1691/Sir Knight and Lady Stargazer

Sir Knight and Lady Stargazer
Date of Scene:	16 May 2020
Location:	Dane Whitman's Home
Synopsis:	A little quiet time amidst the storms.
Cast of Characters:	Jane Foster, Dane Whitman

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Jane Foster has posed:
Bowls, bowls everywhere and not a jot to eat. A curd bubbles away on the saucepan with mango and passionfruit giving it a rich golden colour, half-babysat by Jane. Raspberries sit in a bowl off to the side, waiting to be incorporated into a creation that promises to be eaten in a single go. Possibly three or four large bites. The cooling sponge is scented deliciously, a hint of orange, in there. Whisking the small amount of seedage into the heated curd, she waits for it to reach a consistency good enough to spread onto a low, flat pan. Cookie sheet, if that's all they have. Nonetheless, she hums while waiting on the timer, swishing the wisk in lazy circles. "Can you bring me the cheesecake? It's sitting there by the counter," she calls, though she will happily reclaim the mixing bowl with a heavenly cream whipped into a soft, silken glimmer. "I need to put that on the sponge. Not too thick, for all I want to eat them by the spoonful. Lucky we have no company for the evening to contest how this turns out."

An addiction to baking shows absolutely doesn't apply here, but rather than evening to do something a little more sedate than trying to resolve the cause of death and life. Raspberries beg for a pile of nibbles. I could just crush them in a bite. Summer comes!" She winks playfully.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Yeah sure." Dane Whitman replies to the request picking up the plate of cheesecake and bringing it over to Jane with a wry grin, "I dunno, I'm a pretty harsh critic, don't you know?" He sets the requested cheesecake within easy reach, stealing a raspberry, but only one.

"Look, I'm just glad we managed a day off." Dane steps back, leaning against the opposite counter, watching Jane work her particular alchemy in the kitchen and trying to be mildly helpful.

Jane Foster has posed:
The cheesecake isn't an actual cheesecake in the round New York sense but a spreadable gooey deliciousness. Something deathly in need of consumption, given the sweet scent rising from it. Already mixed with a few strawberries, Jane triple-checks her phone with its present recipe. Time to pause; she scoops up a raspberry or eight and tosses them in by the handful. A quick stir of a spoon would be useful there, but she pulls the passionfruit curd from the heat and gestures. "Would you gently fold that up, if you dare? I would love to, but this has to pour before it sets or else. Director Fury would be -horrified- to see me waste good food this way." No, he wouldn't but teasing Dane with the idea of a listening device is probably intended as a tease. She tilts her head slightly and starts the careful act of smothering a baking sheet in bubbly fruit goodness. "Having a day off feels decadent, doesn't it? So strange. We spent so many days in the lab, this is almost /domestic./"

She stresses the word, laughter playing behind her dancing cinnamon-brown eyes. Carefully working the bright orange-gold concoction into a relatively smooth spread takes time, and she isn't rushing. "I'm glad we agree being adults means we can have dessert whenever we want. Though we should probably have some practice in. I admit it was hard being there in the truck knowing my relative contributions if push came to shove were going to be nearly null. I can shoot with the ICER, but I never want to be responsible for making you put your neck out and suffer on my behalf."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Almost?" Dane chuckles, shaking his head in amusement, following the instructions given ably enough. "And Fury is a gourmand? Or just really down on waste in any form?" The listening device joke isn't lost on him, but he ignores it outwardly for the sake of humor.

"Practice?" He's not initially sure of the context there...practice in eating dessert? But the rest of the statement clarifies, and a look of understanding crosses his face, "Well...maybe, but mission specialists have a role, too. Not everybody can do everything." He adds, "Not suggesting you should avoid training or anything if the opportunity arises. Just...don't beat yourself up over it /too/ much?

Jane Foster has posed:
"Almost," teases Jane, shaking her head a little. "It wouldn't be totally domestic with a living knight about. You know, I am unsure if our illustrious director is a gourmand or more likely to shoot a pie. I haven't ever put the thought to the test." She looks back to examine her handiwork, leaving the curd to cool in a sheet. "Now, let's return to spreading that cheesecake mix out. Sponge to me, squishy goop on top in an even layer. Then we try doing the impossible, which is rolling up the sponge into a roulade and coating it in the heavenly bliss of melted down fruit." Her grin widens a little at that while she works around Dane.

Practice in eating dessert -is- something they both can use more attention to. But she nods with a quick dip of her chin. "Not that I want to do everything. I know my limits. But it dawns on me that being totally covered won't always happen and the risks in the field require better strategies. Tactics, listen to me." She pushes her bangs off her face with the back of her hand. "What next for us, do you think? More Nazis, more mysterious noises? Or are we going after that stolen leopard?"

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Who knows?" Dane replies to the question with a shake of his head and a shrug, mostly still acting as the second pair of hands as the confection comes together. "Something tells me we rarely get the same thing twice. I haven't read the Snow Leopard reports yet to see why that's a SHIELD matter and not an Animal Control or Fish and Wildlife matter. Either way, I don't think SHIELD often offers up the same thing twice. Tomorrow it'll be...I don't know, some guy genetically engineering superpowers in his basement or something."

Dane leans over and gives Jane a peck on the cheek, "What do you think pairs well with this? I don't exactly have a fully stocked cellar but I've probably got at least one bottle that shouldn't be too bad."

Jane Foster has posed:
A shy grin skids across Jane's features while concentration holds her fast. It's a hard thing, rolling up a sponge laid flat and covered in cheesecaked whippery, snapped by fresh raspberries. She manages, though, scattering a number of freeze-dried raspberries across a sheet of parchment paper. "Let's begin the tricky bit. I have never tried it quite like this, and if it goes rotten, we have sponge cake desserts like a pudding. Raspberry shortcake smashup. Sound good?" Covering up her mistakes as an opportunity is a viable skill. "The snow leopard I heard was stolen, though how we fit in? Maybe it's based on who stole it. Your guess though, probably as good as mine." Her fingers wrap around the edge of the cake as she cautiously, carefully starts to roll it up. Let's go spongey goodness, with the gooey filling rolling out in places. A soft laugh follows. "I like your story better. Engineering superpowers in his basement, mm? Sounds like a real trial."

Her thumb swirls around in a circle and she dabs at Dane's nose. He might catch her wrist or dodge being smudged, though she is not complaining either way. "What pairs with that? I have to pour over the curd, so something sweet or crisp. Sauvignon blanc, a muscat. Might be too sweet for the latter?" She catches a kiss to his cheek in return, pursuing him with a gentle nuzzle. "We need to go out to look at the stars tomorrow, you know. Jupiter and Venus form an alignment with the Moon. As the moon's in a crescent, it forms the rare 'smiley face.'"

Now she can prance away to be chased.