video | un: undertaker

[somakemelaugh]

[Undertaker pops on screen, looking like his usual self. Smiles all around, hair veiling his eyes, dark though not black clothing. He has mastered the phone-thing as of some time ago, but he hasn't had any real reason to need to use it until now.]

[Now, he has a message.]

I understand there's to be a special holiday coming up around these parts. Hygge, it's called. They say it's about family and friends, whoever you might be.

[He shrugs, grinning a little more, and though it might look wild on him, it's not entirely unfriendly.] So here's what I'd like to do. Some of you know me from the little cafe on the corner, some of you don't at all. If or not we've ever met and you feel so inclined, I've a kitchen in my house what needs using and a want to make all the hot cocoa we can handle. Stop on by and I'll welcome you to a cup of it.

[He has directions for the house, if anyone needs it. Then, with a tip of his hat, Undertaker ends the feed, leaving the invitation open to any who might take it.]

Comments

[somakemelaugh]

[There's a certain relief on top of a quiet joy at having found so affectionate a family, even if he doesn't consider himself to be family. An informant, a grave keeper, a nightmare ward, a guardian... He can easily be these things.]

Those were my thoughts. You can't go to the novelty store in town and pick up a stick of vanilla. It just doesn't work that way, although he did argue that the rarity of it in that sense adds to the appeal. I still don't think that's enough to beat chocolate out.

[He nods and looks back to the skeleton again.] He has a point, and I think you don't need to be told. Unless that wasn't your cause of death and you're just an odd one. Aren't you though, my friend?

[earlofphantoms]

{Vincent isn't particularly affectionate by nature, but with family, he feels it is essential. If love is not shown, how can it be known and trusted?}

The taste must be considered. Vanilla is delicious - most especially when mixed with sugar - but chocolate on its own can be a decadent treat. Have you ever seen anyone partaking of a pure stick of vanilla?

{He hums, smiling.} Let him have his secrets. If he gives everything away, what will he have to keep us hooked?

[somakemelaugh]

[He won't mind the affection in the least. Being so terribly nearsighted, touch was his next favorite sense, and it made his life and job so much easier when hands on was the preferred method.]

Oh no, not at all, milord. But now that you mention it, I may try it just for the sake of doing so. It sounds terrible. [The grin said he might be entirely serious about that. Maybe he'd find a way. There had to be one!]

[Instead of looking into that right off, he turned instead to the skeleton and stood from his chair to gather the prop up and move him back to his place in the living room.] So he will, then. Not much of a talker when it comes to himself, or an eater, I've noticed. I suppose it will have to be one of life's great mysteries.

[earlofphantoms]

{He pulls a small face before grinning.} I think you will taste the vanilla, but it would be terribly bland and hard to chew.

{As is the case with most plants. Human teeth are not the best at grinding the fibers down.}

I don't mind talking about myself...or eating. {He chuckles.} I must be more shameless than him.

[somakemelaugh]

[He shrugs a shoulder lightly. That's no reason to give up.] People eat plants raw all the time. Have you ever eaten raw pumpkin?

[Now that Albert is back in his place, he heads back into the kitchen to retrieve his cup and finish the last of his tea and set it in the sink to wash later.] You're shameless period. Our dear Albert is just picky. He has time to decide though. Bones are sturdy things, especially ones made of plastic.