badfic_manor | [In Person] Sebastian Michaelis

[Early morning dawns on your new home. It is a good thing the manor comes fully equipped with a handsome 19th century butler! Come near the kitchen and you'll smell something heavenly being cooked.

He's found the various prepackaged foodstuffs lacking for a proper breakfast, so he's improvising. Eggs have been cracked into a large bowl and beaten. He's figured out the modern stove, although there are other appliances he hasn't even touched, including the Blackberry that he still has in a breast pocket, near to his pocket watch. It's quite a mystery, his being here, and so far from his master that he can't even sense the boy's presence. But that's no matter. There's a schedule to keep and, he can tell, guests to be served.

He's producing omelets, using the various ingredients available to him. He moves with grace and poise, dressed in an impeccable black uniform; long coattails, white gloves, high collar with tie, and head butler's pin on his lapel. The only things that might strike one as out of place are his carelessly mussed hair and unnaturally red eyes.

Come on in and request something! Don't be shy! He's here to serve!]

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[Since Willy wakes up early every morning, it wasn't unusual for him to be out and about. Better to explore a place when he had the chance and things were less crowded than to be caught unawares and embarrassed later on when someone asks for directions in a hotel...or whatever this place was.

The scent of spices, eggs and butter wafted through the air and caught his attention.]

Ahh, the kitchen. Gotta check that place first.

[He made his way through the Victorian style halls and highly polished wood and velvet draperies toward the source. He looks to the left and to the right and smiles the moment he reaches the kitchen and spots the butler.]

Wow! They really pull no punches at this resort! Dad certainly has good taste....er...Hm-Hm!

[He giggles slightly as he steps in.]

[Sebastian smiles brightly at the ~~dandy~~ interestingly dressed man who enters.] Good morning to you, sir. Are you the master of the house?

[Because if you've somehow managed to kidnap him and separate him from his master, he may have to kill you.]

[He giggles and tilts his head back to the side with his hand raised in an effeminate manner.]

Me? Oh Heavens no. I live a factory. This is a resort and I thought you worked here. Um...which is kinda weird that...well...where's the rest of the staff?

[He looks around the corner and then to the other.]

Huh....weird.

A factory. You are rather distinguished-looking for a factory worker, sir, if you do not mind my saying.

[He's not so sure about the resort bit, but he won't disagree outright.]

I'm unsure, myself. Perhaps it was presumptuous of me to take over, but I dislike sitting idly by when there is work to be done.

Are you hungry?

Well, I don't exactly work there anymore but I do miss it. You see, I make candy and chocolates and I only live there because it just made sense. I own it. It's a passion of mine and I like to stay close to it if I can. I'm just a little confused as to how I got here other than I think I fell asleep when my elevator was taking me home from Charlie's after dropping him off.

[He shrugs and sighs then looks back to Sebastian.]

Oh, yes please. Would you like some help? If the staff is being lazy, maybe it'll help me cope a little better if I have something to do.

Ah, I do understand. A chocolatier, then.

[Again, he won't comment on the how they got here bit. Idle speculation is generally pointless, and he isn't being asked for his opinion. The offer to help surprises him, however. Being offered help by someone who might actually be competent at handling food.]

If you would like to, please feel free. It would not do to be short food for all the guests.

Precisely!

[He smiled and looked at Sebastian and realized that they hadn't exchanged names.]

I'm Willy Wonka by the by. And I may be as so bold as to say that you're an outstanding chef. Food is like art. The more time and imagination one uses to make it, the better it tastes, I think.

So what's on the menu?

It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wonka. You may call me Sebastian. [A secretive smile.] And I've said, I'm no chef. I'm merely one hell of a butler. If there is no chef present, it goes without saying that I can handle a task so simple.

At the moment, omelets. There is a variety of ingredients that can be added to them, but the other meal options appeared... lacking. [Instant bagels? Really?]

[He moved through the kitchen to see what else he could use and then looked into the fridge. He pulled out milk, cream, a few peaches and a small box of strawberries and a few eggs. One eyebrow twists up at the selection of cereals and other boxed and packaged things and grimaced. He places the items on the counter as he reaches for the salt, flour, baking powder, sugar and honey.]

Ugh, gerbil food.

[He closes the cabinet and moves to break out a mixing bowl and the counter top mixer.]

Are you familiar with these?

[Hello, what's that. Sebastian peers at the contraption curiously.]

I confess I am not.

Well, let me show you. It's a mixer. It allows the user to have a little more free time to do other things in the kitchen as whatever you are mixing is being mixed. It may sound lazy to you but really it's a time saver when there are so many people to feed meal after meal.

[He sight measures everything which took him years of practice and the only thing he doesn't sight measure is the baking powder. Once all the ingredients are in the bowl, he starts it up, using the slow setting first.

As that's mixing, he moves to start slicing up the peaches and the strawberries, cutting them into cubes and tosses only some into the batter.]

Remember to always start off slow or you'll have a huge mess on your hands. Once this becomes smooth, then we can take it out and make the pancakes.

[He turns on the griddle top on the stove and giggles.]

See, it only took a few minutes and there's enough batter to make one hundred pancakes.

[H-he's so... so COMPETENT. It amazes Sebastian, and he's not often amazed.]

You are quite skilled yourself, sir.

[He could have TECHNICALLY done everything by hand at a blindingly fast speed, but stuck in a house with strangers, being too flashy would likely cast suspicion on him. Still... Sebastian wouldn't mind having Willy in his own kitchen at the Phantomhive Manor. It'd save him some annoyance. His own chef blows the food up more than he cooks it.]

Thank you very much for your input.

[Equally impressed, Willy was thrilled to be working with another that knew his stuff and working with the best meant giving the best in every possible way. He smiled and nodded his head as he poured the batter onto the griddle after removing the fist batch.]

It's a pleasure working with another with impeccable taste. There is no comparison when art is at its finest.

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