Simple Food For Thought

May 12, 2018:

As Danny recovers from having his words twisted by the media into something he did not say…his Butler has a few things of his own to say, in an effort to help the young man pick himself back up and move on.

Danny's Home

It is where he lives. There are many rooms.

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Fade In…

It's been a rough few weeks for Danny. In advance of the press conference, he's been in and out of the house, and spending more time than usual in his basement gym when he is at home. The door has been closed, which is odd - because ever since he showed Emery the panic room, it's more apt to be open. He's also been avoiding the sweets around the house and opting for healthier, simpler options. He's bypassed some of Emery's amazing cooking for simple rice and lentils that he cooked himself.

It's a good four days after the press conference until the basement door is open and Danny's clearly at home. There's no loud hip-hop, instead, just the sound of fists hitting leather, or the soft exhales of a man controlling his breathing while sparring.

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And so, amazing meals have been put into tupperware and stored away in the fridge and pantry depending on the types. Three days of baked goods just sitting uneaten and untouched. Emery has been around, cleaning and doing his regular work, regardless of what's been happening. He's read the news, seen the online comments and fielded many a panicked call from Rand (the company) itself about his client.

Its been a busy four days, and all through it the butler has been there. But enough is enough. Dressed comfortably in a pair of dark jeans, comfortably stylish dark blue boots, a fitted black henley and a dark blue hoodie, his hair pulled back into a loose man bun as he stands at the top of the stairs and listens intently for a few moments.

He's given him his space and he's given him his time and he just yells down. "Danny! Get yer arse in the kitchen please, I need help with somethin'!" Then he's back in the kitchen where he's got coolers lined up and a few baskets resting on a counter.

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There isn't an immediate reaction from Danny. In fact, Emery might be thinking he's not coming at all. Like calling a teenager for dinner and then waiting twenty minutes to hear anything. It's not quite that long, but he emerges, clad in a plain blue t-shirt and loose workout pants. He's dappled with sweat and a bit red-faced. "Uh?" he says, in a sort of half shell-shocked noise that echoes his confusion about being summoned.

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"Mm." Emery looks Danny over thoughtfully for a moment before nodding towards the coolers. "Help me get these packed with the shite I've been cookin' ye and ye not been eating. Just because you are in your own headspace about whatever the fuck is eating at you, does not mean this stuff has to go to waste. We're going to get it packed up and drop it off at the homeless shelter. The kids will love teh cookies." He makes his way to the fridge and starts taking out containers.

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"I don't think I should go out right now, but I'll help you pack. Me going with you is going to look like a photo op." And Danny has received explicit instructions to avoid those right now. Or anything that could be considered a photo op. Or made into one. He does do as instructed though, and starts digging for containers. "I've just needed to clear my head and find my center," he says by way of explanation. "So I needed to eat how I used to eat in K'un L'un."

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"Like I'd take ye anywhere a photo op would be possible. There are some people in this world who could care less what yer last name is." Emery shakes his head slowly and sighs, slamming a container of cookies down on the counter and just staring at Danny. "And ye did not tink to just let me know that? I swear to god." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Do ye tink I cook because its how I get me jollies off lad? I cook because I want to kept ye fed and well loaded with carbs and protein. If your royal Asian dragon related holiness needed a dietary adjustment, ye could've just told me." He shakes his head and just takes out a container of scones, setting that aside.

*

Danny sighs and rubs his forehead. He pushes the mass of sweaty curls back off his forehead. "I didn't want to be a bother. I kept thinking I'd want to eat something else, but then I just found myself wanting things that are really simple, y'know?" And then he attempts to crack a grin. "Do you even do simple?"

*

Emery takes a deep breath and organizes a few containers inside of a container before huffing out a breath. "Do ye tink I was born makin' goddamn crepes and fruit platters?" He pops back up to angle a look at Danny. "I can do whatever people want me to do based on their needs. The default is good, hearty and fillin' meals to keep meat in yer bones with sweets to remind ye that you are care about. If you need somethin' simpler, how teh feck is it a bother to let me know I only need to be concerned with 4 ingredients instead of like 24?"

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"I'm sorry," says Danny earnestly. "It's just…I've been preoccupied. This press conference thing…" he lifts a hand and lets it drop. "I can't get far without being swarmed by reporters. I got, uh…a package of…poo delivered to my office the other day. How did I make so many people so mad at me?"

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"Well, in doing what ye did, you put a target on the back of every Rand employee and their family members. You made mutants feel like you put an extra target they didn't need on them as well, and seein' as they all tink you're a regular boy…believe you to be trying to help and be supportive, all the while making tings worse by speaking up for a cause you do not understand." Emery starts explaining as he finishes filling a cooler and flips the lid shut. "Your heart was in teh right place, but I don't tink ye thought about all the consequences…and now ye just 'ave to live with 'em, ya know?"

*

"And the alternative was saying nothing. While people I know, people I care about, could end up hurt by this legislation? By not saying anything, I'm saying Rand is okay with this. Or at least, that it's not important enough to say anything about." Danny's defense is weak, though. He just sounds tired. He's spent the last several days defending his actions to just about everyone. "I thought about them. And the consequences of saying nothing felt worse."

