2025-10-08: Truly, Truly, Truly Outrageous
- Log: 2025-10-08 Truly, Truly, Truly Outrageous
- Cast: Pernelle, Yanagi Nagisa
- Where: Peacock Silk, Shimokitazawa, Tokyo
- OOC Date: October 08, 2025
- IC Date: July 23, 2012
- Summary: Pernelle and Yanagi indulge in some glamor and glitter, fashion and fame. ... ... ... okay it's just glitter. But there's SO MUCH OF IT.
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Today is Monday, which means nothing to peafowl, not even precocious peafowl like Pernelle. No. Why should time mean anything, when one can declare their own meaning over the concept itself? Today, Pernelle woke up, and his heart knew what day it truly was, and what great holiday must be observed. Today... is the day... of the glitter run.
Pernelle disappeared before dawn -- not unusual in itself -- leaving one of his customary notes on a scritch-scratched napkin. Only now does he return, announcing himself in joyous singing and terribly unstealthy use of the door as he throws it open and drags his haul behind him. The time for quiet is behind him! Now it is about victory and triumph!
"Razzle dazzle sparkle sprankle glitter gleam and shiny -- oopsie whoopsie!"
Pernelle's singsong gibberish is cut off with a sudden tumbling clamor in Peacock Silk's living room.
"Ah! What artistic serendipity is this?! An extraordinary touch of fate that brings the whole room together!"
... There are some who would find this assertion, coming from Pernelle left unattended, to be worrying. What there is to worry about is that Pernelle, now standing in the living room, has somehow tripped in such a spectacular fashion that he's kicked up a cloud of multicolored glitter over the lights. It's temporarily (one can hope it's temporary) turned the light in the room into a colorful disco disaster.
It's also all over Pernelle, and rapidly getting all over the floor as he grooms and preens it from his feathers. Or through his feathers, more like, ruffling and rustling to evenly distribute the sparkling look born of a now busted glitter canister. There are several unbusted ones rolling out from Pernelle's plastic grocery bag -- one handle snapped -- and sitting alongside other bottles and jars filled all manner of sparkly and glittery product.
<Pose Tracker> Yanagi Nagisa has posed.
Today is Monday, and for some, that means the start of first term finals week. For Yanagi, who dropped out of high school years ago, it means only what she and her friends want it to mean, which means it is a day of glamour and glitter, fashion and fame.
At the moment, she's sitting in the bathroom, hands over the sink, walking stick leaning at her side. She had one of her regular appointments with Mr. Tomi the other day, so her legs are feeling stronger than usual--but it's her hands that she's attending to right now. She's trimmed them already, and now carefully buffs her nails to a soft taper and pushes back her cuticles. The melodious sound of Pernelle's voice gets her to raise her head, dark eyes wide; she picks up her file and cuticle pusher, grabs her walking cane, and makes her way out to the living room.
And what she sees there...
"Ooooooh! Pernelle, it's beautiful!" she gasps, raising a hand to her mouth as her eyes sparkle at the sight of the living room disco. Not for a single nanosecond does it cross her mind to wonder who's going to clean this up. Honestly, they probably have a cleaning service for random messes like this. Tsumugi sure isn't going to do it, and Saika can't clean up after all her friends' random messes or she'd go mad.
But that is merely a possibility! The reality, right before them, is an ocean of glitter, on the walls and on Pernelle and settling down in the air. Yanagi laughs in delight as she steps out into it, letting it fall all over her and her hair and clothes too. (It's a simple look for her today: a long shirt that has no sleeves or indeed sides--just two sheets of white pearlescent cloth connected at the neck by a cloth choker and the waist by black skintight shorts that match her undershirt. The ruffled cloth that waterfalls out her waistband and over her hips adds refinement to the otherwise sporty look. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, since she's lounging inside and not out and about town; pins of rose gold set with rose quartz tie the sides of her hair back.)
