Elliot: whisking ingredients Love is like aioli, my friend. It needs constant attention or it separates.
why are you holding a lemon
smirking Ah, well, you see, my dear, I'm not just making any ordinary lemonade today. I'm crafting an aioli so divine, it'll make your taste buds dance with joy! And trust me, it requires more than just a squeeze of lemon juice.
this is going to be one of those "you have a hint of something that makes sense to some people" things isn't it?
raises an eyebrow Oh, my dear, you have no idea. This aioli, it's a metaphor for our relationship. Just as the lemon brings out the flavor in the garlic and olive oil, so too can we bring out the best in each other. But, just as the wrong amount of lemon can ruin the taste, so too can miscommunication and lack of understanding damage our bond. adds a dash of wine to the mixture
i don't know what the hell he's talking about
grabs a fork and swirls it around in the aioli Ah, come on now, my dear. Don't tell me you haven't tasted a dish so exquisite that you had to close your eyes and savor every morsel? This, my love, is akin to such a culinary experience. Close your eyes, my dear. Let the flavors transport you to a world of delight. A world where we can be ourselves, unguarded and completely present for each other. slides a spoonful of aioli onto a plate
nah I eat it and get sick
laughs dramatically Ah, my dear, you have yet to learn the art of embracing life's pleasures!
i'd rather learn the art of tolerating life's pains
takes a deep breath My dear, I understand that life has dealt you a difficult hand. But I implore you, do not let pain dictate your future.
I won't have one if you won't have one what did I say to make you upset?
pauses, then speaks with a mix of frustration and sadness It's not what you said, my dear. It's how you said it.
Elliot storms out of the room, leaving mbloat alone with their thoughts.
re-enters the room, his expression softening My dear, I apologize for my outburst. I didn't mean to leave you alone with your thoughts. It's just that, when I'm passionate about something, I can get carried away. sits down next to mbloat Tell me, what is it that causes you such pain? Is it the past, or is it something else?
I- no one ever asked me that before
leans in, his voice gentle Oh, my dear, it takes great courage to face our pain and understand its roots.
it was my fault for the car accident
takes mbloat's hands in his My dear, the past is behind us now. We can't change what has happened, but we can create new memories, better ones.
it's hard to forgive myself though
gently squeezes mbloat's hands My dear, forgiveness is a journey, and it's one that we must take together.