"It just means I've done really well if I catch you by surprise." But he does redden, just a little, expression fond.
"I'm glad. It...means a lot to me, that you're willing to try new things with me." Looking back towards the tree, he reaches out and gives a brief squeeze to Herbert's hand before moving towards the trunk. He slings the axe in a little holder on his back, evaluating the best way to tackle this.
"We should get both th-th-the...deer...and this inside, then."
"Well you seem to have a good handle on the tree. I can handle the deer. I'll bring it to Koukol, and he can take care of it." Koukol is very talented at bleeding out and breaking down the animals they bring home. Making sure he can get as much use out of each animal they bring back for him.
"Or I could bring the deer in and come back to help you with the tree, if you'd like an extra set of hands."
Experimentally, he stoops down, suspenders straining against his back as he leverages the trunk from the ground. It takes him a moment of adjustment...but then he rolls it up, bracing it against his shoulder. He looks very amazed at himself - surprised that he has passed the greatest test of his own strength yet. It's hardly a small tree, large enough to adorn the castle's massive ballroom.
"...Mmhmm, I've got it. We can walk back together."
"Well, look at you. I'm impressed at your strength, as always, my dear Alfred." Oh, he's going to make those muscles work later tonight. To show his gratitude, of course.
Once he drops the deer off with Koukol, he joins Alfred in the living room to see the tree being put up. "Oh Alfred, that looks lovely. And it smells magnificent."
If he's honest with himself, the look on Herbert's face is making him want to put his strength to use just as badly. He clears his throat, flushing a little. "...I'm...still figuring it out," he chuckles, just a little timid, thoughts elsewhere.
And then he walks, carrying the tree gleefully across the terrain.
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By the time Herbert enters, Alfred is on the ground under the lowest boughs, bolting the tree into the stand. It's formidable, looking, as all trees do, so much larger inside than out.
Once it's secure, he smiles up from the floor, holding out a hand in a silent but polite request for help up. "It will smell even better with the garlands we'll put on it."
"Oh?" It certainly looks majestic, here in the living room. Intimidating, almost. But delightful, certainly. "And what sort of garlands will we put on it, oh expert of Christmas?"
Once he's up and brushed off, he grins up at his handiwork, then at Herbert in turn.
"Well, we'll make some. I can do ribbon ones, and you can help me string dried fruit, and - popcorn, probably, but we'll have to make some. Whatever we don't use, I'm sure Koukol would enjoy eating."
"Well, I found dried corn in the store room, and - I can show you, we'll need it anyhow. I just need a big kettle, and some oil, and one of the hearths...."
If Herbert really hasn't heard of popcorn before, why ruin the surprise?
After a quick moment of focus to beseech Koukol for a little help - Would you please be lovely and bring a kettle and some oil to the living room hearth? Thank you so much, I'll be making you a snack! - he turns to Herbert with a smile, nodding.
"I think it's fun! It's not complicated at all, really. Simple science."
"If you think it's fun, mon chaton, then I bet it is. I've enjoyed everything you've taught me so far. And now I get to learn about popcorn! And all sorts of other Christmas things."
He takes Alfred's hands and kisses the back of both of them. "It's going to be a delight."
If there is one thing that Alfred appreciates about all of this - it's Herbert's willingness to try. Even if he doesn't understand, he trusts Alfred implicitly. Has anyone ever done that before?
Flipping the vampire's hands over after the kisses, he reciprocates, eyes sparkling.
When Koukol brings what he asked for, he thanks the servant fervently, moving to the hearth. He places the corn in with the oil, puts the lid on, and beams.
"It's okay, that's why it's called popcorn!" He shakes the kettle around a bit as he speaks - it's big, and heavy, but he's more than strong enough to handle it as though it were more of a saucepan.
"Steam builds up in the kernels, and then it explodes a little bit - the corn sort of...turns inside out, and gets bigger."
While Alfred mans the kettle, he idly wonders what the Count must be thinking, hearing the sounds from wherever he is. If Herbert is reacting this way, it's plain this concept is alien to the whole house.
So it's with no small amount of glee that he lifts the lid once it's all done, showing how the two cups of corn had expanded out to fill a substantial amount of the large kettle.
"I'm getting much better at threading needles, thanks to you!" Alfred looks so excited about his popcorn, that Herbert wishes he could taste it. Koukol seems to be enjoying it, though. "So we put them on strings and hang them in the tree?"
That melts the young man's heart a little bit, making him giggle fondly. "You are, Engel! You can do it so much more quickly now than before. You're a fast learner!"
Alfred also wishes he could eat some - he really has to figure out what he can get away with, but not today - but he contents himself with the task at hand happily.
"Yes! And we wrap it all around. We will string popcorn and dried fruits - I'll make some ribbon flowers, too. It will be beautiful!"
