セーラーアスタルテ/ss astarte (
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Cake is the food that no one has to die for
[...She...she isn't sure what to do. She doesn't get sleep that night. She wanders around, sitting in the tea room, walking the library, trying to figure out what to do with herself. What to do for Natalie. For everyone in general.
Is this how the trials worked? Will they have to deal with another next week? Can she...she condemned Natalie's brother. She'd probably never speak to Astarte again.
This is your fault. Death is more preferable to such shame, isn't it?
As 7 am finally came around, and the kitchen opened, Astarte decides to do something. Hime...had wanted to have cake with everyone. A nobody dying cake. She should try to...try and fulfill that promise.
So, she starts working on a cake, using a recipe from the library's various cookbooks. It won't be as good as Hime's, she knows this. But she has to try. It also isn't going to look great, but...it won't be bad for the taste, right?
Once she's finished, there's a...cake in the dining room, along with some other foodstuffs, and a note that says HELP YOURSELF. There's also Astarte, starting to doze off at the other end of the table, then shaking her head to keep herself awake. Feel free to try and help her stay awake, or not, regardless of what you decide to eat or not eat.]
Is this how the trials worked? Will they have to deal with another next week? Can she...she condemned Natalie's brother. She'd probably never speak to Astarte again.
This is your fault. Death is more preferable to such shame, isn't it?
As 7 am finally came around, and the kitchen opened, Astarte decides to do something. Hime...had wanted to have cake with everyone. A nobody dying cake. She should try to...try and fulfill that promise.
So, she starts working on a cake, using a recipe from the library's various cookbooks. It won't be as good as Hime's, she knows this. But she has to try. It also isn't going to look great, but...it won't be bad for the taste, right?
Once she's finished, there's a...cake in the dining room, along with some other foodstuffs, and a note that says HELP YOURSELF. There's also Astarte, starting to doze off at the other end of the table, then shaking her head to keep herself awake. Feel free to try and help her stay awake, or not, regardless of what you decide to eat or not eat.]
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The Captain wouldn't even want to investigate that cake.
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[SHE'S AWAKE, SHE'S TOTALLY AWAKE]
...Oh. I made it.
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She walks into the kitchen and... what is that monstrosity on the table.]
.... is that supposed to be a cake?
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[Yawwn.]
I made it myself.
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She's still very quiet, but. It does taste good.]
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[She gives her a tired smile.]
Do you like it?
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Yeah. It's good.
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That cake is...well, it's sure a thing but there's no doubt a whole lot of love in it so it can't taste too terribly. But before she does anything with the cake she approaches Astarte and gently lays a hand on her shoulder.]
Miss Astarte, did you spend all morning baking?
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[SHE'S NOT FALLING ASLEEP except she is as she looks up at Eliza with wide eyes.]
Oh, hi...I did.
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Have you had anything to eat this morning?
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[he didn't go to the last party on account of valjean, but, well. here he is.]
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[Right?
Feel free to have a piece, inspector.]
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[the law doesnt eat cake........]
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Is this your first time baking, Astarte?
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[She's glad people seem to like it, at least? Even if she's super exhausted.]
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[ And the fact that she clearly hasn't slept in a million years. ]
Would you like to bake one for Monday? I was thinking we could still have a party on Monday even with... everything that happened. I'm sure Hime would have wanted that.
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....I don't think I'll ever be able to eat cake again.
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[Oh.]
You don't have to eat it, it's...ok.
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Oh - Astarte's nodding off nearby. Did she make it? She possibly made it. Now Raoul can't pass it up. He cuts two slices, puts one in front of Astarte, and gently shakes her shoulder.]
Miss Astarte - come now, we can't have you getting penalized after going through the trouble to bake for us.
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[SHE'S NOT FALLING ASLEEP YOU'RE...oh.]
Viscount...good morning.
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Good morning, Miss Astarte. I...assume you did make this cake?
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