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Oh dear. ~~And loose leaf was harder to get Erina!!~~

The very tone of her words is enough to say something is not right, and Jonathan certainly does come up quickly. "What is it?" he asks quickly, concern bleeding into his words and face alike. "What's happened, Erina?"

"That... that Javert! He said he's executed a young boy for his participation in the strange... truthfulness of last week. Something about trying to meddle in the "gift" the Fog gave us." Erina was so beside herself her hand shook slightly as she placed the kettle back on the stove and turned to face him.

"By which he of course meant," Erina motioned to Jonathan's more apparent changes than her own. ~~You will take loose leaf from her cold, dead hands, Jonathan.~~

It takes a moment to even comprehend what Erina is saying. His voice is almost flat by the time he answers, his eyes wide.

"An execution?" he repeats, struggling to accept it as reality. "Why- Just how did this news come forward..!?"

"It was on the network this morning! He's been raked across the coals by a great many people already, for good reason. The boy was barely fifteen from all accounts. However intelligent he was, he didn't deserve to die. Even if-- actually, can people come back from such a thing?" She turned to face Jonathan, face flushed and hands on hips.

"Honestly, all that did was change our usual composure. It isn't as if it hurt anyone."

"For that matter if he was executed I can't imagine it was a pleasant death- if such a thing could ever be pleasant!" he protests. "What occurred this month...quite truthfully has been one of the better months I've ever experienced here, speaking purely of such things," Jonathan adds, before going on.

"...I should speak with him," the demon determines. "...Yet from your words alone I wonder if mine would ever possibly meet his ears..." Public execution...

Horrid.

"I can only hope that you might get through to him. But to think he could be so cruel as to punish someone for an infraction so insignificant."

Erina poured him a cup of the strong tea, with sugar, and offered it to him. "I know that you said this place was full of horrors, I just did not imagine the horrors would be things we visit upon one another."

"I as well," he admits quietly to himself, taking the tea with a grim nod.

"Truthfully, I fear that those may be the source of the greatest horrors of them all. Amplified certainly by monstrous strength and visage- but unfortunately striking from the hearts of man. There are so many good people here despite these things, and yet with things such as this, it only becomes so much harder for them as well." He sips his tea, head bowed.

"I don't understand it- no, I cannot understand it, how they can choose actions such as that, over peace."

"That adage really is true, it seems: the more things change, the more they are the same. Even in our time there were those that eschewed peace for cruelty."

She sighed softly, pouring her tea and adding a little bit of cream and sugar, "I just wish it weren't so... all of that. Reasonable discourse. Hopefully, a just outcome is made. But in the meantime, my love. I did make a lovely stew. If you would try a bite and tell me if it needs anything, I would deeply appreciate it. The recipe was a little confusing in places.

"Until we can speak with others on the matter, there is indeed rather little we can do in the current moment. A stew though?" he asks, sniffing the air despite himself. It does smell good... "Gladly!" Jonathan comes toward the pot while he says that, peering at the mixture. "What have you put into it so far?"

"Ah, beef, potatoes, carrots and pearl onions... a little tomato paste, and I even managed to deglaze the pan with red wine and red wine vinegar without burning anything. This time. And then some salt and pepper... a bayleaf... I feel like I am missing something." Erina flushed pink as she offers him up a spoon with a nice chunk of beef in it.

"Admittedly, I did not make the bread; that was a purchase as I do not desire to burn the house to ashes."

"Oh...!" And one spoon and...it's wonderful! There is a mild sense of burning but he's used to that.

That's just the salt. He can live with it. "It tastes absolutely wonderful thus far! I can't think of what could possibly be missing however..." As is. "I don't believe there is any shame in purchasing the bread as it is- there are a great many conveniences available here that we simply would not have had before, and it would be better for us to take advantage with what the country often throws our way."

"You do have a point there, dearest." Erina turns her attention back to the stew, leaning over to make sure that the gas has gone to an appropriate height to keep the stew simmering until Lizzie returns from playing.

"And at least we needn't worry about them adding sawdust or chalk to the loaves." She frowned at the thought and then shuddered. "Let's wait for Lizzie to come home. Oh, and turn around, I've a little present for you."

"Personally I'm quite astounded that people even did such a thing," he can't help but remark, the disbelief more than evident in his tone. "People were to be eating those! How could they have even considered such things?"

Well, before such an answer can come, he's already obediently turning around. "A present? Whatever could the occasion be?"

"Well, you know how people felt about very white things. And very green ones. Before I came here, I read an article in the lancet about people getting arsenic poisoning from dresses and wallpaper." Erina said as she reached up for her hidden chocolate bars.

"Does there need to be an occasion for a present, dearest? Now, close your eyes and open your mouth, if you would?" She asked as she picked the one with fruits and nuts in it, and held it in front of his mouth. It very clearly smelled of chocolate. "Then bite down."

"Arsenic!?" This is not helping things at all!

Ah, but that- "Alright. Is that chocolate I smell howe-" That is chocolate he's tasting for that matter!! "Mnh-! Mpf!"

Wait a minute he can't talk like this. Also he's definitely not closing his eyes anymore, sorry- too busy being very happy and surprised all in one.

Erina herself might hoard chocolate, but she doesn't eat very much of it at a time herself. She lets go of the bar so it hangs from his mouth comically.

"I saw a bit of it that you might like, so I purchased a bar for you." There was no way one bar of chocolate would ruin Jonathan's supper, after all. And life was short, besides. Dessert first.

"Mnhh? Mnh-" Erina this makes him seem quite rude! As it is, he's quickly got the rest of the chocolate bar in his mouth.

Even if he can't really thank her yet. It's written all over his face at least??

"I'm glad to see you like it, Jonathan." Even if she must keep them hidden for her own enjoyment. While Jonathan would never maliciously eat her chocolate, he would certainly eat a bite or two before she got to it again. And since she did not eat them often...

"Consider it my apology for being so cross earlier about the... situation."

Well he'll simply...listen while he chews. ...And eventually he can answer, yes. Chocolate swallowed!

"An apology? There was hardly any need," he insists, as he always does. "It was wonderful indeed, but it was only natural you feel that way after all!"

Things were, well. Rather upsetting!

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