"What did you bring all this glitter here for?" she wonders as she turns to Pernelle. It's clear this is a serendipitous accident, so she's curious what the original intent was. She approaches one of the unbroken canisters and picks it up, motions stiff even after her recent appointment; she rolls it over curiously before heading over to the couch.
"It's a good look on you," she adds, looking over at Pernelle. With him expanding and rustling his feathers, he's even making sure it doesn't clump in one area! "I want to make an opal centerpiece now..." The chips of color in a piece of opal do bring to mind this rainbow riot, after all!
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Yanagi is the first to witness Pernelle's accidental dip into interior decoration, and he puffs his chest up to proudly absorb her praise. "Isn't it just?" There is no thought in his birdly brain about what might happen should Tsumugi or Saika be less enthusiastic about fortune's choices. And it is fate and fortune that are definitely to blame here, and not at all precious and innocent Pernelle.
Besides, Yanagi is laughing now, alight in her own dusting of glitter, and what price can you put on that? None! Because Pernelle stole every sparkling speck in his possession.
"Why for, you ask!" Pernelle responds with a swish of his train feathers, which smears more glitter about and knocks over one of the jars. It threatens to roll away before Pernelle slams his clawed foot down upon it to keep it in place. "What forever not, I ask! Ha HA!" He throws his head back in his own delighted laughter, which quickly descends into mischievous, manic giggling.
He lifts his foot from the jar and goes rummaging his beak around in his bag, rolling out his other purloined prizes as Yanagi makes her inspect of what's already there. He's been busy: there's a cosmetic tray of sparkling eye shadows, simple jars of craft glitter, glittery nail polish, and even glitter that claims to be edible.
(Pernelle isn't sure what that one is on about. All glitter is edible.)
The common denominator becomes clear: if it sparkled and was small enough for Pernelle to wrap his feet around, Pernelle claimed it for the glory of the glitter run.
"Do you think so?" Pernelle asks with feigned modesty as Yanagi praises him. "I do fancy a good sparkle. Good for the soul, I suspect." Pernelle's head moves up and down on his long neck as he looks Yanagi over. "Dearest Yanagi! I dare say you have already transformed into an opal centerpiece yourself!"
<Pose Tracker> Yanagi Nagisa has posed.
"No better reason than no reason at all!" Yanagi says cheerfully when Pernelle reveals his lack of reasoning. For the fun of it! For the experience! Because it's pretty! All of these are perfectly reasonable to her. All the more so when it's a product of petty crime!
(Yanagi is definitely the horse who said it wanted to steal.)
So she continues to inspect the various types of glitter that Pernelle has brought home on this fair day. "Oooooooh," she breathes when she sets eyes on the edible glitter. "I want to cook with this! I wonder what's in the pantry right now...?" But even as she sets that aside, she spots the glittery nail polish and utters, "Oh!!" Her nail file and cuticle pusher remain on the coffee table in front of the couch, and she reaches forward to grab this. "But I'll do that after I use this! What wonderful timing!"
She beams at Pernelle. Glitter is good for the soul! (Again, as long as you aren't the one cleaning it up.) "Do you think so? Then I'll have to strengthen the transformation!" She holds up the nail polish. "And you should strengthen it with me! Pernelle!! Let's paint our nails and then do some cooking!"
If this sounds like anything less than the most splendid of ideas, Yanagi doesn't hear it.
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
"When the heart yearns, it must be fed! There needs be no other reason!" Pernelle professes in agreement with Yanagi. The thrill of the crime and the collection of pretty things are both noble pursuits! Pernelle said so, so it's true. He's leading by example. Look at the joy stealing brings!
He nudges some of the jars around with his beak, then ends up chasing one to catch before it almost rolls under the couch. What is he, a cat with new toys? Might as well be! He coos and chatters with newfound joy as he makes a game of his glittery toy chase.
This also, of course, drags around more glitter.
