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[runs_on_batteries]

[For IC messages/ posts in suggestion box/ 'I don't want to flood the comms stuff'/ etc etc etc.]

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[runs_on_batteries]

You're now dumping on pie? I'm sorry Era, we cannot be friends. Sashay Shante. ;)

[He's totally kidding.]

[astralera]

When you cut a pie the filling squishes out everywhere. The edges are too crumbly and the bottom is too soggy. It is the worst type of dessert to share with friends.

Cake is consistent and more versatile. You can have myriad different flavours in each layer, and you can decorate them beautifully.

Friends deserve cake.


Did the translation feature malfunction at the end of your message?

[runs_on_batteries]

[Wow. Just.. wow. Damn, now he wanted pie.. and maybe cake.]

It sounds like you're eating pie wrong, but I'll agree to cake or cookies. Whatever you'd like.

It must have, I didn't see anything.

[Liar. He'll try to remember not to use emotes with her. She's a strange one.]

[astralera]

[ She has strong opinions about food, even though she has literally eaten rocks and dirt before. And still will eat rocks and dirt sometimes, if so inclined. ]

Also cakes can be miniaturized into cupcakes. You can't do that with pie.

I can have a batch of cookies made within a quarter bell.

Sashay Shante?

[runs_on_batteries]

Of course you can. They're called tarts.

For that, ask your husband or boyfriend what a drag queen is. It'll build character.

[astralera]

Tarts are tarts. They don't look like little baby pies.

Neither of them know.



Am I meant to visit now?

[runs_on_batteries]

I'll make you one. It'll look just like a little baby pie. And there's no way you asked them that fast.

[Dammit, she was coming over now.]

I need an hour.

[astralera]

How long is it meant to take? We're all in the same room.


I don't need to visit. You can have you answer whenever we next meet in person.

[runs_on_batteries]

[He considered asking her to wait, but he was getting bored sitting on the couch all day. Plus, he was really curious about her story.]

You're welcome to come. Have you met Gladio, my roommate? He'll be here as well.

[astralera]

Gladio? I suspect he would rather not remember our first meeting.

Fortunately our second meeting was a marked improvement.

[runs_on_batteries]

Sounds like you make as wonderful first impressions as I do. Come on over.

[He sends the coordinates.]

[astralera]

I suppose an impression is better than no impression.

I will be there in one hour. Should I bring aught else, or just myself and some sweets?

[runs_on_batteries]

[He was about to say no but then got an idea.]

Just a challenge. Try to make the sweets healthy too. I'll be very impressed if you can pull that off. See you in a bit.

[astralera]

Healthy in what sense? The addition of vitamin-rich ingredients, the reduction of fats or sugars, or something else?

Do you have special dietary requirements?

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony rolled his eyes and handed his communicator to Gladio.]

Era had some questions for you. I'm going to go get cleaned up.

[callmegladio]

[Gladio had only half being paying attention. He'd borrowed a book and that was a lot more interesting. At least until the communicator was shoved at him. He sighed.]

You're an ass...

[But he still took the phone to read what he was supposed to answer.]

Less sugar. Not no sugar. Just less. If you can reduce the fat too that'd help.

[astralera]

All right.

Any preferred flavours, or flavours to avoid?

[callmegladio]

avoid ginger.

[astralera]

Hello Gladio.

I'll make some adjustments and arrive in one hour.

[callmegladio]

Hey Era.

sure. we'll see you in an hour.

... if you've green tea at all?

[astralera]

I'm sure I have some around.

[ The request does give her another idea to try for a new batch of cookies, and so while the now sugar-free and low-fat pomegranate apple cookies finish baking, Era makes a test batch of similarly 'healthy' green tea cookies.

(Having a boyfriend with creation magic is infinitely helpful sometimes.)

Once satisfied that everything tastes as delicious as it should, she tucks everything away in her inventory, puts on her rainboots and rain poncho, and sets off for Gladio and Tony's residence.

Precisely an hour after her last message there is a polite knock at their door. ]

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony had showered and gotten dressed. He looked a while lot better than the last time Era saw him. No longer in red military gear, he was in loafers, jeans, and a comfortable, blue sweater. He had a kitchen towel over one shoulder and had almost finished putting the mini-pies/ tarts in the oven.]

Glads? Are you available to get the- never mind..

[He straightened up and went over to get the door himself. He gave her a smile and backed up, gesturing for her to enter.]

I expected you to be more punctual than this.

[callmegladio]

[Gladio had gone back to reading. Sat on the love seat, somehow managing to fit his large frame on the two seats with his bare feet up and pressed against the arm of the small sofa. He was comfortable where he was. And he could have gone to open the door...

Except he was lost in the book and it took him a second to realise anyone had knocked at all.

When he looked up he offered a smile and lifted a hand in welcome.]

[astralera]

[ Era returns the smile; small and uncertain, but earnest all the same. It wavers at his comment on punctuality, leaving her to give a quick glance upward on reflex to gauge the time, then realizing the man is teasing her. Her smile returns, less tentative than before. ]

My apologies. I'll be sure to sync up our clocks next time. [ She bows politely in greeting and steps inside. Pointedly, she removes her dirty boots and places them near the door. Then, even more pointedly, she pulls out a pair of soft flats from seemingly nowhere and puts them on.

Footwear handled, Era takes off her jacket (revealing an outfit that contrast sharply with the watermelon monstrosity) and looks for a place to hang it. ]

Hello, Gladio. I've green tea leaves for you, as well as matcha. I wasn't sure which you would prefer.

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony laughed both when she has to check on the time and when she pulls out her slippers. He takes her jacket from her and seriously considers tossing it at Gladio- but the chocolate would make that less amusing and more messy. So instead, he just hangs it up.]

Make yourself at home. However, you can't sit on that chair, stand on that spot of carpet, or look out that window. I'll go put the kettle on.