]
But it's not as though you can go back to how you were doing things before. I wonder how you'll manage now.
[Jamil is quiet as Maomao says her piece. In truth, things are much less different now than he'd expected them to be. Azul has already come clean about his little lie and Kalim has already "explained" things to his parents, so other than the aftermath of the overblot itself Jamil is living a pretty consequence-free life right now.
It doesn't quite settle right within him, even if he's not going to complain about it. And there's still the most important change of all, which is that Kalim knows.
He knows, and is insisting on acting like he doesn't. Jamil knows how to respond to anger; he doesn't know how to respond to unconditional forgiveness. But it's not his place to question Kalim's decisions.]
As long as Kalim is fine with things, I don't see why anything needs to change.
[ It's a non-answer to a non-question, but Maomao is familiar with the tune Jamil is pretending to dance to. It really isn't her business -- really, all she's doing right now is making sure they both eat without Kalim incurring any serious injury -- but the familiarity nags at her all the same. As foreign is this place is, some things, it seems, are the same no matter where you go.
It's clear Maomao is used to cooking for other people, and that she's about as skilled at it as any servant to demanding masters. Before long she has a few pots on the stove, and she unfolds the cloth packets on the counter; one with a bundle of dried herbs at its center, the other a small pile of powder. ]
I'm sure even if he did insist on some change, you'd go right along with it. You're an exceptionally accommodating servant, after all.
[Jamil does make a note of both her obvious competence in the kitchen and the familiarity she seems to have with his and Kalim's relationship--notable, because many of the other students here don't seem to know what to do with it.
However, he's not up to calling her on anything while she's being passive-aggressive to his face.]
Is there something you're trying to say?
[He knows coy beating around the bush when he hears it, that's his modus operandi.]
dw kalim the adults (""adults"") are almost done talking
[ Maomao does look up at this, blinking at him with a mild expression. ]
Hm? Not at all. I guess you just reminded me of home a little, that's all.
[ Good luck on getting her to give up the passive-aggressive bit right away! Maomao is committed to being noncommittal. She pours hot water over the herbs, and the room begins to fill with a pungent and decidedly medicine smell. She returns to the stove, stirring and adjusting temperatures. The degree of control over the cooking fire here is absolutely unheard of, but she's not about to start giggling over the marvels of a modern kitchen. It would ruin the whole vibe she's got going right now. ]
I knew a concubine, once -- a flower in the nation's most coveted garden. But in that garden she had no friends or peers, only her ladies-in-waiting to depend on. She trusted them wholeheartedly -- but they were conceited and bitter, and they abused that trust, convincing their lady that every visitor was an enemy while advising her at every turn to embarrass herself in front of the other concubines. The saddest part was that she never seemed to even notice that she was being bullied.
[ She strains the herbs out of the tea, and places the mug and the packet with the powder in front of Jamil. ]
[Like fuck he's drinking that. (Not because he suspects it of anything, he's been watching her the entire time. Just on principle.)
He refuses to indulge her in her cute little story. He's not an idiot, there's a very pointed comparison she's drawing here. To what end, he has no idea, but he detests when people call him out presume they know anything about him.]
Yes, and? This sounds like a conversation you want to be having with Kalim.
[ Maomao is one hundred percent certain that if she related this same tale to Kalim, the parallels would sail clean over his head. The point doesn't need to be pressed any further, anyway. ]
Oh? I see. My apologies for subjecting you to such idle chatter, then.
[ She doesn't sound particularly apologetic, but she doesn't sound like she's being sarcastic, either; rather, it sounds like the self-effacing apology of a servant. She glances over at the untouched tea and powder, then Jamil, and shrugs just slightly. ]
It's just medicine. You don't have to drink it if you don't want to, but it'll help speed along your recovery.
[ If nothing else, she's confident that her reputation as the resident apothecary has been well established by now. She doesn't care if Jamil looks at her like she's a snail, but she might actually rankle at being thought of as a quack. ]
Now that Kalim is here, Jamil keeps his face placid as he takes the mug.]
Yes, thank you for your hospitality, Maomao. Especially considering you're our guest.
[See, two can play the snide passive-aggression game. And he does have an idea now of where she's learned it, but rather than consider her a kindred spirit, he really just wants her to leave.]