But Yanagi wants to cook with one and Pernelle's head suddenly pops up beside her, eyes big and round and pleading. They do not need glitter to sparkle on their own: that comes from Pernelle's own voracious soul.
"An alchemy of sparkling sustenance?" He begins to make muffled noises of his mighty need, beginning to vibrate. (There is no way to get through the moment without admitting it: he sounds like a muppet.)
Yet Yanagi finds another interesting prize, and Pernelle perks up, head cocked, as he observes the nail polish and gives it a peck with a chime-like ding before looking over the nail file on the coffee table. He is beginning to understand the true purpose behind this particular bottle he's stolen.
"Yanagi," he says, his voice suddenly soft and quiet as he turns to her. "... You are the most brilliant creature I have ever met."
<Pose Tracker> Yanagi Nagisa has posed.
"So true!" Yanagi chirps. No other reason than to feed the heart... Whether it's true because Pernelle said so or not, she fully agrees. When you peel a human being's body away, what else is left, after all?
She giggles as he pushes those other glitter jars around, raising her legs as much to move out of his way as for the sake of raising them. (It's a big accomplishment for her at times!) But then she says what she wants to do with this glitter, and Pernelle rises like the break of dawn. While sounding like a muppet. (No shame in that.)
She holds the nail polish out for him to peck; she beams again as he calls her brilliant. "Aren't I? <3 But it's only because you're such an inspiration, Pernelle!" She shakes the bottle in one hand--the other one has a stick with a cloth looped around her wrist, so it would be rather difficult to pull that off--and then scoots to one side to give Pernelle room.
"Have you ever had your nails done?" Yanagi wonders. "I've done it a few times with friends when I was younger. A lifetime ago, back when I still thought I could conform to society's standards. If you haven't, I'll show you how it's done!" She pats the seat next to her. "Hop up, and I'll do your claws first!"
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
"I am an incorrigible little muse, am I not?"
Pernelle straightens up, chest puffed and posture tall in his vanity, for it is such easy vanity to feed. But his gaze turns more discerning as he watches Yanagi shake the bottle and move about. Genius bird Pernelle may be (in his own words), there are some rituals he has not yet seen. This one sounds charming, yes, but he doesn't know precisely what it entails.
Thankfully, Yanagi is way ahead of him. He wastes not a moment contentedly settling into the spot she pats for him to roost in.
"Painted nails... No, I cannot say I recall any such experience," he admits. What if he's done it before, but forgotten? There is not much to Pernelle before there was a Tsumugi. It should hardly matter if there was! But! There could have been.
He stretches his neck forward to eye the polish again. "Then... this glitter is part of a particularly special composition? Curious and curiouser... Well then! I shall study your seasoned example!"
There is a moment of pause as he seems to be considering the delicacy of his next move before sticking out his clawed foot, the digits as daintily relaxed as a princess' offered hand.
<Pose Tracker> Yanagi Nagisa has posed.
"You are," Yanagi agrees warmly. "It's how you're able to inspire so thoroughly, all of the time!"
Not only is it easy vanity to feed, Yanagi is so willing and eager to feed it! But in that respect, they are... ahem... birds of a feather, aren't they? Hohohoho!
Delightful puns aside, Yanagi and Pernelle soon sit together on the couch. "Then you're about to have a brand-new experience! Isn't that exciting?" she chirps. She holds out the nail polish bottle for him to inspect anew. "I don't really know about the composition... but it looks pretty when you put it on your nails! This is something some humans do to make themselves more glamorous," she explains. "I'm certain you've seen the results before, even if you might not have known what it was."
Peacock Silk is just too much of a mecca of local fashion for no one to have ever walked in with nail polish on.
"It isn't necessarily sparkly. Sometimes it's a flat color," Yanagi adds, thinking along those lines.
A clawed foot sticks out. They are dainty and beautiful, like a doily on a dining room table. Yanagi giggles, unscrews the bottle's top, dips the brush a few times before setting the bottle aside and removing the excess... and, leaning in with care, she leans over Pernelle's claws, and...
