Leon shows up at Max's door sometime after the opera with a satchel full of a variety of colorful herbs - some whole and fresh, some dried, and some powdered, all very strong-smelling in various notes of floral and earthy and sweet. Leon's gotten pretty used to smelling like a combination flower shop-apothecary in the last couple of months, though, and pays it no mind as he knocks politely, stepping back to wait at the threshold for a response.
Max's nose catches that from through the door. Whew, was someone out cutting grass or something? He politely does not actually ask that when he opens the door and gets a punch in the nose about it, even if his eyes are watering slightly.
"Hello, uh... Leon, right? Sorry, Valdis isn't in right now but you're welcome to come in and wait if you want." Max assumes this is for Valdis since she's head of the enforcers and he knows Leon also works there.
"Huh?" It only takes a second for Leon to catch up with the assumption Max is making, but it's enough time for him to look confused before it clicks. "Oh! Nah, I'm actually here to bring you something I'm hoping you'll be interested in."
He hefts the bag on his shoulder for emphasis, his usual serious expression flickering into a small, friendly smile. "You got a moment? I can come back later if it's a bad time."
"Oh? Really? That's nice of you. Sure, come on in. Actually, you have good timing. I just finished stretching some dough, and it needs to rest for an hour."
Max beckons for Leon to follow him inside. Dust (or flour) hangs heavy in the crossbeams of sunlight that filter in through the windows of the kitchen, and the air is thick with the slight tang of sourdough.
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Date: 2025-05-11 03:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-05-27 09:21 pm (UTC)"Hello, uh... Leon, right? Sorry, Valdis isn't in right now but you're welcome to come in and wait if you want." Max assumes this is for Valdis since she's head of the enforcers and he knows Leon also works there.
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Date: 2025-05-27 09:27 pm (UTC)He hefts the bag on his shoulder for emphasis, his usual serious expression flickering into a small, friendly smile. "You got a moment? I can come back later if it's a bad time."
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Date: 2025-06-03 02:39 am (UTC)Max beckons for Leon to follow him inside. Dust (or flour) hangs heavy in the crossbeams of sunlight that filter in through the windows of the kitchen, and the air is thick with the slight tang of sourdough.
"What do you have?"