[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]
https://www.summerofdan.net/.a/6a00d83431352e53ef01bb09f83ab5970d-500wi[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Kitchen House) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	[color=a0522d]"Then you are going to want the [i]Glen[/i]."[/color] suggested Gilbert, pulling from the cabinet an uncracked bottle of Glen Livet. It was commonly regarded as a known single-malt of high quality. Not overly rare, not some special reserve that had obscure notes of something-or-another, but clean and noteworthy quality alcohol that found a place with nobility of the era as well as special occasions for more working class folk. He introduced the contents to the open air with a steady hand and poured three fingers of the aromatic amber liquid into the glass upon the table. Gil then re-corked the bottle and left it on the table next to the glass, which he nudged in Ruthie's direction. [color=a0522d]"I will not be offended if you pour again for yourself."[/color] 

	The situation reminded Gilbert of an incident from not too long ago, when the new crop of Paradoxes arrived. A jar of moonshine had been brought out, made by the grandfather of someone that two of the newcomers, James and Sophia, knew personally. Sometimes he was amazed at how small the world can be. And just sometimes, he knew what details to provide to make the transition t becoming a Paradox an easier one. But what he was reminded of was Evelina's preemptive scolding about [u]Not[/u] [u]Tolerating[/u] [u]Drunkenness[/u], which gave him a sudden rush of concern for the eccentric Emendator. 

	His concern was waylaid by what Ruthie said next, though he did not let it show in his actions. He continued getting a kettle of water together for tea and set it upon the stove, still giving his ear over to the assertion of the woman of two incredible statements: She had died, and Ben had brought her back from it. That last part was especially interesting, if it could be believed. Evelina was one of the oldest entities in the history of humanity and possessed a power of truly unearthly quality, that being able to raise Paradoxes. And Ruthie just claimed that this boy brought her back from death. With the newfound power to interact with the deceased, no less. It was intriguing, to say the least. [color=a0522d]"How very Paradoxical."[/color] he mused, apparently giving something a decent amount of thought. He turned to Ben, a young man of apparently few words, and began to connect a few recurring thoughts, [color=a0522d]"I mean no disrespect, so please allow some latitude as I do not know how your abilities function in comparison to ours, nor am I overly aware of custom in this instance."[/color] He cleared his throat, [color=a0522d]"Could you not then, if he were willing, restore our Peter Keystone to us? Hypothetically, of course."[/color] The breadth of an ability like that made Gilbert's mind wander to other possibilities, but he kept those under his hat for the time being.




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/11325d90-1162-4f69-a2f3-7ece57b6cc3c.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Kitchen House)
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Just as much as James liked to talk, and he did, the discussion in the Kitchen House was getting good and he felt it best to stay out of it for now. That is, until someone asked him for his opinion on something or a topic that produced some sense of moral outrage caused him a blackneck telenovella moment. He figured it was about a coin toss, give or take. He did opt to remain quiet and see what was going to transpire first. And damn, was the conversation getting interesting. It was probably obvious that he was listening to what was going on for anyone taking the time to observe him, though why anyone would with what was being spoken about elsewhere in the room was beyond him. 

	He did nod at Sophia when she mentioned that she would want a little something to eat as well. What noise he made then came about as he readied slices of bread, cheese, and ham into stacks and dealt them together like edible cards, into the final form of a basic sandwich. The application of condiments was left undone, but the appropriate jars were left out so as to provide quick access for those that might prefer them. It was a far cry from the more epicurean endeavors of his previous life, that being the tradeoff for becomomg who he was now. However, his mind was only on that subject for a paltry half-second as it appeared that game changing revelations were afoot in the Kitchen House that day. 

        He quietly slid a sandwich on a bread plate over to Sophia and silently offered one to Ben. No way he was interrupting this exchange. Yet.