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“I would like to tell you about a country called New Britannia. Its name makes it” (4 conversations)
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Nov 29, 2023 at 3:37 PM EST
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I would like to tell you about a country called New Britannia. Its name makes it obvious who founded it. While it was once inhabited by indigenous peoples of the Americas, it would later be colonized by the British. In real life, its territory would overlap with Canada and the United States. Mostly Canada, as in this universe it controls British Columbia, Victoria (Vancouver Island and its surrounding archipelago), Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, and the vast, sparsely-populated Northern Territory. In the south of New Britannia is the Southern Cascadia region. Northern Cascadia refers to British Columbia. In real life, the province of Serena would correspond to Washington and Oregon, with the province of Montalucio corresponding to Idaho and Montana, though these states do not exist in this universe. But what makes Southern Cascadia special is its high density of Cascadians, a distinct ethnic group descended mostly from from French and Italian settlers, but also German, British, and Iberian in smaller numbers. They account for 38% of Serena and 53% of Montalucio. Meanwhile Britannians account for 48% of Serena and 32% of Montalucio. To make an example out of another province, Britannians make up 67% of British Columbia while Cascadians make up 24%.First, most others are descended from European immigrants, with a smaller indigenous minority. As for the Britannians, a Britannian is an English-speaker of Northwest European heritage, chiefly of the British Isles, that lives in New Britannia. Britannians are not to be confused with "New Britannians", which refers to people of the country as a whole. A study conducted by Chonne College in Boise, Montalucio, performed genetic tests on willing Britannian and Cascadian families. They found that on average, only 61% of DNA could be traced back to the British Isles, with 30% from Germanic or nordic sources (such as Germany, Denmark, the Netherlands, Sweden, Norway, etc.) 9% of DNA was found to come from France. The revelation was a shock to Britannians, and unsurprisingly would impact the culture of the country. The lower-class Britannians were more likely to identify as Britannian, with the elites seeing themselves as British. As for Cascadians, 55% of their DNA was traced back to France, 25% to the Italian peninsula, 7.5% to Germans, 7.5% to the British Isles, and 5.0% to Iberia. East of Manitoba, New Britannia's easternmost province, is the Republic of Ontario. In this scenario, Canada does not exist and is split into different parts. Quebec is also its own country, and Atlantica is to its east, consisting of provinces like Newfoundland and Price Edward Island. Granvile, British Columbia is the largest city in New Britannia. Puget, Serena, is the center of Cascadian culture. Serena and Montalucio produce most vegetables grown in Cascadia. The official currency is the Britannian Pound (PS). Many Britannians have an obsession with barbecue, which they call "barbie". It spread from America, but the tea and scones enjoyed are thoroughly British. Unsweetened tea, sweet tea, iced tea, hot tea, afternoon tea. Not all tea variants are served at the same time, but the variety does exist. Besides the tea and scones, they enjoy steak and ribs, which are usually dry rubbed with tea or coffee. Vegetables such as asparagus, peppers, onions, and corn are also eaten, as well as fruit such as peaches and pears. Nduja is popular in New Britannia. It's a spicy sausage with a soft and spreadable consistency. The high fat allows it to dissolve into various sauces. Britannians like to put it in their mac and cheese, while Cascadians sometimes put it in their tomato sauces. English-speaking Brittanians also enjoy cooking Dutch, German, and Scandinavian foods, such as the Kroket, kasespatzle, or Wallenbergare. The unofficial national dish among Britannians is the "Pulley", a contraction of "pulled pork". However, a Pulley includes also mac and cheese. The pulley is versatile, and in addition to its standard form in which barbecued pulled pork is placed atop its mac and cheese casserole, it can be added to a kroket; it can take several forms. For