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{ Vincent is taking a brisk walk - exercise is good for the mind and body, you know - looking less like the dapper British gent than usual. Modernity is creeping up on him and he is just the sort to embrace it, bit by bit. }

It really is a shame servants can't be employed here - or am I wrong? Is it more a question of price? I can understand wanting to be well-compensated. I always thought I was an easy Master -

{ Ha ha ha. No. }

There is nothing wrong with living an exciting life. { What are you even trying to say, Vincent. } I don't think I've ever lived so peacefully or so...independently. I'm afraid it's going to my head.

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When a dog smells blood, what do they do? { Weaknesses like brotherly love are dangerous. } If you had threatened his position, it might have been different. I didn't want to risk putting you - my sons - in such a position.

Depends on the dog. [Sharks might have been the better analogy.]

I think you might have underestimated how close we were or his devotion to me. He would never have hurt me.

We are guard-dogs. { They're not lapdogs or friendly companions. }

The possibility occurred to me, that is all. { Ambition is a monster that hungers and hungers. } I'm sorry he was taken from you.

I'm aware.

[He gives just a little shrug of his shoulders, trying to see unbothered. Even if it will never stop aching.] It should never have happened to him.

We should find some horses and enjoy the scenery. { Seeing his little boy uncomfortable doesn't make him happy. } I would like to celebrate your Asthma improving.

[Good distraction, dad.]

Ah- it hasn't really improved. I just have a better method of handling it thanks to Doctor Crusher.

We may have trouble since we really only have inside the walls to explore.

You are not having attacks as often, are you? { The fact that he can get out and start a business is telling. } We thought age would help.

{ He shrugs and tips his head back to enjoy a breeze. }

I will be with you; that is enough.

No. I've learned to avoid anything that aggravates it. [In a way, it did.]

Just... around the city then?

I will help you continue the practice! { Cats are cute, but not that cute. }

Fine by me. Where should I meet you?

[He's not sure he really needs practice for that but he does appreciate the thought.]

I'm at the cafe now. Are you close?

{ He was being a little silly with the offer, but he will fulfill it by sending all kitties that get near Ciel into hyperspace. }

Close enough! Give me ten minutes.

{ Vincent walks quickly to cafe and arrives a little earlier than his proposed time. He enters the establishment with a calm smile, ordering a cup of coffee for himself before he searches for Ciel. }

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[He may not like them, and can't be around them, but nothing deserves that kind of fate, dad.

He'll find Ciel sitting at a small table near one of the windows, a cup of tea of his own sitting in front of him and a small plate of cookies.]

{ He slips into a chair across from Ciel, smiling softly, secretly. More sweets, hm? }

I'm glad to find you looking so well.

[Of course. However much he and Undertaker try, his sweet tooth prevails. And, of course, they're chocolate chip. No matter how much he pretends, little bits of his real self shine through.]

Why would I look otherwise? The weather has been fair enough that I can't risk getting sick.

{ Vincent is happy to enjoy a cup of coffee. With sugar, of course. He doesn't like the bitter brew without it. }

It does my heart good to see you looking well. I won't stand for you being sick if it can be prevented. I know it must be terribly taxing on you.

[Ew. He just wants dad to know, Undertaker is probably judging him along with the younger twin.]

I haven't been seriously ill in some time. [Except that time with the circus...] And I know you and Undertaker can handle anything if I do become sick.

{ Caffeine is important, son. As is alcohol. In moderation. }

You wouldn't have to worry. I took care of your mother before you were even born.

[He'll avoid the alcohol, thanks. And get his caffeine from teas.]

... Did you make Diedrich cook for mother and I when we were sick?

[At least once. Otherwise, he's sure Tanaka probably did a lot of it.]

There was at least one time where Diedrich, your brother and I cooked for you and your mother. It was...interesting.

{ Poor Diedrich. }

It was good. [He remembers it. If only because Sebastian had found the recipe.]

You don't good though. I don't think Gramp ever let you into the kitchen if he could help it.

Gramps was my Gramps before he was yours. { He sips on the hot brew. } I really don't have a talent for cooking.

{ Talent in this case means patience and the desire to learn. }

You're not denying that he wouldn't have let you in the kitchen. [And Ciel sips at his own tea, so casually calling his father out.]

Undertaker is a good teacher.

He would have said that wasn't a proper duty for an Earl. { With that smile of his. Gramps taught him all about grinning like the freaking Cheshire Cat. }

He has a lot of experience.

I think that might have been an excuse. Even nobles should have some knowledge of cooking. [He knows that now. Even if being drawn to other worlds is unheard of where they come from, they could still end up in strange situations that force them to cook for themselves.]

He does. And he doesn't make it boring.

You really think so? I wasn't bad with the meat. { Tying it up, that is. But he enjoys handling rope and tying people up. If he's being entirely honest. ~~Which he probably should never be.~~ }

He's special to both of us. I suppose that makes sense.

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