(2018-11-26) Mom's Apple Pie
Franklin stops by with pie and meets Anthony and Vyv.
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franklin..anthony..katherine..vyv..

Katherine is cleaning up from dinner, seperating noodles and red sauce into their own containers. Dishes go in the sink next and for once, she leaves them where they are to soak, moving over to the table with her glass of wine to settle into a chair. She watches it snow outside, letting her leg swing back and forth as she swirls her wine in its glass.

*

The headlights of the passing gunmetal grey forerunner likely announced his presence before his arrival did, though the sound of the creak as he opened the door and made his way inside certainly did otherwise. None other than Anthony Malone, dressed in the same attire which he bore earlier this morning for breakfast made his passage through the entrance with one hand tucked into his slacks and the other absentmindedly toying with his keyring, twirling it around his index finger with a low whistle of some classic tune. "Evenin' Katherine" he remarked, flashing her a smile, "How's you'se?"

*

"Evening Anthony." Katherine says, nodding as he walks into the kitchen. "You missed dinner, but if you're hungry, I can fix you something pretty quickly." She glances toward the stove and then down at her wine glass. "Or you can just have wine, it's up to you really." Katherine is sitting at the table, drinking a glass of wine from a flute, and Anthony just arrived from outside. It's nice and warm in the kitchen, and the smell of spaghetti is heavy in the air.

*

"Oh, no t'anks, Katherine…" Tony paused, making his way toward the counter, he looked toward Katherin with a bit of a furrow, "Is there like some kinda' nickname 'a somethin' you go by besides, y'know, Katherine? Like, Kat, Katy, somethin' like that? Not that I don't like your name, I t'ink it suits you, but, ah, it rolls off the tongue so formal like…" he mentioned, shaking his head as he fraoze, pointing his fingertips toward the various cabinets, "Where'sa wine glasses?"

*

Most people will be concerned when a police car pulls up to their front door, but the Stone girls are likely exceptions since that happens quite frequently. That's right; many CPD officers and other first responders frequent the place for sustenance, and this evening is no different. The only difference, in fact, is that the approaching officer is immediately noticeable because of his heavy footfalls. No, not so heavy that the house shakes, but the floor does creak when he enters the house and makes his way to the kitchen. And there he is, Sergeant Franklin Payne enters the kitchen, still in uniform but carrying a box in his giant mitts. Since the last time Kate has seen the man, one notable thing has changed — and that's the fact that he's now sporting a thick goatee.

"Kate." Franklin greets in his baritone, then pauses as he catches sight of the other fellow in the kitchen. "Hey, serving a guest right now?"

*

"When am I not, Franklin?" Katherine gets to her feet and she moves to give the large man a hug before she gestures to the table. "Have a seat, everything okay?" She asks, moving to get a glass for Anthony instead of pointing him to them. She gestures toward the Officer. "This is Franklin Payne, and you can certainly call me Kate, Anthony." She pours another glass of the chardonnay, holding it out to Anthony. "Frank, this is Anthony Malone, he's new in town. Staying out in my garage suite."

*

The heavy footfalls of the approaching gentleman had Tony's eyes toward the door before the mans physical stature did, though as he crossed the threshold of the entryway, Anthony echoed a low whistle of appreciation, "Jesus they grow's 'em big out here" he chuckled softly at the introductions and accepted the wine with a tip of his head toward Kate, "Thanks very much" he commented before extending a hand toward Franklin, "Pleasure ta' meet ya's, Sergeant and I'ma jus' admit how much of a respect I got for you'se guys out here, you must see some crazy t'ings wit' all the tourists that blow this place up come skii season" he smiled, "And please, call me Tony"

*

Franklin transfers the box to one hand, so that he can give Katherine a one-arm hug. "Didn't I say you need a vacation?" He briefly squeezes the hostess of the B&B, before releasing her to put the box down on the kitchen table. Tony's offered hand is quickly studied, then taken in a firm - but not bone-crushing - shake. "Mister Malone. Tony." He rumbles, but the mention of places 'blowing up' brings a deep frown to his brows. "Can't say you picked a good time to come here, but welcome to Calaveras anyway." Releasing the man's hand, he upnods at Tony. "You picked a good place to start; Kate's the best hostess you'll find in town." And that leads his attention back to Katherine, as he reaches for the box again. "Ma baked her famous apple pie for Thanksgiving. She wanted to make sure you girls get one, so I told her I'll bring it over."

