It didn’t usually occur for the Abercrombie girls to have to do things together. Cosima made sure of that, and she was pretty sure that her sister did too. But one of the ladies from The Lady Morgana was hosting some charity ball and she had asked a bunch of other socialites for their help. When Cosima found out that her sister would also be involved, it was too late for her to go back.

And as if that wasn’t enough, Mrs. Random Pureblood decided that it would be lovely to assign them to work on arranging the menu together. Clearly, she lived in her own blissful world, because everyone knew by now that if you put the Abercrombie girls together for too long something would explode.

At least spending time with Callista meant that she could once again be reminded that she was so much better than her.

“I think that we should get veal cutlets with olives,” Cosima cooly commented, not shifting her eyes away from one of the lists of dishes the cooking staff of the ballroom had given her and her twin.

Callie perhaps did not spend quite as much time at the club as the other socialites did, but that certainly did not mean that she was not involved. She made a point of it, in fact, if only to make sure that Cosima did not overshadow her. The two managed to avoid each other, generally; there was a line between being a lady of class and simply being bourgeoisie, and Callie felt that her sister's circle came down on the wrong side of that line more often than not, so it wasn't difficult.

When Callie realized that Mrs. Dumbass had assigned them to work out the charity ball's menu together, however, she very nearly stayed home instead. As if it weren't enough to have shared everything with her for her entire life, now she was expected to share her adult friendships as well? It simply wasn't fair!

"Oh, I don't know," Callie replied with a chill in her voice that equaled her sister's; she disagreed partially out of sheer contrariness, and partially because she could never quite bring herself to eat a dead calf. Adult cows were one thing, but babies were another! "What about the pigeon pie instead? They would go well with the sweet bread she wanted."

Cosima liked pigeon pie. She really did. But not when Callista was suggesting it, no. She wouldn’t agree to the first dish her sister suggested. That would make the brat (because Cosima still viewed her as one) think that she was oh so smart. Or that Cosima was weak and she was absolutely not that.

“Pigeon pie is so predictable,” Cosima commented, trying her best to sound nonchalant. “Besides, this is not some children’s party we’re hosting to want things to be sweet.” Not that she could blame her sister for wanting things to be sweet. She was, after all, still a child.

“The Chartreuse of Partridges seems much more sophisticated, especially if they manage to make it look as pretty as it’s in the picture.”

Callista did like partridge... but not when Cosima suggested it. But now that she had, Callie was having a hard time picking a dish that sounded better, much to her chagrin. She bit her lip as she considered, because hell would freeze over before she bent to her sister's will on something. Perhaps if she could offer a compromise, Cosima would be content to think it was her idea all along when really it had been Callie to save them from wasting an entire afternoon! She would be sure everyone knew that, too.

"If we're thinking about presentation, then the Partridge aux Choux is far more polished."