[ Polite deflection! Maomao just gives them both a slight bow. ]
Oh, not at all. As an apothecary, it's the least I can do. If anything, I appreciate you letting me use your kitchen. My own dorm's kitchen is, uh...not as well-stocked.
[ And their kitchen really is well-stocked! A little sparkle in her eyes betrays her excitement at access to a wide variety of ingredients, even if it's just for cooking. She clears her throat and gives Kalim a judicious nod, gesturing for him to set all that stuff down before he drops anything. ]
Very good, thank you. [ She sifts through the ingredients and hands a few vegetables out to Kalim. ] Could you wash these for me while I mind the stove?
[ She's sure Jamil will balk at her asking Kalim to do such dirty work, but there is something refreshing about his eagerness to do it. She knows full well that if their positions were reversed -- if she were dealing with Jinshi here -- she'd probably feel as obliged as Jamil to maintain their class distinction. But they aren't, and Jamil imprisoned her in this dorm for the better part of a week before his whole mind control scheme was blown, so she is feeling especially unsympathetic.
She isn't half-assing this meal, though, that's for sure: she's got multiple pots simmering on the stove, and a little ball of dough she starts rolling out on the counter. She chops vegetables as Kalim cleans them with studious precision and practiced speed. And Jamil, you better believe it smells so fucking good in here. ]
I'm afraid I'm used to working with rather different ingredients back home, so I hope this will suit your tastes.
[ YAY, THANK YOU MAOMAO, HE LOVES TO HELP SO MUCH. He's not an efficient vegetable washer mind you, mainly because he's determined to do a good job so he really takes his time. ]
Wow, Maomao, it smells great! What are you making? Do you think– [ Hm, actually, glancing at Jamil, he immediately thinks better of asking if he could learn to make it. ] Um, never mind!
[You better believe Jamil is STEWING IN FURY about Maomao having Kalim WASH VEGETABLES while Jamil is forced to sit and watch. But he's not going to protest, because Kalim will be insufferably upset about it and also Maomao will know she's getting to him.
But man, are his vibes rancid.
And he can pick up what you're putting down, Kalim, even if you only dropped it there by accident.]
Of course, I would be delighted to add a new recipe to my repertoire.
[Which means you gotta let him in closer so he can learn it :)]
[ Maomao appreciates the vegetable washing diligence, even if Kalim is a little slow. Really, it's a shame he's doomed to a life of wealth -- he'd have made an excellent servant. ]
Certainly. It's simple enough; anyone could learn to make it.
[ She points out for both of their benefit what she's making: a few sauteed vegetables here, some aromatic rice there, a gentle but warmly seasoned broth; she's not familiar with all of these spices by taste, but she's confident it's at least edible. The most involved thing she's made is a small dish of dumplings with a spiced meat filling, which turns out to be pretty good when she takes an experimental bite. When all is said and done, there's a nice variety of small plates, most of them fairly light fare. She presents breakfast to them with a modest bow. ]
If it's to your taste, I can write it down for you. [ She glances sidelong at Jamil, making brief eye contact before looking back to Kalim. ] It's my understanding that Jamil also serves as your poison tester. I realize I may be overstepping my bounds here, but I think that would constitute an undue burden on a recovering patient.
[Excuse me? Is Maomao seriously suggesting what he thinks she is suggesting? He is nipping that in the bud before Kalim can figure out what she's really asking, thank you very much.]
Kalim, it's enough that you're washing vegetables! Apparently I need to remind the both of you that this situation is temporary.
[Imminently so, if he has anything to say about it.]
[ Maomao clicks her tongue quietly in annoyance, just once. Jamil is her least favorite kind of attendant. Even if she can sympathize with him a great deal more than she can with Kalim, he sets her teeth on edge. And the way Kalim seems to shrink when he apologizes to Jamil bothers her. It really does remind her of some of the worst ladies-in-waiting she's met, and as far as she can gather, Kalim has no other confidant here. Is Kalim lonely? Well, far be it from her to understand the mind of someone like him.
She meets Jamil's indignation with placid look and a nod of concession. ]
I understand your concerns. You have a responsibility to uphold not only your station, but his as well. [ She begins tidying up the kitchen, gathering cooking utensils for washing. ] But you know, Jamil, even if we were back in your homeland now, his will would still triumph. As a lowly peasant, and one not even from this world, I wouldn't be in a position to refuse anything Kalim asked of me anyway, right?