*

"I just got back from a vacation, sort of." Kate responds, her eyes lighting up when Franklin mentions what is in the box. "I'm probably not going to share this with my guests." She aims a wry grin at Franklin. "I'm full up right now, I'll be bunking on the couch tonight." She gives Anthony a guilty look, frowning a bit. "You can have a piece of pie if you keep the secret from the rest of the house." She offers, setting it on the counter. Franklin mentioning the not being a good time to come to Calaveras makes her cheeks get red, but she doesn't offer any further information on that, moving to find a knife to cut her pie with.

*

"I definitely can say that I agree wit' that statement, Sergeant Payne" Anthony replied in tow of Franklin's opinion on Katherine being the best host in town, though as she mentions the situation his pale green eyes glance to her beneath an arching eyebrow, "What? No, no way Miss Kate, c'mon now. T'is is your house, you'se can take my room, I'll sleep on'a couch, it's no problem" he offered toward her, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture at any notion that it would be one.

…but that pie. The offer finally came, though despite the internal debate on how delicious a pie labeled 'famous' would have to be, he shook his head, "I'm sure it'sa best pie in'a history 'a pies, but I'm good, t'ank you, that's for you'se an ya' sist'as" he replied, his firm lips curling into a smile as he raised the wine glass to his lips.

*

Franklin nods to Tony's response, jerking a thumb at the man. "The man's having wine, Kate. No way wine goes with ma's apple pie." The interplay between the hostess and the guest is merely observed, as they try to sacrifice in the name of sleeping arrangements. "You rented out your own room? " The big cop lifts a brow questioningly, perhaps even with a hint of incredulousness. "And it's great that you're taking my advice to take a vacation. Did you go anywhere nice and warm?"

*

"I'll be fine, Anthony. It happens at least once a year, maybe twice. I honestly should have turned Nicholas away after he was a dick this morning, but .." Katherine shrugs, sliding a slice of pie on to a plate for herself. "I'm hoping for a room to free up in a day or two, I have a pilot staying here, but she hasn't been around for a bit. Maybe she got an apartment and just neglected to tell me." She slants a look at Franklin, taking a deep breath. "I went up to the resort on the mountain, actually. Stayed in one of the fancy chalets." She aims an innocent look at the big cop. "It was really very nice." And also very expensive.

*

"I dunno about all that, Kate" Anthony said with squinted eyes, "I don' feel right about lettin' you'se sleep on'a couch in ya' own house full'a oth'a people…" he distorte his lips into a feint of disgust, "S'pecially ta' that fuckin' guy, seems like'a kinda guy who'd go through ya' drawers an' stuff" he shook his head, lifting his wine in acknowledgement of Franklin's words about it not going with the pie and tapped it with a finger before drinking.

*

The questioning look on Franklin's face clearly shows his skepticism towards Kate's 'vacation'; it's as if he knows her well enough that she won't go to such a fancy, expensive place for no reason. Heck, does the B&B even make enough money for such an expensive vacation? All of that is worn on his expression, but not vocalized. Instead, it's the mention of a guest being a dick, and Tony's reinforcing that this person is also a 'fucking' guy. His thick arms cross over his broad chest, Franklin glances from Kate to Tony and back. "Is he right 'bout this guy? Did ya let another perv into your house, Kate?" Beat. "I can always have a nice l'il chat with him, y'know."

