twenty five ► life of pie

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

I dunno why you're all complaining. After everything else the castle's thrown at us, a free pie... or five... won't hurt anybody.

[Chocolate splatters the page. Deal. With. It.

After a couple minutes of contented eating, he stacks the empty plate beside him... and judging by the clatter, there's plenty more.]

[Aselia filter]

Mrrffm. [He swallows and tries again.] Speaking of food. Everyone's kinda spread out right now, and... you know, it's too quiet. I thought we could get together at the house in town and have a big dinner or something. Everyone can bring a dish and we'll make it a potlock. [Potluck, Lloyd.] Maybe this weekend?

The house has a lot of space in it, too, if you want to move in. I should probably make extra keys anyway.

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Comments

[Aselia Filter]

[wilder]

[He's not even going to bother to use the journal because he's just out in the living room, sprawled on the couch. ]

That's potluck, Lloyd.

And you sure you won't be still stuffed from pie by then?

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[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd will yell from the kitchen, then.]

Oh, sorry.

I'll be fine. You're missing out on good pie, man.

and ever

[wilder]

You saying there's any left?

[gentleidealist]

[LMFAO. That actually gets Lloyd to pause. He gets up, opens the fridge, and yells the results.]

Apple, bacon mac 'n' cheese, two chocolate and one pumpkin.

[wilder]

[A PAUSE...........]

....What kind of chocolate?

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[heal_theworld]

That sounds wonderful! I'll definitely come. [Now, what could she make...

Martel doesn't comment on moving in, though. She doesn't want to be any trouble, and she knows it might be awkward because they all knew each other previously and she didn't.]

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[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd wouldn't say it's awkward, but he won't push. The option is open if she wants somewhere to stay.]

That's great! Um, is there anything you really hate eating? I'll make sure not to put it in anything I make.

[heal_theworld]

Oh no, I'm not very picky! I'm sure I'll enjoy anything.

[gentleidealist]

[He smiles, though she can't see it.]

For the record, I'm not going near a tomato.

[heal_theworld]

[She laughs at that, because she had already figured.] No tomatoes, I promise.

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[axwielding]

What should I make?

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[gentleidealist]

Anything you want, Presea! I was thinking I'd make a pot roast, but the rest is up to you guys.

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[axwielding]

[there's a loooong pause before Presea types again as she finishes thinking about what to make.]

I will make potato salad. What time should I be there?

oh, the journals-- you can't type into them, it'd be handwritten, lmao. they're magic books.

[gentleidealist]

Potato salad sounds really good.

[HRM...]

Is four in the afternoon okay?

ah right, sorry, my bad. every other game you type!

[axwielding]

I will be there at four sharp then.

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[rose_of_battle]

Nice conversation you're having with Zelos, Lloyd. Can you try to save the other chocolate pie for me?

☺

[Yes, she just drew a smiley face because midnight raid is a go. She pauses.]

Ummm, did you want me to make anything for dinner?

[She just may have to leave her room.]

[gentleidealist]

[Oh, that's cute. He stares at the smiley face for a second, puzzled.]

Sure thing, Sheena.

[She doesn't even have to ask! Except she does because Lloyd probably would've eaten it.]

Huh? Oh, you can if you want. Your curry's pretty good.

[rose_of_battle]

Great!

[Either him or Zelos, judging by their conversation.]

Is that what you'd like me to make? [She's leaning towards that, anyway.]

[gentleidealist]

Yeah! I always like what you make.

-- If you're feeling up to it, anyway.

[rose_of_battle]

Thanks, Lloyd. Then I'll make that!

[A pause.]

You know, I can hear you and Zelos talking, right?

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[selfless]

That sounds like a wonderful idea, Lloyd!

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[gentleidealist]

You think so? [He scratches at his cheek, invisibly.] Um, I was going to work on a pot roast. Do you want to make something by yourself, or help me with that? I don't care.

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[selfless]

Could I do both? I'd like to make something with fruit... but I'd also like to help!

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[gentleidealist]

[He laughs warmly.]

Sure. With you on the job, I'm sure everything will turn out great!

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[selfless]

Thank you! And with all of us working together it will probably be the best meal in all of Paradisa.