[ Sorry Kalim, nothing personal! In fact, it sounds decidedly impersonal. Not waiting for an answer from Jamil, she turns back to Kalim. ]
[ Kalim looks between the two of them uneasily. WOW. He knows he is terrible at reading the room but the vibes in here are AWFUL.
Well. He's pretty confident he isn't going to be able to figure out the right thing to say here, so it's definitely best to just ignore it, especially if someone's asking him a question. ]
Well, it looks fun! Jamil always looks so cool when he's cooking... And I'd really like to be able to make food for other people, because getting food made for me makes me really happy! Jamil wouldn't have to do so much work if I could cook, too...
[ Ah, how admirable of him. Earnesty counts for something. He's like a big, stupid, friendly dog. There are definitely worse kinds of people. ]
I won't refuse, if that's what you want. [ Keyword: what Kalim wants. C'mon, Jamil, you wanted to play the servant, now you're gonna have to play along with Maomao ]
I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with your homeland's cuisine, but I'll do my best to teach you the basics. A strong sense of the fundamentals is what's most important.
[Maomao's main mistake is thinking Jamil gives a shit about what Kalim wants in this situation. Unfortunately for Kalim, as much as Jamil serves him, he also serves Kalim's parents. And that overrides any of Kalim's impulsive decisions, as well as Maomao's attempts to cultivate them.]
You'll be doing no such thing.
[He's already on his feet, his mug left forgotten on the island where he was sitting. He's not about to pick a fight in the middle of the kitchen, but the stormy expression on his face and the way he bites out his words make it clear he would really like to.]
We of course appreciate your generosity and patience in this... time in our household, but be careful not to overstay your welcome.
[ Ooh boy. Maomao is starting to feel like perhaps her offer to help with breakfast was a little too generous, because whatever is going on between these two, she super does not need or want to be involved. As much as Maomao hates being told what to do by someone like Jamil, she hates getting wrapped up in other people's business more, so she suppresses a momentary grimace in favor of a bland expression. The polite thing would be to stick around and clean up, but surely this is beyond the bounds of politesse. She offers a polite bow instead. ]
I've no wish to overstay my welcome. If I can be of no further help, I'll take my leave now.
[ Kalim sounds a bit desperate. On principle he hates the idea of anyone being made to feel unwelcome on his watch, but more than that he really feels like he needs backup. Any kind of backup. Maomao please ]
A-and Jamil, you don't have to... I know it's your job but you can have an easier job!
[Jamil doesn't remember what he intended to say when he opened his mouth--probably something about how Maomao leaving would be preferred, actually--because he's hit by a wave of dizziness as soon as he does, and his thoughts disperse entirely. Where did that come from? He blinks rapidly, trying to get his eyes to focus again.
Oh. Right. He's not supposed to be getting worked up. Doctor's orders.
His balance is affected badly enough he has to sit down before his knees hit the floor. Now he's lost his place in the argument, and probably undermined his own position to boot. That's embarrassing.]
[ Kalim rushes to his side so hastily he almost stumbles in his alarm. He seizes Jamil's hands and looks at him with big wet eyes, like he's worried he's about to keel over any second. ]
[ Urgh. Just as she was about to make her escape... Maomao suppresses a sigh and with a deep sense of resignation, she turns back towards Jamil. If they're going to drag her into whatever weird unresolved tension they have going on here, Jamil could at least have the decency to be less of a pest about obeying doctor's orders. She channels her annoyance into a stern frown at Jamil as she closes the distance between them in a few quick strides. ]
I told you not to overdo it, didn't I? You ought to be back on bed rest.
[ With a polite but distinctively dismissive wave, Maomao shoos Kalim out of the way. She can't do anything while Kalim's clinging to Jamil like a wife in distress, and she's not sure the emotional tone vibe he's bringing is helping the situation either. Everyone here needs to take a lesson in chilling the fuck out. ]
I'm going to check your temperature. [ Maomao prefers to be warned before someone touches her, at any rate, and she puts the back of her hand to Jamil's forehead. Running too hot, of course. Up close, he looks even worse. She glances over at Kalim. She's pretty sure he'll just hover and fret unless she gives him something to do. ] I think Jamil needs that glass of water right about now.
[Quite frankly, Jamil would rather Kalim not be so tearfully in his face at the moment either, so he is privately grateful to Maomao for sweeping him off. He doesn't protest her taking his vitals either--he knows he just blew up whatever point he was trying to make by swooning (ugh) at just the right time, so making a further fuss can only worsen his humiliation. Radiating sullen energy at Maomao as she goes about it is the most he can do.