*

Katherine steadily avoids looking at Franklin as she concentrates on her pie. "This is still really good pie." She murmurs, frowning about Nicholas going through her drawers. She glances up at the ceiling, frowning. "I don't think Nicholas is a .. what do you mean /another/ perv?" She huffs out a breath, setting down her fork. "He's an investor working with the development guy staying here." She glances up at the ceiling again. "Listen, if my underwear is disturbed, I'll call you Frank. I think he's just rude. That's all." She desperately fishes around for a topic change. "How is Luci?" She asks, beaming at Franklin.

*

"Well he's definitely that, but I mean, guy was tryin'a elude all 'bout ya' eggs and how many baskets ya' should'a could'a put 'em in an' all 'at stuff, I dunno, Kate. Seemed a lil' fishy ta' me, but whatta' I know" he shrugged, "I'm jus' sayin' I wouldn'a let 'em stay in my room if it was me" Anthony amended to his initial speech, raising his wine glass to his lips anew he took a long drink of the semisweet alcohol and found himself a seat at the bar, "Maybe he's jus' all weird 'an quirky cause he's a foreigner or somethin' "

*

Well heck. If there is one topic that can distract the oversized policeman, Katherine definitely knows it. The intense frown on his face melts away to an affectionate smile when Luci is brought up. "She's doing good. She's recovering from a bug she caught at school, but I have some downtime comin' up and I promised to take her to Disneyland over Christmas. She's so excited." Tony's further explanation of this Nicholas brings Frank's attention back to the topic, however. "Well. That do sound a bit sketchy. You remember that Cassius guy? Just keep an eye open on this new guy, just in case."

*

Katherine narrows her eyes at Tony when he brings the subject back up again, too polite to even kick him under the table to hush him. She just lets him talk, she's got a pie to eat after all. "He's trying to poke at me to see if I'm actually sleeping with Xavier." Katherine says, darting a quick glance at Franklin before she shrugs. "Not his business, not /anyone's/ business." She sits up straighter, setting her fork down on her plate. "Make sure you get her a princess dress, Frank. Take a lot of pictures, I'm going to want to see them." She mumbles something when Cassius is mentioned, a headtilt as she comments. "I'm sure all these handsome, rich gentlemen will find nice homes to rent or buy. I'm just a waypoint, after all."

*

The narrowing of Katherine's eyes was met with a cool, knowing smile of Anthony that resulted in him winking a single at at her and shrugging a shoulder. "People like ta' try an' stick they nose where it doesn't belong, it's a problem wit' a large portion'a society" Tony commented on Kate's opinion regarding who's business it was who she was sleeping with, though in between that and her mention of 'handsome, rich gentleman' Anthony managed to polish off his glass of wine, "You t'ink those guys is gonna stick aroun' long enough ta' buy houses? I dunno, seems optimistic" he supposed, shrugging his shoulders, "Again, whatta' I know…" he trailed and sat his glass down atop the bar.

*

Kate's explanation of this… thing, of her sleeping with some Xavier guy… it makes Franklin pinch the bridge of his nose. "I still think of you as Becky's skinny middle-school friend, Kate. You don't know how much it bums me out to think about my little sister, or her friends of the same age, sleeping with people." Well, at least the suggestion of getting a princess dress for Luci and taking lots of pictures makes him feel better, but Tony's further questioning of Kate's guests again attracts his scrutiny. "Don't mind if I ask, Mister… Tony, but what is it that you do?"

*

"If it helps, Frank, he's about your age so he knows how it works." Katherine gets to her feet to clean up her plate, patting Franklin on the arm as she passes him on her way to the sink. She glances at Tony and then back to the large police officer. Finally, someone else is under the spotlight. "Yes, Anthony, tell Franklin why you're in town." She starts to load the dishwasher, pushing the sleeves of her shirt up so her flannel doesn't get soapy.