salads, they favor (or favour, as 87% would spell it) as root vegetable salad: Root vegetables and squashes, roasted until caramelized and served over mixed greens, sprinkled with seeds or nuts and a dressing made from olive oil and malt vinegar or a splash of Balsamic. Or also a Tea Smoked Duck Salad: Drawing on the barbecue influence and love for tea, sliced tea-smoked duck could be served on a bed of watercress or arugula with orange segments and a sweet, tangy dressing. Cascadians are a smaller population than the Britannians, and yet they are the cause of much fascination. Descended primarily from two cultures almost universally viewed as romantic, sopisticated, and with great taste, it's no surprise they are a major player in the food market. Authentic French food, authentic Italian food, creative fusion food, and even sometimes Alsatian are devoured by millions of New Britannians. In addition to already-established foods, experimental dishes such as the ravioli tartiflette, Croque Monsieur Pizza, the garlic parmesan croissant, and pork and apple cannelloni have also attained popularity. Of course, as mentioned earlier, standard pizza and pasta dishes are also present, alongside salads. The quattro formaggi (Italian for 4 cheese) variant is the most popular pizza in New Britannia. It's loaded with a crushed tomato sauce and topped with fontina, gorgonzola, parmesan, and tiny balls of mozzarella that leave visible spots in the finished product. For salad: Apple and Gorgonzola Salad: Combining Cascadian and Britannian influences, a salad made with local apples, gorgonzola cheese, walnuts, and a cider vinaigrette would marry flavors from both cultures. Panzanella Cascadienne: A twist on the Italian bread salad, incorporating locally-produced vegetables like tomatoes and cucumbers, with the addition of smoked salmon, a popular item in the Pacific Northwest. Wild Rice and Cranberry Salad. Lyonnaise Salad: A warm salad featuring frisee lettuce, crispy bacon (lardons), a poached egg, and a Dijon vinaigrette, reflecting the French influence in Cascadian culture.
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New Britannia presents a fascinating example of how cultural and demographic shifts can shape a country's identity and cuisine. The nation, as you described it, stands as a melting pot of Northwest European, French, Italian, and indigenous influences, creating a unique blend of languages, customs, and tastes. The genetic study conducted by Chonne College underlines the complex heritage of the Britannian and Cascadian people, challenging some people's perceptions of their ancestry and encouraging a broader, more inclusive view of their cultural identities. This revelation might lead to a reevaluation of what it means to be Britannian or Cascadian, affecting everything from personal identities to cultural expressions like cuisine. The culinary landscape of New Britannia reflects its diverse heritage. Britannians's unique taste for "barbie" showcases the integration of external influences into their traditional British penchant for tea and scones, leading to innovative dishes that merge these customs. The adoption of nduja in their local delights like mac and cheese signals a willingness to embrace and adapt the broader European palate to their food preferences. Cascadians, with their romanticized French and Italian roots, along with German, British, and Iberian heritage, have developed a cuisine that is both authentic to its core influences and inventive in its integration of local produce and tastes. The ravioli tartiflette and Croque Monsieur Pizza are testaments to their culinary innovation, while the quattro formaggi pizza remains a beloved staple, demonstrating their skill in maintaining tradition while embracing creativity. The country's valuation of freshness and locality in ingredients--such as the prominence of root vegetable salads and the incorporation of smoked salmon into a Panzanella salad--is a nod to the global movement towards sustainable and regional gastronomy. The intermingling of these different cultures, the evolution of their cuisines, and their adaptation to new environments and ingredients create a vibrant gastronomic landscape in New Britannia. It's an example of how food can tell the story of a nation's history, its people's origins, and the continuous blending of traditions and innovations that forge a shared national identity.
