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[untempered]

Who: Noric and Xavier
When: Day 58, evening
Where: Apartment Upsilon
What: DATE NIGHT

[So, having managed to send Xavier off on an errand for a couple of hours, Noric has used the intervening time to whip up a dinner. It's pretty difficult to make things fancy without going to the gods for extras, so instead of doing that, he's gathered up a cluster of fairy lights and put them into the vase on the table. Then set out the plates.

And now he's sitting on the couch, waiting.]

Maybe I should have gotten more of the lights...

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[untempered]

It can be frustrating, you know.

[intellectum]

I'm sure.

[untempered]

Especially with foreign ingredients...

[intellectum]

Well, rest easy. It's good.

[untempered]

Not just yet. This isn't the only course.

[intellectum]

[eyes him]

Dearheart, how much food did you make?

[untempered]

Don't look at me like that. There's this, the main course, then dessert.

[intellectum]

I see.

[untempered]

Besides, we could use bigger meals.

[gets up, clearing the plates.]

[intellectum]

That's true.

[untempered]

[rattling around the kitchen preparing the next course]

It's a shame most of the game around here is fairly lean.

[intellectum]

It says something if we got better game at Lepus.

[untempered]

Well, some of it definitely had more meat on its bones.

[intellectum]

Some of it.

[untempered]

I didn't touch the more... unique animals that sometimes came our way.

[sets down the plate in front of him again. this time it is steak, with potato and vegetables.]

[intellectum]

Very smart.

[untempered]

I thought so.

[intellectum]

[smiles, eating now. He's slow at it, not used to eating so much in one sitting]

[untempered]

[we've got all the time in the world.]

[intellectum]

How long were you planning this?

[untempered]

Ah... I've had it in mind for a while, but the timing was never right. I only really decided on it last night.

[intellectum]

Just last night?

[untempered]

Mmm. I thought, if the timing will never be right on its own, I have to make it happen myself.

[intellectum]

[peering at him thoughtfully]

[untempered]

[rubs his thumb along his fork.]

I don't want to be caught in the trap of waiting again.