Kalim can even get the stupid water if he wants. See? Jamil can compromise. The fact that he still feels a bit like he might not be able to stand up has absolutely nothing to do with it, either.]
[ Yeah, the least Jamil can do is make this a little easier on her, but the lack of resistance is pretty telling. Be as sullen as you want at her, Jamil, it honestly makes her job easier when you don't talk.
She gives Kalim a perfunctory nod as thanks for the water, then gestures at breakfast. ] Why don't you eat while the food's still hot? There's not really anything else you can do for Jamil right now.
[ It is the nicest possible way she can think to say "you will just be in the way". She dampens a clean cloth for a cool compress and looks Jamil up and down, lips pursed. ]
How much do you weigh?
[ This is not a purely academic question. She is already rolling up her sleeves. ]
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Sit.
[ Maomao doesn't raise her voice at Jamil or even particularly glare, but both her eyes and tone brook absolutely no argument. She points at a chair. ]
Or you might as well go back to bed now. [ To Kalim, with a much milder expression: ] There's a water pitcher in that icebox, isn't there? There should be a few ingredients I can use in there, too.
[ She rattles off a short list, since Kalim seems so eager to help. Always better to put restless hands to use or they'll find their way into some other trouble. It isn't as though she doesn't understand the social position Jamil is in, or even that she thinks it doesn't matter -- but it's clear that adhering to that structure here at school only causes problems. For everyone. Besides, it never hurts for a pampered pup to learn a few practical skills. ]
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At least with Kalim preoccupied for a few moments, it gives Jamil a chance to address Maomao directly. Maybe he can head off this rest of her "assistance" at the pass.]
...I can assure you I am perfectly capable of managing both myself and Kalim.
[(All recent evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, of course.) Jamil's tone is plausibly mild and he notably doesn't say "without your help, which is actually very unhelpful", but he doesn't have to.]
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This is going to Take A Minute . ]
bless u kalim
I'm sure you are. You were managing quite a lot more than just your young master, after all.
[ Her tone is as cool and neutral as ever. Once she's gathered what she needs from the cupboards, she takes a couple of small packets from her pocket and sets them on the counter before putting on some water to boil. All this time, her eyes are on her task, not Jamil. ]
But it's not as though you can go back to how you were doing things before. I wonder how you'll manage now.
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It doesn't quite settle right within him, even if he's not going to complain about it. And there's still the most important change of all, which is that Kalim knows.
He knows, and is insisting on acting like he doesn't. Jamil knows how to respond to anger; he doesn't know how to respond to unconditional forgiveness. But it's not his place to question Kalim's decisions.]
As long as Kalim is fine with things, I don't see why anything needs to change.
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[ It's a non-answer to a non-question, but Maomao is familiar with the tune Jamil is pretending to dance to. It really isn't her business -- really, all she's doing right now is making sure they both eat without Kalim incurring any serious injury -- but the familiarity nags at her all the same. As foreign is this place is, some things, it seems, are the same no matter where you go.
It's clear Maomao is used to cooking for other people, and that she's about as skilled at it as any servant to demanding masters. Before long she has a few pots on the stove, and she unfolds the cloth packets on the counter; one with a bundle of dried herbs at its center, the other a small pile of powder. ]
I'm sure even if he did insist on some change, you'd go right along with it. You're an exceptionally accommodating servant, after all.
skipping over hawwy for a sec 🙏
However, he's not up to calling her on anything while she's being passive-aggressive to his face.]
Is there something you're trying to say?
[He knows coy beating around the bush when he hears it, that's his modus operandi.]
dw kalim the adults (""adults"") are almost done talking
Hm? Not at all. I guess you just reminded me of home a little, that's all.
[ Good luck on getting her to give up the passive-aggressive bit right away! Maomao is committed to being noncommittal. She pours hot water over the herbs, and the room begins to fill with a pungent and decidedly medicine smell. She returns to the stove, stirring and adjusting temperatures. The degree of control over the cooking fire here is absolutely unheard of, but she's not about to start giggling over the marvels of a modern kitchen. It would ruin the whole vibe she's got going right now. ]
I knew a concubine, once -- a flower in the nation's most coveted garden. But in that garden she had no friends or peers, only her ladies-in-waiting to depend on. She trusted them wholeheartedly -- but they were conceited and bitter, and they abused that trust, convincing their lady that every visitor was an enemy while advising her at every turn to embarrass herself in front of the other concubines. The saddest part was that she never seemed to even notice that she was being bullied.