USER
Now for my story. It takes place in 1995. Sweethearts since middle school, Tarquin and Evangeline (nee Hagan) Holt shared a passion for investigation and journalism, as well as a disdain for communism. Together they formed an amateur reporting team, Tark manning the camea and Eva the microphone. They would convince other friends to write the newspaper. The name? Paragon News. Paragon News rose to prominence when Tarquin and Evangeline received a tip about their local mayor's connection to Soviet and Chinese businessmen. Tarquin, Evangeline, and their faithful friends would create the top news network in New Britannia, and this has made them a wealthy duo capable of securing privileged upbringings for their children Landon, Calliope, Asher, and the youngest of the bunch, Allen. Our story is about Allen, who recently graduated college. He's a high-strung young man who works for the homeland security department of the NSB (National Secrity Bureau.) One day, he is eating with his two closest friends, Verity Dixon and Wallace (Wally Paxton) at a Cascadian restaurant named Marco's. He spots a waitress that seems very clumsy, her name tag reading "Moira". She entertains the other diners, who think her incompetence is part of some show. It's a miracle she hasn't screwed up yet. Well, until she delivers Allen's veal parmigiana in a creamy vodka sauce. She spills it all over his white shirt. Allen leaves in disgust, having lost his appetite and one of his rare jolly moods as Verity laughs at him fo wearing a white shirt. He isn't amused. "Moira" follows after Allen, begging and pleading not to speak to her manager, Basileo. He's surprised she made that assumption of him. He really just wanted to leave. She sighs in relief, and he coldly tells her to get back to her job. As she turns, his commanding voice pierces her ears. "Wait. Where are you from?" Her accent is foreign to him. She admits that she is a temporary resident from Hungary, and she needs her job to pay for her brother's medical treatments. Her name is actually Dorka, and her brother is Szilveszter. He sighs, telling her to wait outside of Marco's after her shift. He'd pick her up, take her to his apartment, and she'd try to make up for the ruined meal and night out with his friends. There's a tip waiting for her. He emphasizes that he isn't coming back to Verity or Wally. This is the perfect opportunity for Dorka to snoop around and find out what he likes. She heads back inside, and asks his friends about him. Verity and Wally share that despite his demeanor, he has a child's palatte. Verity recommends bolognese or mac and cheese. Time passes, Dorka's shift end, and she is picked up by Allen. She's carrying groceries she got from the restaurant's kitchen. He drives her to his penthouse, a Christmas gift from his parents. Dorka is torn on what to make, so she makes both kasespatzle and bolognese. Allen is getting excited at this point. Then she begins to combine the two. "What are you doing?" He asks, sure that the combination would ruin the two. "Please, just trust me," she responds, softly. It's delicious. He begins to open up, and Dorka becomes more confident. Her first instinct, coming in, was not to touch anything she wasn't explicitly told to. She asks Allen about his jukebox, and they end up dancing. When they tire, Allen chooses to watch a rerun of last year's Monarch Cup (of the Elite Rugby League). Dorka has never seen rugby, but he helps her understand. The next morning he hands her four PS500 bills. It's a generous tip, and this wouldn't be the last time they met. Verity notices that she, Wally, and Allen keep ending up at Marco's. She also isn't blind to Allen's interest in "Moira", but she she pretends not to mind, although she quietly wonders how fickle an adult friendship is, easily disrupted by outsiders. After Allen left them with the bill last time, he's paying for the meals. Later, after the gathering has cleared, Verity follows Allen. She watches him pick up Dorka from outside Marco's, but does not pursue them further. That night, the pair grow ever closer, one thing leads to another, and Allen ends up sleeping with Dorka as they enter into a committed relationship. However, Szil's condition later worsens, his illness now being terminal. Allen and Dorka are able to deliver baby Arlington, and Szil is able to hold him in his arms before he dies, although he's gone completely blind. Although Dorka is no longer living on a knife's edge, she understands the importance of helping others, and she spends some of her allowance money on the needy. She plans to take a more active role when she and Allen are finished having children, and the existing ones are old enough to look after themselves and each other. Arlington will likely not be the last.
CHATBOT
Allen's story illustrates the unpredictability of life and the human connections that define our experiences. His encounter with Dorka, initially marred by a clumsy mistake, blossoms into a relationship that significantly impacts both of their lives. The narrative showcases the transformative power of empathy, kindness, and love, even amidst the rigidity of professional life. This tale in 1995 New Britannia also emphasizes the importance of family legacy, with Allen being the scion of the successful Holt family, renowned for their journalistic achievements and opposition to communism. Despite his privileged background, Allen's initial demeanor suggests a certain distance from others, but his interactions with Dorka shift this perspective. The cultural nuances present in their relationship, from the food they share to the sports they watch together, underscore the blending of backgrounds and the personal growth that such intercultural exchanges can engender. Moreover, the story touches upon the theme of how crises can draw people closer. The shared experience of dealing with Szilveszter's terminal illness and the birth of baby Arlington serves to deepen the bond between Allen and Dorka, highlighting the strength that can be found in unity during challenging times. Dorka's situation and the couple's response to it illustrate the socioeconomic struggles that many face, further humanizing the characters by showing their vulnerabilities and their inclinations toward altruism. Allen and Dorka's evolving relationship, shaped by spontaneous moments and shared trials, speaks to how life's unexpected turns can lead to profound personal development and everlasting bonds. Their story is a testament to how love can emerge in the most inadvertently met people and how such love can positively influence their paths and perspectives, spreading effects well beyond their immediate circle.