*

The sort of squinted, unsure expression that crosses over Anthony's face when Katherine retorts at Franklin's comment is met with a soft mutter of, "Wouldn't that…make it…like…worse?" he half-chuckled, though managed to supress the lot of it and shake his head as if to dismiss the entire concept from his mental imagery. When the topic comes up, Tony pivots in his seat casually and interlocks his fingertips, draping the forearm of one of his arms along the edge of the bar. "Well, I'm a licensed accountant and financial advisor, or at least, I was. Portfolio's, investments, makin' sound stock options and high turnover properties, stuff like that" Tony smiled, shrugging a shoulder, "Now? I'm jus' a guy lookin' to settle down in a place that don't have twenty-eight t'ousand people per square mile of land and sink a little'a my hard earned money in'a the community. So fa' I've linked up wit' the Starr's an I'm matchin' all their charity donations toward the homeless shelter in town. Though I'm always open to good causes. You'se could call me a Philanthropist, but that's a fancy title that rich fucks like ta' t'row around to make themselves feel like they're doin' some good, and I'd like to actually do some, so, I'd prefer if you didn't"

*

"I see." Franklin bobs his head slowly to Anthony's explanation of his "job". It is probably not a surprise that the cop seems at least a bit skeptical of it all, even though he does make an effort to be gracious about it. "Well I'm sure the city appreciates your generosity. Not much finance goes around here though, I'm afraid." His thick arms uncross then, and the big man glances back at Katherine. "I gotta get back to my beat. Becky might be coming home for Christmas this year; if she decides I'll let ya know. I'm sure you two will wanna catch up." He gets ready to move, but adds a nod to Anthony. "Mister Tony."

*

Katherine abandons the dishes, moving to give Franklin another hug. "Call me, I'd like to catch up with Becky. You need to stop being a stranger too. I don't want to have to have a perv in the house to get you to come by." She teases, waggling a finger at him. She chuckles softly as she moves back to the dishes. "I'll text you to remind you to stop by, and to bring Luci with you." She glances at Anthony, considers for a few moments, and then pours more wine into his glass. "So many people coming to town recently with money…"

*

"Sergeant Payne" came in an easy reply from Anthony toward Franklin as he made his way to leave, flashing another simple upturn of his firm lips. Tony unhitched his fingertips and maintained one arm draping along the edge of the bar, though utilized his free hand to grasp the newly filled glass of wine and bring it to his torso as he listened to Katherine, "Yeah, it certainly seems 'at way, don't it?" he mused, raising the glass to his lips and then pulling it away. "I t'ink maybe you gotta' wrong impression'a me though, Miss Kate. I mean, yeah, like I's told you'se when I got here, I got money, but I ain't some corporate big wig, gonna' bring in my team'a invest'as from New York or nothin' to bulldoze ya' city down ta' make way for a shoppin' mall. That ain't me" he explained, shaking his head with puckered lips of disgust, the sort of face a man makes when he gets a bad taste in his mouth, "I really am a man'a the community, a'least, y'know, tryin'a be"

*

Vyv's Englishy-accented voice arrives just before he does, in the form of, "Ms. Stone, would you mind if—" He breaks off as he steps into the kitchen, looking up from a neat, leather-covered notebook in his hand, and seeming startled. Either he hadn't been thinking about the non-Katherine voices, or he didn't hear her either, and was just playing the odds she was there. "Oh, hello," he says, taking a moment to look Franklin and Anthony over somewhat assessingly, gaze flitting between details like the pocket square and the ID badge. And the gun, but to be fair, probably most people glance at that. He inclines his head slightly to each of them, and continues toward where Katherine seems to be washing dishes. "Mind if I colonize your kitchen again?" he asks her, which is apparently a higher priority than introductions. Or perhaps he expects her to make them.

