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[gottaknockhard]

[The journal has been relatively quiet, considering how the castle seemed to be going through its usual mood swings. Unusually strong for its usual mood swings, but still, Spike noticed. But he doesn't want to talk about the castle, or death, or magical-catastrophe-whatever, and he can't blame anyone else for feeling the same way. He just wants something to eat. Preferably something that requires no wishing (seeing how that's been backfiring lately), or effort of any kind.

Which is why he's making a bowl of cereal in the kitchen in middle of the night.

After a fair amount of staring dead-eyed into the depths of the fridge, he dictates to whoever might be hoarding out there.]

We're out of milk.

Comments

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

[Now he's distracted, trying to think of how long it has been. Which he generally doesn't like to do.

Brock would have known.]

It has its favorites.

Spike

[lucre]

If what they say of the castle is true, we must both be tempestuous.

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

[Big words, Lucrezia. But he can infer what she means.]

There's a reason people who get too content tend to go home.

Spike

[lucre]

Are you so discontent, Spiegel?

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

I guess I don't have a lot of reason to be.

Spike

[lucre]

You are out of milk.

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

That's just my luck. [He sighs, for effect.] You really can't call it cereal without the milk.

Spike

[lucre]

What is a cereal?

[ She may have seen Joshua eating some, once, but they were called something else. Mostly Froot Loops. ]

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

Disappointing, mostly.

[He's close to testing if wishing for real food is going to set him on fire again...]

Spike

[lucre]

Less or more so than a steak?

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

It's not fair to compare them.

Spike

[lucre]

What of wine?

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

It's a bad idea to use it as a substitute. Not everything mixes as well as you'd think.

Spike

[lucre]

Nonsense. Try it then tell me otherwise.

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

[Another time, and he wouldn't be opposed to spiking his cereal. These days, he can't even enjoy that...

What a depressing thought.]

I think we ran out of wine first.

Spike

[lucre]

The maids will be waiting by the door.

[ That's her invitation. ]

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

[He'll never know why she's always insisting on his company, other than her other company being Joshua. One of these days she's going to notice when he doesn't get drunk...]

They usually see me coming.

Spike

[lucre]

[ Probably because he's so reticent to share his company. ]

Good. I will choose you a bottle.

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

[What was that preposition about again...]

And if it gets too late, I'll spend the night?

Spike

[lucre]

That will no longer be a question.

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

It won't, huh?

Spike

[lucre]

It was not my decision.

Lucrezia

[gottaknockhard]

[They were talking about this? That's...]

Decision?

Lucrezia

[lucre]

I should say suggestion.

Filter forever :'>

[gottaknockhard]

... And this whole time I thought it was your idea.