USER
Scene. Dialogue.
CHATBOT
Sure, let's create a scene with dialogue based on your storyline: --- **Interior: Marco's Restaurant - Evening** *(The dimly lit Cascadian restaurant buzzes with the chatter of diners. Allen sits at a table with his friends Verity and Wally. Allen's attire is notably more formal than that of the other patrons. A waitress with a "Moira" name tag clumsily approaches the table with a steaming plate of veal parmigiana. Her hands shake.)* **"Moira" (Dorka)**: Here's your veal parmigiana, sir. Carefully prepared with our finest creamy vodka sauce. *(As she leans to set the plate down, she loses her balance slightly, tipping the plate and sending its contents sprawling onto Allen's white shirt.)* **Allen**: (Jumping up, visibly upset) Oh, for heaven's sake! Look what you've done! **Verity**: (Suppressing laughter) Well, white was a bold choice for a night out at Marco's, Allen. **Allen**: (Giving Verity a sharp look and turning back to "Moira") This is ridiculous. **"Moira" (Dorka)**: (Panicking) I'm so, so sorry! Please, don't tell Basileo, our manager! I cannot afford to lose this job! **Allen**: (Softening) I wasn't going to get you fired. I just wanted to leave. **"Moira" (Dorka)**: (Relieved) Thank you! *(Allen notices her accent.)* **Allen**: Wait. Where are you from? Your accent, it's not local. **"Moira" (Dorka)**: (Hesitant) I am a temporary resident from Hungary. I'm working to pay for my brother's treatments. **Allen**: (Intrigued, authoritative) After your shift, meet me outside. I'll take you to my place, you can cook there, try to salvage the evening. And there's a tip in it for you. Just stay away from white shirts. **"Moira" (Dorka)**: (Nodding) I'll be there. *(Allen exits. "Moira" turns back inside and approaches Verity and Wally after a moment.)* **"Moira" (Dorka)**: Pardon me, could I... could I inquire about Allen's taste in food? What does he like? **Verity**: (Seeing an opportunity, smiles) Allen? He's got the palate of a choosy ten-year-old. Can't go wrong with bolognese or mac and cheese. **"Moira" (Dorka)**: (Smiling) Thank you. --- **Interior: Allen's Penthouse - Night** *(The penthouse is spacious and modern, a silent jukebox in the corner. Allen watches as Dorka cooks in the sleek kitchen, combining the kasespatzle and bolognese.)* **Allen**: (Skeptical) What are you doing? Those don't go together. **Dorka**: (Encouraging) Please, just trust me. *(They sit to eat. Allen takes a bite, his expression transforming into one of surprise and delight.)* **Allen**: (Impressed) That's... actually amazing. *(A beat passes as they share a moment of quiet companionship. Allen, now relaxed, glances at the jukebox.)* **Allen**: Feel free to put some music on if you want. **Dorka**: (Heading to the jukebox with a bright smile) That would be lovely. *(Music fills the penthouse, and they start to dance near the kitchen, drawn closer by the atmosphere. After a while, they collapse onto the couch, breathless. Allen turns on the TV, flicking to a sports channel.)* **Allen**: Ever watched rugby? **Dorka**: (Shaking her head) No, teach me? *(Throughout the night, Allen explains the rules as they watch the game. Laughter and conversation echo into the late hours.)* --- *(The next morning, the warm light of dawn spills into the penthouse living room. Allen hands Dorka an envelope with four PS500 bills.)* **Allen**: (Generous, smiling) For ruining your evening. And thank you... for dinner. **Dorka**: (Grateful) This... is too much. **Allen**: (Firm, sincere) Consider it a promise for more evenings like last night. *(As she leaves, the promise of their next encounter lingers in the air.)* --- *(The scene sets the stage for their budding relationship, the integration of their socio-cultural backgrounds, and the beginning of a deeper narrative that explores themes of compassion, love, and the desire to support one another.)*
USER