[ She strains the herbs out of the tea, and places the mug and the packet with the powder in front of Jamil. ]
Here, drink this.
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He refuses to indulge her in her cute little story. He's not an idiot, there's a very pointed comparison she's drawing here. To what end, he has no idea, but he detests when people
call him outpresume they know anything about him.]Yes, and? This sounds like a conversation you want to be having with Kalim.
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Oh? I see. My apologies for subjecting you to such idle chatter, then.
[ She doesn't sound particularly apologetic, but she doesn't sound like she's being sarcastic, either; rather, it sounds like the self-effacing apology of a servant. She glances over at the untouched tea and powder, then Jamil, and shrugs just slightly. ]
It's just medicine. You don't have to drink it if you don't want to, but it'll help speed along your recovery.
[ If nothing else, she's confident that her reputation as the resident apothecary has been well established by now. She doesn't care if Jamil looks at her like she's a snail, but she might actually rankle at being thought of as a quack. ]
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I think I got everything! I – oh, Maomao, you made medicine? Thank you!!
[ He looks at Jamil eagerly. You're going to drink that right :) ]
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Now that Kalim is here, Jamil keeps his face placid as he takes the mug.]
Yes, thank you for your hospitality, Maomao. Especially considering you're our guest.
[See, two can play the snide passive-aggression game. And he does have an idea now of where she's learned it, but rather than consider her a kindred spirit, he really just wants her to leave.]
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Oh, not at all. As an apothecary, it's the least I can do. If anything, I appreciate you letting me use your kitchen. My own dorm's kitchen is, uh...not as well-stocked.
[ And their kitchen really is well-stocked! A little sparkle in her eyes betrays her excitement at access to a wide variety of ingredients, even if it's just for cooking. She clears her throat and gives Kalim a judicious nod, gesturing for him to set all that stuff down before he drops anything. ]
Very good, thank you. [ She sifts through the ingredients and hands a few vegetables out to Kalim. ] Could you wash these for me while I mind the stove?
[ She's sure Jamil will balk at her asking Kalim to do such dirty work, but there is something refreshing about his eagerness to do it. She knows full well that if their positions were reversed -- if she were dealing with Jinshi here -- she'd probably feel as obliged as Jamil to maintain their class distinction. But they aren't, and Jamil imprisoned her in this dorm for the better part of a week before his whole mind control scheme was blown, so she is feeling especially unsympathetic.
She isn't half-assing this meal, though, that's for sure: she's got multiple pots simmering on the stove, and a little ball of dough she starts rolling out on the counter. She chops vegetables as Kalim cleans them with studious precision and practiced speed. And Jamil, you better believe it smells so fucking good in here. ]
I'm afraid I'm used to working with rather different ingredients back home, so I hope this will suit your tastes.
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Wow, Maomao, it smells great! What are you making? Do you think– [ Hm, actually, glancing at Jamil, he immediately thinks better of asking if he could learn to make it. ] Um, never mind!
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But man, are his vibes rancid.
And he can pick up what you're putting down, Kalim, even if you only dropped it there by accident.]
Of course, I would be delighted to add a new recipe to my repertoire.
[Which means you gotta let him in closer so he can learn it :)]
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Certainly. It's simple enough; anyone could learn to make it.
[ She points out for both of their benefit what she's making: a few sauteed vegetables here, some aromatic rice there, a gentle but warmly seasoned broth; she's not familiar with all of these spices by taste, but she's confident it's at least edible. The most involved thing she's made is a small dish of dumplings with a spiced meat filling, which turns out to be pretty good when she takes an experimental bite. When all is said and done, there's a nice variety of small plates, most of them fairly light fare. She presents breakfast to them with a modest bow. ]
If it's to your taste, I can write it down for you. [ She glances sidelong at Jamil, making brief eye contact before looking back to Kalim. ] It's my understanding that Jamil also serves as your poison tester. I realize I may be overstepping my bounds here, but I think that would constitute an undue burden on a recovering patient.
