Private Conversations

[dominioned]

The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.

A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.

"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"

We're in a museum now, Harry.

Comments

[dominioned]

Straightforward as ever, Rean Schwarzer. A question of mine own first: do you really take me as the type of man to answer something like that for free?

[reanbeans]

I was hoping you'd slip up and answer anyway.

[ We're doing real well right about now. ]

[dominioned]

Dear me, if I was that dim witted I would have hardly lived as long as I have.

[ Just peachy. ]

[reanbeans]

And I suppose you're feeling nice enough to say how old you are?

[ Rean knew better, but the question came out before he could stop himself rip. ]

[dominioned]

Would you bake me a birthday cake if I did?

[reanbeans]

I definitely would.

[ Rean wondered if he actually would, but part of him seriously considered it, despite his sarcastic response. No one needed to know that, though. ]

[dominioned]

Hoh, what a pity it is that cake is not to my taste. Tempting, nevertheless. Suffice it to say that you would have difficulty fitting enough candles even on a cake meant for a banquet.

[reanbeans]

...That old? Well, I guess anything's possible, seeing as Seteth was supposed to be an elder too. Sirius too.

[ He had no idea how to delicately phrase that, sorry Seteth and Sirius. ]

What kind of food is to your taste?

[ Since...they were discussing that, he was? Kind of actually curious? ]

[dominioned]

[ There's something of a chuckle from his side. He's old but is he that old, it will remain a mystery. ]

I'm a rather picky eater. But if I had to pick something you would be familiar with, tea: Assam or Earl Grey.

[reanbeans]

I'm familiar with those.

[ Being brought up in a noble house did help. So he'll make a mental note of this. ]

You say you're a picky eater, but are you a fan of any sweets at all?

[ Obviously not cake. ]

[dominioned]

Not at all. But I am very experienced in all kinds of sweets and pastries nonetheless. [ Not cake for sure. ]

[reanbeans]

...If I make you a nice dessert, will you grant me a straight answer to another question I have?

[ Does he also like cats. ]

[dominioned]

[ He mulls this over for several seconds. ]

We would have to define what a "nice dessert" is. Instead I'll offer you this: make me a pulled sugar sculpture of the subject of your choosing from the other inhabitants here. In exchange I will answer one question as straightforward as I am able, with the caveat that some things I may still be unable to answer. In that instance I will inform you as much, and you may ask another question until I am able to give you a response.

[ And wow, there's an aquarium not a cattery, Rean! ]

[reanbeans]

[ That's...sure going to be a trial of sorts in a place like this, but thinking that it's impossible would be quitter talk.

If anything, he's determined. Everyone has been working so hard, and he felt like he's fallen short himself in his own efforts. ]

...You've gotten yourself a deal.

I definitely won't disappoint.

[dominioned]

I look forward to it. [ And that sounds genuine. ]