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[untempered]

Who: Noric and Xavier
When: Day 102, early evening (slight forward-date to presumably when the lizagons have been beaten down)
Where: level 3 windows
What: romansu

[two men are looking out the windows into the gloom.]

Well... it doesn't look so bare, in the dark.

Comments

[intellectum]

[peering]

[untempered]

[comin' back down the stairs]

Impatient?

[intellectum]

Slightly.

[untempered]

Why do you think I hid it?

[sets the cake down on the table. it's not a big one, just about the right size for two people.

and for extra fun, the chocolate liqueur.]

[intellectum]

[oh wow]

[untempered]

What's that look for?

[intellectum]

It's impressive.

[untempered]

[shrugs]

The liqueur is the same one we've had for ages.

[intellectum]

Even so.

[untempered]

[huffs, and cuts the cake in half for them.]

[intellectum]

Thank you.

[untempered]

You're welcome.

[intellectum]

To us, then.

[untempered]

To us.

[cheers! either with cake or drink. or both.]

[intellectum]

[drink first. Sipping it carefully]

[untempered]

[drinking less carefully]

I think I'm growing immune to how deathly sweet this stuff is.

[intellectum]

Deathly?

[untempered]

It's almost too much for me.

[intellectum]

Oh.

[untempered]

You know I don't have your fondness for sweet things.

[intellectum]

... Yes. I know.

[untempered]

But I suppose I'm adapting.

[intellectum]

To ... chocolate.

[untempered]

Yes.

[also, it's still alcohol. i liek alcohol.]

[intellectum]

If you say so, dearheart.