Misrecalled arrival and setup

[smilingarmor]

To say Sylvando was surprised to be suddenly plunked down on a lawn of perfectly manicured grass would be an understatement. But it was significantly less uncomfortable than his first trip between worlds, and a significantly nicer place to arrive than the one he'd been drawn to previously, even if he hadn't had the chance to see much of it. So he got up, dusted himself off, and took a look around. "Well that was certainly quite a trip," he said to himself. "The question now is, where am I?" And after a moment of looking around, and noticing the eerie emptiness of the otherwise lovely castle, "...And for that matter, where is anyone?"

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[smilingarmor]

The answer to Ben's question of course, was the fact that he loved and trusted her in return. And Sylvando knew well how much that meant to Mal. He encouraged her to be the best version of herself, but accepted and cared for her even when she fell short of that, something everyone needed and that had been sorely lacking in Mal's life before he'd come into it. "She's certainly that," he agreed. And maybe one day she'd see it herself.

But back on the subject at hand. "No she didn't," he said as they headed off to the kitchen. "But do tell! I have a feeling it was something exciting." After all, he wouldn't be telling the story otherwise. And knowing Mal, it was probably something chaotic and wonderfully colorful.

By the time Mal eventually joined them, the kitchen wasn't quite so spotless, and several cutting boards and other cooking implements were waiting in the sink to be washed. And while the food Sylv was preparing was taking a bit longer than sandwiches would have, the smells coming from the pot and large frying pan on the stove indicated that the results would be well worth the wait. He looked up from his cooking at Mal's entrance and grinned. "You look fabulous, darling!", he said. "That outfit is definitely you." In fact it was probably the most 'her' he'd ever seen her look. The most comfortable in her own skin. And that's what really made a look fabulous.

[mal_contented]

Ben was happy to take off his jacket, roll up his sleeves, wash his hands, and help. However he could. Sadly he had... little experience in the kitchen. So mostly just did what Sylvando told him to, and shared a story.

"Well, it wasn't long after Mal arrived that she gave it to me, but I'm not fully sure when she did the actual baking," he admitted. But he knew parts of the story from Lonnie. "But she and Evie and Jay and Carlos snuck into the kitchens, not realizing yet that they were welcome to use it openly. Or perhaps it was because they were cooking a spell and didn't want anyone to see. I'm not sure, and neither was Lonnie. Anyway, they were baking, of all things, a love spell. I don't think Mal ever realized that she didn't need it. I was more than halfway there already. But you van imagine Lonnie's reaction when she found out later that the cookies she impulsively added chocolate chips to when she saw them baking was meant to make me fall in love with Mal." He chuckled a bit.

He mixd or chopped whatever he was told to as he spoke. "Mal got me to eat one of the cookies, using the social version of the wounded bird feint my dad taught me when he was teaching me how to use a sword as a child. He taught me that you had to temper compassion with common sense..." That day was a whole other story though. "So even though the trap was obvious, I took the bait. I ate the cookie. I will admit the next bit is... a bit fuzzy," he said with a chuckle. "But the spell washed away on our first date. I was going to tell her I knew about the spell then and there, and was trying to figure out how to tell her that we needed to be honest with each other. Except..."

His smile was slightly different here, amused but also... diplomatic. Whatever he was about to say, Sylvando was good enough to catch the fact that he was about to start editing as he spoke. "She thought I was in danger because I was taking so long, trying to gather my thoughts. She threw herself into danger, sure I needed rescue. Any concerns I had about why she had felt so desperate to spell me faded then when I saw her throw herself in harms way to try to rescue me. Spell or no spell, I was in love," he added, his smile misty again. Editing over.

"I was raised to be honest but after that... I didn't tell her I knew about the spell. Not immediately. Not until the day of my coronation. When she gave me the antidote. That showed me... that she wanted me to love her, not because I was about to be king, but because she wanted me to love her. Me, the person. Oh the look on her face when she found out that I knew all along. And the even better look on her face," he added with a misty and loving smile as he remembered, "when she agreed to wear my ring, knowing I loved her. Without the spell."



When Sylvando complimented her outfit, Ben nodded. "I love it too, Mal. You look amazing. But why was it so important to change before we ate?" he asked, puzzled. He was relieved that she had left the spellbook back in her room. Maybe he had been concerned for nothing.

She smiled brilliantly. "Because the coat is the perfect place to keep my spellbook in easy reach without anyone knowing I have it on me," she said cheerfully. "And whatever that is smells amazing, shall we eat?"

And wrap!

[smilingarmor]

Thankfully, it didn't take much experience to peel and chop vegetables, so Ben was mostly put to work helping with that, or with fetching different utensils and bottles or containers of spices. Sylv, meanwhile, handled the more delicate tasks and the actual cooking as he listened to Ben relate his side of a tale he'd already heard from Mal's perspective.

He also caught the slight hesitation that meant Ben was editing his speech somewhat as he went. Not that he needed to, but Sylv approved of his suspected reasons. One day, Mal would feel comfortable enough to tell her beloved the whole truth, but for now it was enough for the two of them to be young and in love. No sense making things more complicated for them then they already were, or telling a story that wasn't his to tell.

"Hmm, I wonder if adding chocolate to a love potion would make it stronger or weaker?", Sylv mentioned thoughtfully. "Or if it would have any effect at all? After all, chocolate and love do go hand in hand, but one never can tell with magic." Serena would likely know, and he made a mental note to ask her whenever he next got the chance as Ben went on with his story.

And it really was a good story. Romance, intrigue, danger, a heartfelt eleventh-hour confession... really someone should write a book about it. Or perhaps several, since he suspected that was only the beginning of their adventures. And who knew? Maybe they would.

For now, Sylv grinned at Mal's cheek and nodded. "It'll be ready in just a moment, so if the two of you would be dears and set the table, such as it is, we can get down to dinner." And with good food, a toast to the hope of a successful venture. Whatever the days ahead might bring, they would face it together.