"...Oh, we should wash your feet first," Yanagi muses thoughtfully. "It would be a shame for the polish to just peel right off because we didn't do that. Then we ought to trim and file your nails so they don't get clawed off, either... But then I'll show you what it's like to get your nails painted!"
M-montage time?! And at the end of it all...!
"There! Don't they look lovely?" Yanagi declares, leaning back with a satisfied smile from Pernelle's now-sparkly claws. "But be careful not to move--you need to let them dry! But I'll get a hair dryer to help that along!"
And so, returning the brush to its bottle, she rises with the help of her cane to fetch a blow dryer. It has to be a low setting, or it'll introduce ripples in the coating, and that's no good either--but that's a risk they'll have to take to keep Pernelle from having to sit still for too much longer.
"What do you think?" Yanagi asks over her shoulder as she rummages through the bathroom. "Was it worth the wait?"
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
"And how thoroughly that inspiration is wielded!" Pernelle heaves a contented sigh. "I could ask for no better artistry on my behalf."
Hohohoho heeheeheehee! Which, incidentally, is exactly the sound of Pernelle's inner monologue. Sometimes his outer monologue! Just not right this moment. But what better way to live than to feed and be fed vanity?
With brand new experiences!
"It is!" Pernelle agrees, trying not to tremble in his overexcited way, for this seems a delicate process! But he considers what Yanagi is saying, closing his eyes with sagely consideration. "Glamour and grooming... noble pursuits, both. A ritual for one's own self-actualization." He peers at the bottle. "And far more details and nuances to such an art than I was, perhaps, privy to. How intriguing the lengths humans go to in order to express their withins on their withouts! Not everyone is hatched with iridescent plumage, after all... But oh! Imagine if they were and it did not suit them!"
Pernelle gasps with this thought, lost in the strange world where this might be true. "... What a puzzling challenge it would be to cover with one's own heartfelt expression."
He has grown two times more grateful this day. It is good to be Pernelle and to be happy to be him!
There is a second, quieter gasp when Yanagi reveals the bottle of polish has a brush upon it. What a creation of mankind this is...! He waits with anticipation to see it come near and and and --
Stop?!
Pernelle looks down at his claws, turning them over left and right. "Oh dear, I suppose I have been tromping and trekking around. No matter!" He begins to peck and nibble at his own feet to clean them post haste.
... That... that's not going to help in this case, Pernelle...!
Thankfully, he is scooped off into montage time, and what a beautiful montage it is! If only you all could have been there. A truly wondrous experience.
But now! Now!! Pernelle is painted, and sparkling, and instructed to absolutely under no circumstances move so that he can dry. He begins to shake in place before going stone still. That's moving! Yanagi said no moving! He's not even speaking, beak clamped shut, for this is also a kind of movement, and if Pernelle begins to speak he will BURST, the biggest movement there is.
So it is at first that he responds to Yanagi with: "Mmmmrrrmmrmrrmmmmr!!"
<Pose Tracker> Yanagi Nagisa has posed.
Not to mention, there's something wonderful about being able to introduce someone else to an experience that you know reasonably well. Yanagi doesn't usually bother with nail polish since she keeps her nails trimmed, but she does indulge every so often, and so she knows basically how to do a manicure. (A pedicure? These are Pernelle's feet.) More often, when she applies make-up, it's on her face--sometimes her toes, to bring a bit of life to an area of her body that is typically so... lifeless.
"Yes, that's exactly it. It's a part of the greater ritual called 'make-up,'" Yanagi replies, following that train of thought much like a peahen might follow a train of especially luxurious tailfeathers. "You know how often I have pink lips, or Tsumugi has black lips or red lips or green lips, depending on their mood or their look? That's a different sort of make-up! This is called 'nail polish,' and that's 'lipstick'!"
