The Kitchen

-Smiles slightly at Daniellas retreating form-
What a positive girl

*raises an eyebrow at Daniella*
Odd.
*burps Dante*
Anyway..

Okay....
*watches Daniella leave*
*is very uncomfortalbe here now*
I think I'll be going.

Hah!
Well now the little guy doesn't look so hungry.
All better Dante?
Good job, Dad.

*kisses Dante's forehead*
*rubs back*
*to Melan*
So where are you from again?

I am originally from Greece-
Though I must admit I have been many places since.

Then your home wasn't far from mine.
Beautiful around there.
*smiles with nostalgia*

Indeed.
I have many a great memory from that area.
No mater how far I travel, and no matter the time period- I always find the fondest of memories from there. Strange how many memories one can accumulate.

*nods*
*stretches*
*thinks*
I wonder where Stefan disappeared to.
He's usually right up either Jumpy or Nikki's ass.

-Resists the urge to snort at Angelo's thought-
-Goes to rummage through a cabinet-

*sarcastically*
Make yourself at home.
Pie's in the fridge.
*points*

-Ignores his sarcasm-
Why thank you. I quite enjoy a good pie.
I figured I should find myself something to eat here as I highly doubt some of your house members are about to let me out of the house-
So, I cannot very well hunt, and I do not know where your hunting grounds are anyway.
Kitchen food it is.
-Finds a Nutrigrain Bar-
-Takes it out and unwraps it-
I promise not to eat you out of house and home.
I simply have not eaten in two weeks.

Then, by all means, eat.
Help yourself.
*cradles Dante*
*hesitantly*
Do you have family?

-Hesitates just a little too long and answers too sharply-
No.


Not since long before your time, Long before anyones memories existed have I had a family.
They are all long gone.

Thank you for the food.
-Leans against the wall-

*awkwardly*
Alright, then.
What brings you to Norway?

I had heard of your family from many- though mostly through whispers.
I wanted to see if it was all true. If such a family could exist.

Uh-huh.
That's..quite interesting.
What did you do before coming here?
I assume you had a job.

Yes, actually.
I am a professor.

Ah.
A professor of what subject?

Many subjects, if not all.
I have learned a lot in my many years, you see.

*scratches head*
So you prefer history, then?
*thinks*
Damn.
I should've copied Stefan's papers.
Maybe I'd have gotten into a college and learned how to sound half-way intelligent..

*sneaks down the back stairs*
*silently comes into kitchen, looking over shoulder*
*turns and sees the two men*
*freezes*
Oh. I didn't think anyone was down here.

*crosses arms*
*looks around, almost frantically*

*walks into kitchen*

Rizzo.

*resists urge to sigh*
*says softly*
Come, my friend.

*gently guides her out of the kitchen*

Uhm, ok...?

*follows/is led by Nikki*

-Pauses before answering Angelo, watching the exchange between Nikki and Rizzo-
Yes. I do enjoy history.
You would be amazed at how many stories that have been deemed fiction actually happened.