Simulate a scene in which an Allen concocts a fake backstory for Dorka, with the goal of pleasing his parents. He may tell her to take on the name of Moira, and have her memorize her phony details. The excitement on her face may vanish as she's pressured into living a lie. And it doesn't convince Tarquin or Evangeline. They can tell he's lying, and they start to dislike Dorka. Not for her actions or her background but because they KNOW that Allen is hiding something, and blatant lies make it tough for "Moira" to gain acceptance. And as Allen is their beloved son, you can only guess who takes the blame and who is thought to be a naive man too eager to trust "bad women." 45 minutes before dinnertime, the house phone rings, and the parents' fears become true. Their personal cook, Henri, won't be showing up. He got into a car accident. Dorka takes the initiative. She is not just a simple waitress but also knows her way around a kitchen. Tarquin, humored, tells her to go ahead, but he doesn't think her capable of satisfying he or his wife. Evangeline protests, saying that the state-of-the art kitchen is too advanced for someone of herr standing, and that she'd burn the house down. (It's as if she doesn't know the apartment she helped Allen buy is quite similar.) The words cut Dorka like a knife. Allen holds her in his arms, comforting her as he reveals that he had altered her backstory, because he thought they wouldn't approve of her being poor or an immigrant from a communist country. He also reveals that her name is Dorka. Tarquin tells his son that he doesn't care about that, as long as she can make his boy happy, his stomach full, and give him (Tarquin) happy grandchildren. He's delighted that Arlington is doing well, and even Evangeline cannot deny her love for Dorka's son in spite of her distaste for his mother. Dorka is touched by his words as she heads into the kitchen. As soon as she's out of earshot, Evangeline insults her again, doubting her culinary skills. But Dorka would prove them wrong. Scene. Dialogue.
CHATBOT
Sure, let's set the stage for this pivotal scene: --- **Interior: The Holt Family Mansion - Evening** *(The grand dining room is aglow with ambient lighting. Allen stands next to Dorka, who is nervously adjusting a dress that is more formal than what she usually wears. They face Tarquin and Evangeline, who are seated elegantly on an opulent sofa.)* **Allen**: (Rehearsed) Mother, Dad, this is Moira. She comes from a well-to-do family in Eastern Canada, educated in Switzerland. She's quite the philanthropist and has a deep passion for art history. **Dorka**: (Hesitantly) Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you both. *(Evangeline eyes Dorka with curiosity and Tarquin leans back with a skeptical gaze.)* **Evangeline**: (Inspecting Dorka) Hm. And what does your family do in Eastern Canada, Moira? **Dorka**: (Struggling to remember) They're... in the maple syrup industry. Quite lucrative. *(Allen's parents exchange a knowing look.)* **Tarquin**: (Calm, but incisive) Maple syrup, you say? How... sweet. *(The tension in the room grows and the excitement fades from Dorka's face, replaced by a dawning realization of her situation.)* --- *(The house phone rings and Allen steps away to answer. Tarquin and Evangeline wait in anticipation of Henri's dinner showcase.)* **Allen**: (On the phone) What? Oh no, is he okay? ...I understand. Thank you for letting us know. *(He hangs up and turns to the waiting trio.)* **Allen**: That was Henri's wife. He's had a car accident. **Evangeline**: (Dispassionately) Well, that's unfortunate. Take-out it is, then. **Dorka**: (Determined) No, please allow me. I can cook. **Tarquin**: (Amused) Really? Well, go ahead. But don't expect us to be blown away. **Evangeline**: (Protesting) Tarquin! Our kitchen is not for amateurs. She'll burn the house down! *(Allen pulls Dorka into a reassuring embrace.)* **Allen**: (Whispering to Dorka) I'm sorry, Dorka. I made up those things because I thought they wouldn't accept you being from Hungary, or being less affluent. I was wrong to do that. **Tarquin**: (Overhearing) Son, I don't care where she's from or if she's rich or poor. Can she make you happy, feed you well, and give me cheerful grandkids like little Arlington? That's what matters. **Evangeline**: (Softening, but still resistant) Tarquin, please... *(Dorka wipes away a burgeoning tear and nods.)