*

Franklin returns Katherine's hug, but a careful one to avoid accidentally crushing the woman. "If I only come by when there's a perv in the house, I'd be here every Tuesday." The big cop deadpans and flashes her a toothy grin, before releasing her and heading out of the kitchen. It is entirely possible that in his eagerness to continue his patrol, Franklin may miss Vyv altogether and bulldoze over him, but no, no such luck. He actually pauses at the kitchen exit to let Vyv enter first, giving the man a nod before he moves past. Yet once he IS past, Franklin pauses and turns back towards Katherine, pointing a finger at the back of Vyv's head and mouthing "Is this him?"

*

Katherine shakes her head at Franklin, giving him a hard look, smothering a laugh behind her hand. She gets control of herself and addresses Vyv. "I don't ever mind if you use my kitchen, you bake the most interesting things." She clears her throat, gesturing to Franklin. "This is Officer Payne, he's a family friend." She nods at Anthony. "This is Anthony Malone, he'll be staying with us for a while. He's a philanthropist." She glances from Anthony to Vyv, quirking a brow at the latter. "What are you going to be baking tonight?"

*

"I'm not a…" and whatever Anthony was going to continue saying, he self-sacrificed into his glass of wine where he indulged himself in a duo of gulps of the liquid before lowering it with a soft exhale and a cool level of his eyes toward Katherine where he shook his head in the sort of 'you know what you did' glance. "A baker, eh?" Tony mused, bobbing his head in approval as his pale green eyes took him in while he passed, "Mista' baker, that is one interestin' ensemble you'se got goin' on there wit' the jeans an'a sweater, an'a tie an' all t'at" he commented, and as he did he used an extended finger from his hand wrapped about his wine glass to gesture halfheartedly at every item mentioned, "I like it, I ain' crazy about the jeans, but, y'know, each they own and whatnot"

*

"Ta, you're a darling," Vyv says to his hostess, and with that settled, turns his attention back to the others, each of which get another once-over. This one's a bit more actively interested, now that the rest is settled. "Vyvyan Vydal," he offers, "Vyv, generally. And I'm a patissier, more specifically. I did have 'police officer' sussed, but I'm not sure I would have plumped for 'philanthropist'. Those run a bit thin on the ground." If he's joking anywhere in there, it's deadpan. Less so at the remarks on his outfit, with a hint of a sidelong glance at Anthony's ensemble in turn. "Thank you," he says lightly, a heartbeat later, "It seemed like a casual sort of day. I was just thinking that ring was an interesting statement. Not something one sees everyday." Well, Anthony probably does, but. A flicker of an upward turn at the corner of his mouth, and he answers Katherine: "If it works, a honeyed pear and goat cheese tart, with rosemary and pecans. It should work."

*

They DID say it was a foreign guy, so it's a natural mistake to make. Franklin shrugs his massive shoulders at Katherine, but again, he's gracious enough to address the patissier properly… since they have determined this is not the perv that potentially needs pummeling. "Mister Vydal. Anyway, I gotta go. You folks take care." And with that parting rumble, the big cop heads out.

*

"That sounds pretty divine." Katherine smiles at Vyv, gesturing to the now clean kitchen. "Dinner has been dealt with, and the dishes should be clean." She aims a look at Anthony, smiling innocently at him. "Oh, I thought that is what you were getting at earlier." She moves over to the linen closet, kneeling to pull a comforter from the bottom, along with a pillow. "Since my room is taken, I'll be on the couch, don't worry about making noise, I'm a heavy sleeper." She pauses, glancing between Vyv and Anthony. "Do either of you need anything before I try to snooze?"

*

"Nah, Kate, I'm good, t'anks… but really, would you'se please take the garage room? C'mon, do me a fav'a here, I'ma feel like shit knowin' you'se sleepin' on'a couch in ya own house" Anthony replied toward Kate with a wave of his hand in the general direction of the garage as he turned his eyes toward Vyv, "Well. Maybe not here you'se don' see it every day…" Tony shrugged, "It'sa pretty common t'ing where I'm from. S'pecially fa' older gents, y'know?" as he spoke he extended his left hand, rotating it in front of him as if to survey his pinky ring. "An' that's cause I'm not a fuckin' philanthropist" he added, "I'm a financial advisor who's lookin' to invest some'a my own money here in town"