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"Mmhm. You made a decision." Emery shrugs. "And the decision you made, in turn made a choice for other people, whether they wanted to make it or not. So own it, ye did it. There's no goin' back." He falls quiet for a moment before sighing softly. "You could've started to do tings on a lower scale. Gone to see if tere were any mutants lookin' for jobs and not gettin' them because of their status. Or bankrolled some tings for mutant town. Let yer actions and not your words show where ye stand on the matter. But this was /your/ lesson to learn, Danny. I just prayed that ye have the strength to get through it."

*

"Small things have never gotten me very far," says Danny. This from the kid who worked his ass off for the biggest title in K'un L'un - and beat the odds to claim it. He has all the ambition of the Manhattan elite, but none of the hard-knock reality (or business school) to help inform and control that ambition. "It was my choice not to announce the new youth center at the same time as voicing my opposition to registration. I didn't want people to think it was just a PR move." But in doing so, he's made people question why he bothered to say anything at all.

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"And what did you tink would happen Danny?" Emery asks now, retrieving two beers from the fridge and smoothly popping the tops off with a bottle opener that seemingly appears out of no where. "Ye get up there in your suit, and talk to a bunch of nosy people with cameras and notepads, and say 'I am against government inforced prejudice, blah blah blah' and use comparisons to people during the Aids epidemic and…then what?" He gestures around him vaguely. "Walk me through how you thought this would go?"

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"That wasn't a comparison…" Danny sighs, clearly exhasperated. He slumps in exhaustion. "I read back over the transcripts to see how I could've phrased it differently. But I thought I made it pretty clear I was referring to a time when my father made a decision for Rand based on what he felt was right, not…" he tosses a hand up, "…comparing being a mutant to having AIDS. That was the question. What made me speak up. And I answered." He leans on the counter. "I don't know. Not this."

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The second beer gets pushed down to Danny as he quirks an eyebrow. "Even I know you are not stupid enough to tink that having a mutant gene is teh same as contracting aids." Emery reassures Danny before leaning forward, resting an elbow on the counter and shaking his head. "You can take care of yerself. You've got all this trainin' and ninja lifestyle learnin' under your belt. But when you start speaking for your /company/ as a whole…ye need to tink about all the hundreds of people you employ and the people that they love and remember they don't have your training and they don't have any way of meditating themselves out of the shitstorm their lives are going to become. So now? You've said your piece. You've joined a 'side'. If you care about your company and the people who work for you, its time now to focus on their needs and make sure that they still feel safe and secure at your company." He points to his head. "You've sat down at the adult table now, time to pull on your big boy pants and deal with it. Starting with finding a way to reassure your stakeholders, securing your board, and making nice wit' the other billionaires."

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"I'm starting to think I should have taken the buyout that Joy and Ward offered me. Because being a businessman seems to involve a lot of dishonesty and moral compromise." And, bless him, Danny Rand is terrible at both of those things. "They agreed to let me speak my mind. Maybe they're trying to teach me that I'm not strong enough to do this." Which is a kind way of saying the Meachums might be trying to push him out, or get the board to push him out by just letting him be himself. Long term gain for short-term pain. "I walk into Rand and I see people in expensive suits with big houses who don't need me to take care of them or look out for them, yet I'm expected to."

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"Lots of businessmen have managed to be good at their jobs without bein' dishonest or compromising their morals. They just actually went to school for it or had the experience needed. But you've never 'ad a real job. You're a messiah of sorts or somethin' to some people in a world that the average person doesn't care about it. To expect ye to be operating on the same level as their stuck up arses, is ridiculous." Emery snorts before thumbing the side of his nose and jabbing a finger at Danny. "If you let them make you doubt your ability to carry on your father's legacy, I will kick your arse until your head falls back out of it."

The Irishman tsks softly. "Then you are lookin' at the material tings and not at the people. How many of them are having medical issues? How many people you see walkin' past in 5 inch designer heels, are barely makin' it through the day because they are worried about their spouse or child? How many people are workin' for you who are afraid to just simply come out and live their authentic selves, be it gay or bi, even in 2018 because they think it may jeapordize their careers at your company?" He takes a swig of beer and slaps the counter. "You don't know. So stop assumin' that you're the odd man out and everybody else has their shit together cept for you."

There's a long pause. "Now, you are goin' to need to get bonuses to all the people workin' in HR, as they deal with all the concerns and fears of your employees during this difficult time. And make sure their incentive programs for diversity and incusion are fully funded and pulled off of the back burners."

*

Danny hasn't touched his beer. Maybe that's part of his 'get his head on straight through simple eating and meditation' regimen, or maybe he's just sulking. With him, it's really hard to tell where wisdom and immaturity meet. He does seem to be listening to all Emery says, though. He whuffs a soft breath. "I'll have to talk to Joy. HR matters are under operations."

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"Do it. And I'll make sure a nice muffin basket is sent to her at the office beforehand, I'll get you to sign the card before its sent out." Emery nods to Danny and then shakes his head. "I wish I could protect and shield ye from the harshness of the world outside of Kung Lung. I wish I could tell ye that all you need to do is be nice and genuine and people will fall in line. But I can tell ye this…" He takes another swig of his beer. "Never stop bein' who you are, it may take time for teh world to grow to accept ye, but it'll never happen if you don't hold on to what makes you, you." He gives Danny a look. "Now, tell me what ye would prefer to eat on your restricted diet of sorts, and I've left your whites in the laundry room for ye to fold."

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