But if someone were born with plumage whose color they didn't care for... That would be a tragedy, wouldn't it? Yanagi nods in sympathy to the concept and Pernelle's shocked gasp. "But that's part of the charm of make-up. It's good for covering up blemishes as well as highlighting the charms you already have!" She locks eyes with him. "That is a true transformation!"
It isn't, really. It's only skin-deep. But it's an excellent tool to aid in a transformation, nonetheless.
The montage is wonderful! It features, at least once Pernelle is done gnawing: Yanagi washing and drying Pernelle's road-roughened feet; Yanagi carefully clipping his claws; Yanagi buffing those claws into a gentle slope; Yanagi making sure if Pernelle has cuticles or not (the world shall never know for sure); and at last the painting itself.
She giggles to see him rustle and stop himself. "Pernelle, you're so sincere!" she says over her shoulder. When he stops his own beak, why--that's even more charming! She laughs gaily and doesn't correct him--but she does rummage a bit faster. Soon: "Ah, here it is!"
Click, goes the blow dryer. With gentle, gentle heat, she returns to his side and begins to blow his feet dry from a careful distance. "You can at least move your beak to talk, you know," she now deigns to tell him.
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
A peacock's feet may at least be a more forgiving canvas than some. They are simpler to paint around, and at the end of the day, who is to say what the right or wrong way to paint a peacock's claws is? Only Yanagi now, for she might be the most experienced person in the world in the art of it.
The ritual of make-up. Pernelle listens closely, nodding along to show he is. It is not a completely foreign concept -- he is the mascot of a boutique, after all! -- but listening and learning, Pernelle may be beginning to recognize that there has been more make-up and ritual in some looks than he realized. What is applied and what was already there... even some humans can't recognize it, and they've more experience with other human faces.
He is a peacock at the end of the day. It would've made plenty of sense if people just come with blue lips sometimes. (He still thinks this. He just thinks such humans prefer can red and make it so.)
"Tools of transformation beyond the garments one wears... what an arsenal!"
And Pernelle experiences a moment of it now: washed, buffed, and painted. This also seconds to perhaps keep him from needlessly scratching up the counters, floors, and furniture, but no one tell him that.
But right now Pernelle must be stalwart. He must be vigilant and he must, most of all, be valiant. That last one is not for any particular nail related reason, it's just something he should be. Yanagi mercifully gives him permission to speak, and he huffs out a long exhale from a breath he'd been holding all that time.
"Thank the moon's finest cheeses, I do believe I was on the precipice of a new shade of blue." He very carefully, oh so gently, cranes his neck around to look at his feet, then jerks his head away to hide it in his wing.
"Oh, no, Yanagi, I cannot look! The shiest glance fills me with such jubilation that the urge to dance shall engulf my entire being! And I am so small! I can contain none of it!"
<Pose Tracker> Yanagi Nagisa has posed.
So true. It's easy to be the world's leading expert in something probably no one has done before! ("Probably" because you never know what kind of freaks are out there.) Either way, Yanagi is happy to share what she knows about make-up, for this is honestly the only kind of make-up Pernelle is likely to ever wear.
As for needless scratching, Yanagi doesn't tell him that, because her concern with his needless scratching is strictly in scratching the nail polish off. It never occurred to her that it might have a secondary, more practical use. (Yanagi no longer concerns herself with practical matters--at least, beyond those that her body demands she meets.)
"Oh, maybe I shouldn't have told you you could speak, then," Yanagi replies, nonchalant. "You're already such a vivid shade of blue--I would quite like to see one even more vibrant! Oh well, another time." A dangerous future for Pernelle, perhaps, if he's ever put in another position where he must be still...! But Yanagi will probably forget about this exchange by the time this happens so it's fine. Probably. Probably.
He looks--and then he looks away, wing raised as a shield. "What's wrong? You don't like it?" she wonders, eyebrows furrowing in concern.
