Miro x Ameiko

Miro smiles for the first time since Magnamar as he works methodically in the Kitchen.  Rythmic knife cuts click click click as he thinks off into the distance.  At the moment Ameiko enters the kitchen Miro speaks up.   "Ameiko... Do you have a moment to speak while I prep for dinner?" Click... click... click

"What is it?" She says writing her name on a goods order. 

Click Click Click "Many things have come to pass since I first came here to Sandpoint.  But... beyond that my ambitions have grown far beyond the dreams of a simple slave.  With that there a re a few things I wish to cover with you.  So let us start with that which I think is the beginning.  You have seen me in my ambitions for sandpoint.  You have even in many instances help but I think more for my own behalf than your own intent.  So first and formost Ameiko what are your thoughts with my dream of a Grand Sandpoint." Miro speaks without skipping a beat in his carvings.  Carrots and other vegitables move in a flurry until finally they have finished.  With those prepped Miro moves to the stoves to insure their continued performance.  He hated this task most, every time he inched closer to them it was as if he was being thrown in all over again.

Ameiko considers Miro's words, turning them over in her mind as to not discount them too hastily or miss their value. She has come respect Miro for his drive, dedication, and ability and treasures their time together.  In some ways he acts like a son, requesting her approval and guidance, and in other ways he seems paternal in his attention and caring. It is a complicated relationship that always begged to be seen as familial.  "Sandpoint, "she begins," has always been a sleepy town of people who wouldn't make it in the crush of a city like Magnimar - or people who wouldn't want to. That said, no one truly knows what they are capable of without pressure. The recent events seem to show us a world where an independent Sandpoint would be a safer more prosperous Sandpoint and yet, is that who we are? " She shrugs." I am not sure I have the answer. "

Miro goes pensive for awhile reading the words between the words and the thoughts behind the emotions.  After the stoves are good and stoked Miro turns to prepping the stock.  With a quick wave of magic a pot the same size as himself floats down from its rack and lands atop the stove.  Filling it with water as pure as the heavens as he summons it forth with his clerical magics he also floats over small piles of the carrots, peppers, and onions dropping them in the pot with a flick of his wrist.  Finally he walks over to the beef slices left over from dressing the roasts and drops them in the pot aswell.  He gathers his usual chair that he may see his work and begins to stir the pot slowly with a willow wand of his.  He stops the manual stir and turns to Ameiko while the wand itself continues to whirl slowly in the pot without a hand or command to incite its movements. "Undastood.  So comes my next set of questions.  We have come to many a crossroad with our surname as of late.  Mainly in the magnamar area where our liniage or lack there of has come into question.  So first... is there a way.... an easier way than a corispondance, that we may carry our adopted name?  By we I mean Synovia and myself.  Also what does that entail, not from an honor standpoint, or from a familial standpoint for in those I am secure, but from a world standpoint?  And finally I wish to know more about the business of the Kaijutsu name.  What were its workings how did it become such a well known name and what does it mean to the world to BE a Kaijutsu?" He stands quietly knowing his words were many as the pot sturs itself in silence.

"Aiyah, you are full of questions!" she exclaims with a bit of mirth. "You need a seal. I never thought to give you one because..." she pauses, wiping her hands on a towel. "I just never thought to, I guess. I can have one made for you and your sister." She goes back to cooking, seemingly forgetting the rest of the questions. 

Looking to the pot and weighing the silence Miro continues.  Miro casts unseen servant seeing his inquirey's require more time than his mage hand spell would allow.  "Let us start with the last of my questions first.  What does it mean to be a Kaijutsu in the world?  I mean obviously you are a family of business or so it has seemed.  So elaborate on the business concerns of our family... Who handles them now, what are the interests?"

Ameiko shrugged. "I do, I guess. Scarnetti's been hassling me about the Glassworks but I told him Tsuto handled the glass; I was never allowed to know the family secrets being a woman." A hint of bitterness enters her voice at the last.  "Our family made it's fortune on fine glass the likes of which no one could duplicate. With Father and Tsuto gone...there's no one with the skill."

Miro knits his eyebrows together in thought and turns back to the stock.  Sending his unseen servant to the spice cabint to bring the tray of his usuals.  Miro moves through the spices with a practiced hand pulling first the salt and pepper testing the pot with each addition until it is just right.  "To the nine hells with the Scarnetti's and to the hells with the tradititions.  Would there be a way to gain the books of the trade?  I would like to see them.  I would not see our families interests fall because they were too thick to see your greatness."   He says never turning from the pot.

"There are books in they library," Ameiko begins thoughtfully "But the true family secrets of the formula were passed down orally from father to son...Even I couldn't convince Tsuto to tell me." She looks sadly at Miro. "It was one of the only things Tsuto could share with Father."

Miro nods silently for a moment.  Having finished the stock it was time to use it.  Miro selects a decent set of roasts and lays them in the bath of the stock before moving it with the aid of magics to the oven.  "I wish to look into this further.... WAIT!!!... Rolls or Biscuts with dinner tonight?"  Miro looks to Ameiko expectantly. After getting his responce on the meal he continues.  "If you would not protest, I would like to see about getting the glassworks back up and running.  With it we might be able to inject some much needed coin into Sandpoint that might or might not help in its growth.  Of course I only ask you help as much as you can.  Any details you can remember where did the silica come from, surely you visited your suppliers with your father as a child?  Anything else before you ruin our families great works by handing it over to those criminals."

Ameiko throws down her towel, getting red in the face. "You can figure it out on your own. Everything is in the mansion somewhere! And no! NO, MY FATHER DIDN'T SEE FIT FOR ME TO GO WITH HIM ANYWHERE!" She kitchen goes quiet at her rage as she storms out of the kitchen.

Shrugging quietly Miro continues about the kitchen.  It was still new territory for him all this family business so he was sure he had made a mistake and would be explained as such later.  For now he continued to think on the glassworks while he cooked feeling secure in the fact that Ameiko wouldn't allow for "HER" kitchen to go unsupervised for long.

After a time Miro decides he needs to seek Ameiko out.  Having finished the preperations for dinner he makes his way about the inn in search of her.  Stopping first at the inns propper before making his way to her room.  He knocks softly on her door and waits quietly.

Ameiko is in common area attending to some refugees, answering some questions they seem to have about the town.

Miro walks up to her quietly and gives her a hug.