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[ And while he's addressing Jamil specifically: ]
...And you don't have to make it for me. Sorry. [ He looks eagerly back at Maomao. ] Actually...maybe I could try instead?
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Kalim, it's enough that you're washing vegetables! Apparently I need to remind the both of you that this situation is temporary.
[Imminently so, if he has anything to say about it.]
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She meets Jamil's indignation with placid look and a nod of concession. ]
I understand your concerns. You have a responsibility to uphold not only your station, but his as well. [ She begins tidying up the kitchen, gathering cooking utensils for washing. ] But you know, Jamil, even if we were back in your homeland now, his will would still triumph. As a lowly peasant, and one not even from this world, I wouldn't be in a position to refuse anything Kalim asked of me anyway, right?
[ Sorry Kalim, nothing personal! In fact, it sounds decidedly impersonal. Not waiting for an answer from Jamil, she turns back to Kalim. ]
May I ask why you want to learn to cook?
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Well. He's pretty confident he isn't going to be able to figure out the right thing to say here, so it's definitely best to just ignore it, especially if someone's asking him a question. ]
Well, it looks fun! Jamil always looks so cool when he's cooking... And I'd really like to be able to make food for other people, because getting food made for me makes me really happy! Jamil wouldn't have to do so much work if I could cook, too...
[ A brief pause. ]
You totally can refuse, though!
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I won't refuse, if that's what you want. [ Keyword: what Kalim wants. C'mon, Jamil, you wanted to play the servant, now you're gonna have to play along with Maomao ]
I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with your homeland's cuisine, but I'll do my best to teach you the basics. A strong sense of the fundamentals is what's most important.
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You'll be doing no such thing.
[He's already on his feet, his mug left forgotten on the island where he was sitting. He's not about to pick a fight in the middle of the kitchen, but the stormy expression on his face and the way he bites out his words make it clear he would really like to.]
We of course appreciate your generosity and patience in this... time in our household, but be careful not to overstay your welcome.
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[ Kalim turns to look at him, disappointed and confused. Why is he so mad? ]
I thought -- Wouldn't it make things easier for you?
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It's not about making things easier for me. How many times do I have to say this? I work for your parents, not you. This is my job.
[That last comment is directed, very obviously, at Maomao instead.]
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I've no wish to overstay my welcome. If I can be of no further help, I'll take my leave now.
[ She is already edging towards the door. ]
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[ Kalim sounds a bit desperate. On principle he hates the idea of anyone being made to feel unwelcome on his watch, but more than that he really feels like he needs backup. Any kind of backup. Maomao please ]
A-and Jamil, you don't have to... I know it's your job but you can have an easier job!
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Oh. Right. He's not supposed to be getting worked up. Doctor's orders.
His balance is affected badly enough he has to sit down before his knees hit the floor. Now he's lost his place in the argument, and probably undermined his own position to boot. That's embarrassing.]
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[ Kalim rushes to his side so hastily he almost stumbles in his alarm. He seizes Jamil's hands and looks at him with big wet eyes, like he's worried he's about to keel over any second. ]
Are you okay??
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I told you not to overdo it, didn't I? You ought to be back on bed rest.
[ With a polite but distinctively dismissive wave, Maomao shoos Kalim out of the way. She can't do anything while Kalim's clinging to Jamil like a wife in distress, and she's not sure the emotional tone vibe he's bringing is helping the situation either. Everyone here needs to take a lesson in chilling the fuck out. ]
I'm going to check your temperature. [ Maomao prefers to be warned before someone touches her, at any rate, and she puts the back of her hand to Jamil's forehead. Running too hot, of course. Up close, he looks even worse. She glances over at Kalim. She's pretty sure he'll just hover and fret unless she gives him something to do. ] I think Jamil needs that glass of water right about now.
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Kalim can even get the stupid water if he wants. See? Jamil can compromise. The fact that he still feels a bit like he might not be able to stand up has absolutely nothing to do with it, either.]
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He spills it a bit on the way back though. ]
Sorry-! Here.
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She gives Kalim a perfunctory nod as thanks for the water, then gestures at breakfast. ] Why don't you eat while the food's still hot? There's not really anything else you can do for Jamil right now.
[ It is the nicest possible way she can think to say "you will just be in the way". She dampens a clean cloth for a cool compress and looks Jamil up and down, lips pursed. ]
How much do you weigh?
[ This is not a purely academic question. She is already rolling up her sleeves. ]