* **Dorka**: Thank you, Mr. Holt. I'll do my best. *(Dorka walks toward the kitchen, her resolve strengthening.)* --- **Interior: The State-of-the-Art Kitchen** *(Dorka is now alone in the kitchen, hands confidently selecting pots and ingredients. She begins to cook, her movements a blend of expertise and grace.)* --- **Interior: The Holt Family Dining Room** *(While Dorka is busy cooking, Evangeline leans close to Tarquin and whispers skeptically.)* **Evangeline**: She's going to ruin it, Tarquin. She doesn't know the first thing about real cuisine. *(Tarquin simply watches the kitchen doorway, intrigued.)* --- **Interior: The Dining Room - Later** *(The table is set, and Dorka brings out several perfected dishes, the aromas captivating. The family sits, unsure but enticed. They take tentative bites and expressions of surprise and delight spread across their faces.)* **Tarquin**: (Impressed) This is excellent! Hungary, was it? Well, they're lucky to have chefs like you, Dorka. **Evangeline**: (Reluctantly admitting) It... it is quite good. *(Allen looks on, proud, and gives Dorka's hand a gentle squeeze under the table, a silent thanks.)* --- *(The scene closes on the transformed atmosphere, a family dinner united by the culinary talents of a once underestimated guest. Dorka's food has become an unspoken apology and a bridge to acceptance.)*
USER
Unfortunately, I removed part of the original story. Some that would add more character to the story, and make Allen's defense of Dorka more passionate. Let's do it again, but cut it off before Dorka actually cooks. Simulate a scene in which an Allen concocts a fake backstory for Dorka, with the goal of pleasing his parents. He may tell her to take on the name of Moira, and have her memorize her phony details. The excitement on her face may vanish as she's pressured into living a lie. And it doesn't convince Tarquin or Evangeline. They can tell he's lying, and they start to dislike Dorka. Not for her actions or her background but because they KNOW that Allen is hiding something, and blatant lies make it tough for "Moira" to gain acceptance. And as Allen is their beloved son, you can only guess who takes the blame and who is thought to be a naive man too eager to trust "bad women." 45 minutes before dinnertime, the house phone rings, and the parents' fears become true. Their personal cook, Henri, won't be showing up. He got into a car accident. Dorka takes the initiative. She is not just a simple waitress but also knows her way around a kitchen. Tarquin, humored, tells her to go ahead, but he doesn't think her capable of satisfying he or his wife. Evangeline protests, saying that the state-of-the art kitchen is too advanced for a filthy woman like her and that she'd burn the house down. (It's as if she doesn't know the apartment she helped Allen buy is quite similar.) The words cut Dorka like a knife. Allen holds her in his arms, comforting her as he reveals that he had altered her backstory, because he thought they wouldn't approve of her being poor or an immigrant from a communist country. He also reveals that her name is Dorka. Tarquin tells his son that he doesn't care about that, as long as she can make his boy happy, his stomach full, and give him (Tarquin) happy grandchildren. He's delighted that Arlington is doing well, and even Evangeline cannot deny her love for Dorka's son in spite of her distaste for his mother. Dorka is touched by his words as she heads into the kitchen. As soon as she's out of earshot, Evangeline insults her again, doubting her culinary skills. But Dorka would prove them wrong. Scene. Dialogue.
CHATBOT