But no--it's quite the opposite. It's so wonderful he can't look for fear of being unable to contain himself. Yanagi grins, eyes crinkling with affection--and she rises up and scoops Pernelle up. It's an awkward proposition with his tail in the way, but she wraps her arms around his backside for support and lets them trail down in between them. That done, she rises to her feet--wobbly, without the aid of her cane, but it's worth it to carry him in front of the mirror.
"No! You must look! You're too radiant to look away!" she insists. "If you can contain none of it, then I shall share the burden with you! Behold your glorious self, Pernelle, and let us dance!"
And Yanagi will, indeed, dance--which is more of a side-to-side wobble with Pernelle in her arms, but it's the feeling that counts.
The feeling, and the look of his glittery claws in the mirror.
...Yanagi may have forgotten that Pernelle has trouble with mirrors.
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<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
This is the only kind of make-up Pernelle is likely to wear because it's not going to count when he crushes up all the eye shadow and other cosmetics into his dust bath. At that point, it ceases to be make-up and becomes detergent, which is a different category of self care.
Yanagi misses out on learning what breathless blue looks like, alas. But now she knows it exists -- though perhaps exclusive to the Dark Hour or within an Atelier or other such business. Pernelle gasps, his future all but sealed if not for the weakness of human memory to save him.
But there's no room for fear, there is joy. Oh! Perilous joy! Pernelle must be still, but he can still see it no matter how hard he shields his eyes: the mind's eye lingers with that image of perfect, sparkling claws, lovingly painted by a friend. He's going to EXPLODE!
Yanagi has none of it! Pernelle's eyes widen with wonder as he is scooped into the air, now flying without use of his wings, his train flowing under him and his feet naturally outstretched to sparkle in the light, reflected in the mirror. She bids him look, and he must! He must!!
Where he cannot dance, Yanagi dances for him, letting his feelings be properly cradled in the joy of movement. It is only ever the feeling that counts! And Pernelle feels all of it. But also... he SEES.
"... Yanagi...!" Pernelle gasps. "Who... who is he! Who... with claws like the sea of stars dancing in the night sky..."
Pernelle sheds a tear down his beak at the beauty of it.
"I think... he has stolen away our glitter, Yanagi, but I cannot tear my eyes away...! What will you cook with...?!"
At least Yanagi knows it is sincere, since he does have trouble with mirrors...
<Pose Tracker> Yanagi Nagisa has posed.
He feels! He sways! And he looks, by god, he LOOKS!!
...He asks who that handsome bird over there is.
"Oh. Oops," Yanagi says, remembering. She laughs a little, the sound rueful, and fetches her cane--she'll have to support him with one arm, which is not an easy task for someone like her, but she manages. "I'm sure there's more glitter in the other room! You brought home so much, I'm sure there's some left. Then you'll have space enough to dance for yourself!"
And so Yanagi walks the two of them back to the living room, where she lets Pernelle down and fetches the jar labeled 'edible glitter.' She was going to paint her own nails, but that can come later, honestly.
"Here! I knew we'd have some left," Yanagi declares, pleased with herself. (It helps that she does understand mirrors.) She tucks the jar under her left cane-carrying arm, then extends her right to Pernelle's wing. "Now look again at your nails, and let us dance our way to the kitchen!"
It's not easy to dance like that, but Yanagi will do her best! Besides, what counts in this circumstance is not dancing well, but in doing it with a dearly beloved friend. All the way to where the food is stored!
To where the food may be desecrated. At least Yanagi cares enough about the difference between edible and non-edible glitter...?
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Pernelle is too captivated by this handsome specimen! "His train feathers, Yanagi!" Pernelle continues to bemoan in his awe as he's carried away. "Be honest: are they more beautiful than my own? I scarcely dare to imagine what he looks like at full display!"
But then Yanagi takes him away from the devilish rapscallion, and, Pernelle can but sigh with relief. He is set down, setting down oh so gently, oh so carefully, on his newly painted claws. He almost dares look, but jerks his gaze away and up to see.