*

Vyv glances after the exiting cop for a moment or two. "Well, I feel positively petite," he remarks, probably once the man's gone far enough not to hear. He's already headed over to the fridge and begun poking around in it — at least he put in some of what he's taking out, though that may be more pickiness than consideration — when Katherine asks her question, and he straightens to glance over at her, balancing a stack of ingredients in his arm. "No, thank you, I think I'm set. Is someone in the loft now also, then? You'll have to kit out the closets at this rate." He doesn't attempt to offer her the room he's renting, though.
"Mm," he says to Anthony, letting their hostess head off to doss where she will, "That would be New York? I haven't spent huge amounts of time there. So what brings you all the way out here to invest?" He's not still for a moment while he talks, moving the food to the counter and setting it out neatly.

*

The attention Anthony lent toward Vyv's actions was that akin of a man watching fish in an aquarium dart around their environment. "It would, in fact, be New York" Tony replied easily and took a sip of his wine, lowering it down above the bar as he idly swirled the contents of it in his hand, "This town goes from un'a thirty thousand people ta' almos' double that durin' the winter tourist season. Means'at places durin' half the year ain' got no real money ta' operate an' improve wit' but wit' a little investment, they could likely turn a profit…" he rambled, borderline absentmindedly before finally brushing the words away with a wave of his hand, "Bullshit aside, the place is nice enough an' it's not packed like fuckin' sardines in a shoebox tryin'a clamber up everyone elses backs ta' survive. Not fa' nothin' I love New York, but unless you'se some kin'a fortune five-hunnit' exec who needs to stay for work, I dunno' too many people who's stick around if they's got the means ta' leave - What about you, Vyv, what's wit you'se? Clearly you'se some kinda fancy chef, why's you'se here?"

*

Vyv slips the jacket off, folding it gently over the back of the nearest chair, and returns to the counter — this time, leaning up against it, facing Anthony, as he starts unfastening and deftly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. "This town goes from just short of thirty thousand people to about double that in the tourist season," he replies, that corner of his mouth quirking up a bit further and a bit more lastingly this time. He only leaves it at that for the space of a breath before continuing, "I decided it was time to open a patisserie, so where was a question. Somewhere I don't have to worry about visas and such is favourite, somewhere the field isn't already unreasonably crowded, somewhere there's reasonable access to various good-quality ingredients most of the year… and somewhere that's growing. This city's already been going at a decent clip the last few years, and it's poised to go further. Why not?" He leans down to open a cupboard, and pulls out a couple mixing bowls. "Also it's not unreasonably close to my family, not bustling enough they'll 'randomly' be just passing through, and not so far away they'll accuse me of trying to avoid them. Which I'm not, but one does need one's space."

*

"Well, ain't that a dandy" Anthony remarked with a familiar and near mirrorlike curl of his firm lips against the taut skin of his cheeks in response to Vyv's explanation for him being here, "This town has a lotta' offer for the right people, I think" the man commented, glancing at his glass of dwindling wine with a sigh, "Some interestin' people, too" he added briefly afterward, bringing the brim of his glass to his lips and polishing it off with a single long draw of the semi-sweet wine within. "Mista Vyv, I t'ink we'se gonna get along, you and I. Tonight, however, I am a regrettable joykill an' need to take my ol' ass ta' bed. Still gettin' ova' the jet lag, it's pretty late out in New York right now" he explained, rising from his seat at the bar with a soft, over-exaggerated groan.

*

"I think I'd agree," Vyv says, without clarifying which part. Might be safe enough to just assume all of them, at the moment, since the suggestion that they may get along got its own acknowledgement, a small inclination of his head. "Sleep well — I'm sure you'll have future opportunities to resurrect joy. It's not that large a house." A glance over his shoulder to the older man, the half-smile fainter but still there, and then his attention is all for tarts.
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