Let's dive into the scene: --- **Interior: The Holt Family Mansion - Evening** *(The opulent living room of the Holt residence is adorned with artwork and fine furniture. Tarquin and Evangeline, elegantly dressed, await their son's arrival. Allen enters with Dorka, her face bright with nervous excitement.)* **Allen**: (Eagerly) Mom, Dad, this is Moira. She's from a well-established family in Eastern Canada. **Dorka**: (Struggling) Yes, hello. It's an honor to meet you both. *(She offers an awkward curtsy. Tarquin raises an eyebrow, while Evangeline's gaze is piercing.)* **Evangeline**: (Suspicious) Moira, is it? And your family is in what business exactly? **Dorka**: (Stumbling over her words) They uh, run a... a renowned art gallery in Toronto. **Tarquin**: (Unconvinced) Quite cultured, then. But something doesn't add up. *(The room grows tense. Allen and Dorka exchange a glance as her initial excitement begins to vanish.)* **Allen**: (Trying to salvage the situation) She's also a gifted philanthropist, very passionate about her causes. --- *(The house phone's ring interrupts the awkwardness. Allen excuses himself to answer. Tarquin and Evangeline continue to observe Dorka with skepticism.)* **Allen**: (Into phone) Oh no... Yes, we understand. Hope he gets better soon. *(He hangs up and returns to the group.)* **Allen**: Henri's had an accident and won't make it tonight. **Dorka**: (Seeing an opportunity) I could cook for us. I'm quite experienced in the kitchen. **Tarquin**: (Humoring her) Well, if you insist. Go ahead, amuse us with your culinary skills. **Evangeline**: (Scorning) In our kitchen? It's not meant for amateurs. Your... 'filth' belongs elsewhere! *(Dorka flinches at the harsh words, and Allen quickly wraps his arms around her.)* **Allen**: (Protectively) Enough, Mom! Dorka's name isn't Moira. She's from Hungary, and she's not "filthy" or "amateur." I lied because I was afraid you'd judge her for being poor or for coming from behind what was once the Iron Curtain. **Dorka**: (Softly, heartbroken) It's true... my name is Dorka. **Tarquin**: (Sternly to Allen) Son, I couldn't care less about her money or where she's from as long as she makes you happy. And we already adore little Arlington. **Evangeline**: (Reluctantly) The child is quite... endearing. *(Allen holds Dorka close, as his parents digest the revelation. Tarquin nods, acknowledging Dorka with a newfound respect.)* **Dorka**: (Feeling validated, rallying) I appreciate that, Mr. Holt. Please, let me cook tonight. *(Tarquin gives a conceding wave, and Dorka heads towards the kitchen with purpose.)* --- **Interior: Holt Family Mansion - Dining Room** *(As Dorka disappears into the kitchen, Evangeline leans in toward Tarquin, voice low but dripping with disdain.)* **Evangeline**: (Whispering with contempt) She'll never match up to Henri. We'll see what "skills" she possesses. *(Allen, having heard his mother's whisper, tightens his jaw but remains silent, choosing to believe in Dorka. The family awaits the proof of Dorka's talent.)* --- *(The dining room is left in anticipatory silence as the scene ends, marking a turning point in Allen's relationship with his parents and their acceptance of Dorka, setting the stage for culinary and personal redemption.)*
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Allen continues to feel horrible about what he put Dorka through. He steels himself, then walks into the kitchen. He tells her that if his mother won't accept her, then he needn't have a mother. "What was that?" Dorka's staring at the ingredients that will become the family meal, in the zone and lost in her own world. One of the dishes she's preparing is a pulley, dicing pork shoulder to be spread across the mac and cheese and drizzled with a delectable barbecue sauce. Served with roasted cauliflower. This is Britannian soul food. Allen and Tarquin will surely be happy with it, but what about Evangeline who desires a more refined dining experience? She searches the pantry for 'nduja to add to a gourmet pasta dish. For dessert, she's finally showing off a classic treat from her homeland - Kremes. Delicious pastries thick with a custard filling. But there are some dishes already close to completion, or so simple they just have to be thrown together. Well before Allen went into the kitchen, Dorka searched the refrigerator and she noticed raw, tea-seasoned duck ready to be prepared by Henri. She's making a tea-smoked duck salad, a Hungarian cucumber salad, and baking the already-prepared cornettos to be used as a substitute for bruschetta. The lighter dishes, nearly ready, will form the appetizer, and Dorka knows touching the duck is a risky endeavor. Scene. Dialogue. Dorka prepares her meal, the appetizers nearly ready. Then Allen serves them.