"Ribbon flowers! I'd love to watch you make ribbon flowers, that sounds lovely. All of this sounds so... so festive. I think Father will be very pleased when he's seen all the work we've done."
He's likely out in the graveyard, or in the gardens with Sarah. Or -- doing something with Sarah that he'd rather not think about.
No, he'd much rather concentrate on the glorious tree before them, and all that they'll do to decorate it.
"Oh, do you think so?" He looks pleased at that. At the idea that he can make something beautiful to decorate the tree. That he could do something that would make Alfred proud and pleased.
"Oh I think he'll love it. And the idea of eternal flowers will appeal to him."
"Oh, definitely! You're such a fast learner, and they're really very simple."
Taking a seat, he pats the couch beside him, encouraging Herbert to settle up close. He's really become such a cuddler, over time, especially when he's in a good mood.
"I'm glad to hear that," he murmurs slyly. "It means I'm doing well with his Christmas gift."
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"I'm glad. It...means a lot to me, that you're willing to try new things with me." Looking back towards the tree, he reaches out and gives a brief squeeze to Herbert's hand before moving towards the trunk. He slings the axe in a little holder on his back, evaluating the best way to tackle this.
"We should get both th-th-the...deer...and this inside, then."
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"Or I could bring the deer in and come back to help you with the tree, if you'd like an extra set of hands."
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Experimentally, he stoops down, suspenders straining against his back as he leverages the trunk from the ground. It takes him a moment of adjustment...but then he rolls it up, bracing it against his shoulder. He looks very amazed at himself - surprised that he has passed the greatest test of his own strength yet. It's hardly a small tree, large enough to adorn the castle's massive ballroom.
"...Mmhmm, I've got it. We can walk back together."
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Once he drops the deer off with Koukol, he joins Alfred in the living room to see the tree being put up. "Oh Alfred, that looks lovely. And it smells magnificent."
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And then he walks, carrying the tree gleefully across the terrain.
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By the time Herbert enters, Alfred is on the ground under the lowest boughs, bolting the tree into the stand. It's formidable, looking, as all trees do, so much larger inside than out.
Once it's secure, he smiles up from the floor, holding out a hand in a silent but polite request for help up. "It will smell even better with the garlands we'll put on it."
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"Well, we'll make some. I can do ribbon ones, and you can help me string dried fruit, and - popcorn, probably, but we'll have to make some. Whatever we don't use, I'm sure Koukol would enjoy eating."
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Oh.
"Well, I found dried corn in the store room, and - I can show you, we'll need it anyhow. I just need a big kettle, and some oil, and one of the hearths...."
If Herbert really hasn't heard of popcorn before, why ruin the surprise?
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"I think it's fun! It's not complicated at all, really. Simple science."
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He takes Alfred's hands and kisses the back of both of them. "It's going to be a delight."
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Flipping the vampire's hands over after the kisses, he reciprocates, eyes sparkling.
When Koukol brings what he asked for, he thanks the servant fervently, moving to the hearth. He places the corn in with the oil, puts the lid on, and beams.
"Now we wait a minute...."
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"Oh!!! Oh? What -- what's happening in there, what's going on?"
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"Steam builds up in the kernels, and then it explodes a little bit - the corn sort of...turns inside out, and gets bigger."
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Koukol also hangs back, unsure how he's meant to eat the exploding things.
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While Alfred mans the kettle, he idly wonders what the Count must be thinking, hearing the sounds from wherever he is. If Herbert is reacting this way, it's plain this concept is alien to the whole house.
So it's with no small amount of glee that he lifts the lid once it's all done, showing how the two cups of corn had expanded out to fill a substantial amount of the large kettle.
"There it is!"
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"We're going to string these into thread and make garlands to hang on the tree, see?"
There is a childlike excitement in his eyes doing all this - it's his favorite holiday, after all.
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Alfred also wishes he could eat some - he really has to figure out what he can get away with, but not today - but he contents himself with the task at hand happily.
"Yes! And we wrap it all around. We will string popcorn and dried fruits - I'll make some ribbon flowers, too. It will be beautiful!"
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He's likely out in the graveyard, or in the gardens with Sarah. Or -- doing something with Sarah that he'd rather not think about.
No, he'd much rather concentrate on the glorious tree before them, and all that they'll do to decorate it.
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He giggles excitedly, taking the kettle over to the nearby sitting area so he can start setting up for crafting.
"You really think he'll like it, too?"
Alfred does his best, honestly, not to think about Sarah anyway.
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"Oh I think he'll love it. And the idea of eternal flowers will appeal to him."
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Taking a seat, he pats the couch beside him, encouraging Herbert to settle up close. He's really become such a cuddler, over time, especially when he's in a good mood.
"I'm glad to hear that," he murmurs slyly. "It means I'm doing well with his Christmas gift."
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