"It is still safe!" he cries in relief. "Heavens be praised!" Pernelle folds his wings and nods to himself proudly. "Right you were all along, Yanagi. I hid it well."
He didn't hide it at all!!
Yanagi holds out her arm for his wing, and Pernelle's pride muffles back to worried shyness. He raises his wing for her to take and glances down.
Pernelle shifts from standing to one foot to the other like some kind of peamingo. His claws... so beautiful... so sparkly. Even more beautiful than the peacock in the mirror? He sets both down and when he goes to make his customary tippy-taps of happiness as they walk along, the click... is... different! It is more profound! More rich and more glamour! Pernelle gasps and tippy taps even harder as they 'dance' to the kitchen, squealing with a most undignified but undeniably ecstatic, "Eeeeeeeeeee!" followed by a tiny whispered: "yaw"
<Pose Tracker> Yanagi Nagisa has posed.
"I'd say they're about equal," Yanagi tells Pernelle on the way out from the bathroom. "But look at it this way: now you have a rival! Shounen manga is always talking about how having a rival makes you reach heights you never would have by training all by yourself! Or something like that." Shounen manga was rarely ever Yanagi's focus, growing up...
"Hid in audacity!" Yanagi agrees(?). The glitter is, after all, still absolutely everywhere. But it is still safe. Sort of.
One wonders what Saika and Tsumugi will think when they see the living room like this...
But that's a concern for the future, if indeed it's any concern at all! For her part, Yanagi smiles warmly, affectionately down at Pernelle as he grows shy anew, only to peek at last... and tippy-tap all the way to the kitchen with cries of joy.
"I'm glad you like them," she says fondly. "Later, after we cook, you can paint my nails, and then we can match!"
Maybe they should have done that before cooking...? Oh well, they're already in the kitchen. It's fine.
Once to the counter, Yanagi sets down the edible glitter, then looks up at the cupboards and the fridge. She doesn't usually cook--that's usually Saika's job, though Yanagi sometimes assists her when she asks for it--but she enjoys experimenting from time to time all the same. There are so many experiences left to be had, and not all of them need be pleasant!
"Hmmm... What do you feel like eating, Pernelle?" she wonders. She sets her free hand on the counter and raises her cane to start pushing cupboards open. "Or shall we simply see what's here and cut it up and fry it until we get something new?"
Exactly who, between the two of them, is going to be doing the cutting...?
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
"A rival..." Pernelle considers. "A... nemesis! Neme...seeesin." That's not a word, Pernelle. Why are you making a new one? "Quite right! I must never waver! Now I know he is there, lurking behind the corner, with beautiful plumage and graceful movements!"
Except the movements were Yanagi, and the grace came from friendship. (This is the most powerful gracefulness of all, of course.)
"Perhaps I needs must study the library of shounen manga in preparation." It's a new thing to steal, in any case.
"Take note! Audacity is the greatest method of obfuscation!" Pernelle instructs, suddenly triggered into starting a half baked tutorial. "When the razzle is everywhere, one cannot find the dazzle!"
But now is the time of happiness and dancing, and Pernelle's tippy tapping claws only go faster and faster as Yanagi grants the opportunity to match. "I should quite like that! And I observed your technique with rapt attention! Yours shall be even my beautiful than my own by the time I am through with this honorable task!"
That's... debatable, but it's at least true that Pernelle is more dexterous than his pheasant body would otherwise imply. There's a nonzero chance he does a competent job. There's also a nonzero chance that Yanagi has to clean some polish off of her fingers.
This promise made, Pernelle sets his mind to 'helping' with the 'cooking'. He ruffles with new excitement, popping his head into the pantry to look to and fro. "Let us grab whatever strikes our fancy and combine it into a glorious new synthesis! I should think our main priority should be the vibrancy of the color."
Yanagi and Pernelle are unattended in the kitchen.
Yanagi and Pernelle are unattended in the kitchen. With glitter.