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**Interior: The State-of-the-Art Kitchen - Evening** *(The kitchen is bustling with the sounds of sizzling and the aromatic blend of spices and herbs. Dorka moves with a rhythm, meticulously dicing pork for the pulley. The kitchen island is lined with an assortment of fresh ingredients as she works methodically. Allen enters, his mood heavy with regret. He watches Dorka for a moment, admiring her concentration.)* **Allen**: (Softly) Dorka. *(No response; she's too focused on her task. Allen steps closer.)* **Allen**: (More firmly) Dorka! **Dorka**: (Startled, turning to him) Allen! You scared me. (She wipes her hands on her apron.) What is it? **Allen**: (Resolute) If my mother can't accept you, I'll have to accept not having a mother. **Dorka**: (Concerned) That's no small thing to say, Allen. *(Allen gestures to the pork shoulder, attempting to shift to lighter topics.)* **Allen**: The pulley, it looks fantastic. **Dorka**: (Smiling with pride) Britannian soul food, with a twist. Your father and brother will love it. But your mother... *(She trails off, glancing at the pantry. Allen follows her gaze.)* **Dorka**: (Suddenly inspired) A la Puttanesca with 'nduja. It's bold, rich. It might just win her over. *(Allen nods approvingly, unsure but supportive.)* **Dorka**: And the dessert, Kremes. (She smiles softly) It's a piece of my heart. **Allen**: (Grinning) I can't wait to try it. *(While Dorka returns to her preparations, Allen takes on the role of sous chef, aiding where he can.)* --- **Interior: The Dining Room - Evening** *(Allen carries plates of tea-smoked duck salad, Hungarian cucumber salad, and freshly baked cornettos to the dining room. The appetizers are elegantly plated. Tarquin and Evangeline wait at the table, the atmosphere still tense.)* **Allen**: (With confidence) To start, tea-smoked duck salad, Hungarian cucumber salad, and a twist on bruschetta. *(He serves his parents. Evangeline eyes the dishes warily, while Tarquin lets his curiosity get the better of him, lifting his fork.)* **Evangeline**: (Skeptical) This was Henri's work? **Allen**: (Proudly) No, Dorka made these. *(Tarquin takes a bite, his eyes lighting up with pleasure.)* **Tarquin**: (Delighted) This is exquisite! **Evangeline**: (Taking a small bite, then surprised) Well... it's quite good. **Allen**: (Watching his mother's reaction) There's much more to come. *(The table is quiet as they continue to taste Dorka's creations, the room filled with the clinking of cutlery. Tarquin's look of satisfaction gives Allen hope, and Evangeline seems caught between her pride and the undeniable quality of the food.)* --- *(The tantalizing aroma wafts from the kitchen as Dorka works on the main courses, and even Evangeline cannot wholly resist the scent. There's a feeling of change, however slight, as the meal begins to bring them together.)*
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Evangeline particularly enjoys the tea-smoked duck salad, even though it was one of Henri's specialties. As Allen returns to the kitchen, he notifies Dorka. She thanks Allen for mentioning the dish in a conversation before the two arrived at Tarquin and Evangeline's estate - when Allen told her about Henri's cooking.
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**Interior: The State-of-the-Art Kitchen - Evening** *(Following the successful delivery of the appetizers, Allen returns to the kitchen with an update for Dorka, who is deep in preparation for the next courses.)* **Allen**: (Encouraged) You were right about the salad; Mom especially loved it. That's one of Henri's specialties. **Dorka**: (Pausing, a smile of relief crossing her face) Really? I am so glad to hear that. Thank you for telling me earlier about Henri's dishes. **Allen**: (Returning the smile) They're loving every bite. We're off to a good start, Dorka. *(With renewed energy, Dorka nods and continues her work, while Allen watches her with admiration. Each move she makes in the kitchen shows her skill and dedication to making the evening exceptional.)* **Dorka**: (Focusing on her work) The main courses will be ready soon. I hope they'll bring even more joy. *(Allen, feeling a sense of pride, steps back to let Dorka work her magic, knowing that the burgeoning acceptance from his parents is largely due to her culinary prowess and genuine warmth.)* **Allen**: (Sincerely) I'm sure they will. You're incredible, Dorka. *(With a kitchen filled with the aromas of a lovingly crafted meal, Dorka and Allen share a moment of connection. They both understand that the food is more than sustenance; it's a message of who Dorka really is, her love for Allen, and her respect for his family.)* **Dorka**: (Returning to her preparation) Just wait until they try the main course--I've put my soul into every dish. *(With anticipation mounting, Dorka and Allen prepare for the next phase of the meal. The air is heavy with the scent of roasted cauliflower and simmering sauces, promising a union of flavors that may very well bridge the gap between her and Evangeline.)*
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Then, the two serve the main dishes, along with their more simple sides. A la Puttanesca with 'nduja, a pulley. Although Evangeline is quite happy, she wonders if the Vero Tesoro (high-end pasta brand Tarquin and Evangeline buy) has more to do with the delicious A la Puttanesca dish. Allen tells her to stop undermining Dorka. Evangeline tells him that she's doing him a favor, testing her worthiness. Something he already should have done himself, but even in adulthood relies on mummy. Dorka inquires about potential dessert, and Evangeline says she could go for some bourbon and brown sugar ice cream. She tells Dorka that she'll show her how to use the ice cream machine, which of course, is expensive. Throckmorton brand. Scene. Dialogue. All characters.