[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Apartments

[fighting_mad]

The sun set hours ago. All day spent in meetings and treasury committee meetings and Plourr is in search of sustenance. She may not have much hope for her mind after today (and yesterday, but she is steadfastedly not thinking about yesterday), but her body has to go on, appetite or no appetite. Crouched in the kitchen, she digs around on the shelf, arm chilled by the artificial cold and hip chilled by the open appliance door resting against it.

"No," she mutters, setting down an ancient canister. "Not that. No. Frell. No."

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[eiattu_pride]

"Sure."

He smiles at her, eyes lazy and half-shut and really, he's just enjoying the moment. "Maybe 'till you start to show?"

[fighting_mad]

She tenses, but only a little and she's trying. "Doctor said it'd be months," she reminds him, eternally grateful for strong abdominal muscles.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial grins at her, just a little. "Then we have that much longer before we tell."

[fighting_mad]

Damn if that ain't a half-bad thought. She smiles back, slow and tired but genuine, and she lets her eyelids fall.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial lets her be, for a few minutes. And then he pokes her, lightly, with his toe.

"I seem to remember something about rygg noodles..."

[fighting_mad]

"Mrpgh," says Plourr against him, burrowing her nose into his neck.

[eiattu_pride]

"And you were heating them...intending to consume them for energy..."

[fighting_mad]

"Cold by now anyway," she grumbles, stubbornly keeping her eyes closed even if he's going to insist on talking to her.

[eiattu_pride]

"Then we can reheat them."

Beat.

"Re-reheat them. Rereheat them? Reheat them squared?"

[fighting_mad]

"They get tough and tasteless with multiple reheats," she says practically, fisting a hand in his tunic at his shoulder, making herself more difficult to move.

[eiattu_pride]

"I can cook you something?"

That...probably wouldn't go over well.

[fighting_mad]

She cracks an eyelid.

"You're going to have to talk to me if you expect me to stay awake."

[eiattu_pride]

"You could help me," he suggests, already smirking.

"And besides. You'll have to get off me."

[fighting_mad]

"That was not the original offer," she points out. She rolls off gracelessly but still manages to land on her feet as though it were nothing.

[eiattu_pride]

Awww, she's better them him. Rial pries himself up, rolling his shoulders, and sets off for the kitchen.

"Come along, then!"

[fighting_mad]

Plourr snorts softly, but she pads after him.

Rial isn't a great cook, but he can do simple well, which is more than Plourr can say about herself. She sits cross-legged on the countertop and lets him sweet-talk her into chopping up ingredients, and when she leans back against the cabinets and he leans over and squeezes her knee -- she manages a small smile for him.