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The Perk- Tuesday Morning

After the standard morning run, and the reminder that the colder weather was definitely on its way, Dwight decided to stop by The Perk for some liquid fuel. Sure, he had coffee back home. But the temptation was too strong and when he found out from the Barista that they had the mocha peppermint bark drinks back, well, he obviously had to have one right? So, Dwight was rewarding himself with a mocha peppermint monstrosity as he sat by the window and went over the mental to-do list he had for the week.

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After a...bit of a later start to his morning than usual, Ignis stopped by the Perk on his way to the gym to see if Gladio wasn't too busy for a good spar or some other training. Of course, he already knew the answer to that, Gladio was never too busy for training, but he figured he'd bring some coffee along for incentive all the same. Especially since Gladio also liked all those ridiculously sugary speciality lattes, but, well....Of Gladio's many admirable attributes, his taste was not among them.

And since those drinks took a little longer to make, Ignis could use that time to just sort of soak in the atmosphere and listen for a bit. Not just for any strains of voices that might be familiar, but also for the general ambiance that he would never cease to find a certain comfort and appreciation in.

Dwight saw Ignis when he came in and once it looked like he was done placing his order and was waiting for the baristas, Dwight called out with a smile, that hopefully translated into his voice as well.

"Hey Ignis, hows it going?"

It seemed a bit quieter this morning than some of the other times he'd been in, so Ignis was able to track the voice easily enough, turning his head that was with a nod of acknowledgement. "Dwight," he said. "It's going...well, thank you."

The hesitation was not so much one of someone who was doubting the validity of that assessment so much as one who merely felt there was a better word for it, though they could not quite conceive of it in that moment.

"And yourself? Was this past holiday one you celebrate?"

"I'd celebrate but didn't really have anyone to go off to see or anything this year. So was just me and Snoopy this year." God, that sounded really pathetic to say it out loud. "Had a relaxing few days, lots of naps in the recliner. You do anything for the holiday?"

"Well, it's hardly one of my own," Ignis noted, "but I could hardly keep myself from getting swept up in a celebration so dedicated to the art of the feast. So I kept up the tradition by spending most of it in the kitchen. I rather enjoy cooking with turkey; it's a bit more similar to the fowl found across Eos than, say, your more popular chicken."

The versions of which in his world tended to be large and rideable and would make Prompto pout if you ever suggested eating one.

"That's the beauty of a holiday in my mind," Dwight replied. "Making it your own and celebrating how you want with your own traditions. Big family gatherings were never a thing for me growing up so the big day-long fest with tons of family wasn't a part of Thanksgiving traditions for me really. But we had our own things we did each year."

The barista called out that Ignis' order was ready, so he turned a moment to fetch the drinks nestled conveniently in a to-go tray, nodded with his thanks before grabbing it. He then turned back to Dwight, taking a few steps closer to where he was presumably sitting.

"What sort of things?" he asked. "As an outsider, looking in, but terribly curious about other interpretations on the holiday."

"Basic flare stuff really. Homecooked meal but nothing so over the top as what some do. Time sharing what we were thankful for. And the few times we got together as adults it was mostly trying to get through the meal without a big fight." Dwight paused and smiled, his void going a little softer too "When it was just me and Lizzie, we always made a special dinner together and spent the early part of the month making decorations and doing crafts and such. It pretty much was the same for Christmas time with the two of us too."

Marc had already done a few things that morning so he figured he'd earned a cup of coffee. Regular, no weird flavored crap. He gave a nod of greeting to Dwight when he saw him.

"Hey Marc," Dwight said with a small nod and a lift of his coffee in recognition. "How's it going?"

Marc saluted back with his coffee in turn.

"Busy," he said, by way of an answer. "You?"

"Same really. Enjoying a small lull and trying to make the most of it before the insane holiday rush hits."

"Luckily my list is small," Marc said. And would be smaller if he could convince Steven they didn't need to get each other presents. "And I don't do parties."

"Oh same here as far as the gift-giving and all goes" Dwight pointed out. "But business tends to pick up at the shop around the holidays. You'd be surprised, or maybe not, how many people don't understand why it takes more than two days to make a custom woodwork piece and get it shipped this time of year" he said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Bad time to put in the custom order for a six foot tall menorah then?" Marc replied.

Dwight gave him a look that said 'I know you are kidding, but lord I hope you are kidding '.

"Think rhe timeframe for that kind of order passed about three months ago"he said with a dry laugh.

"Keep it in mind for next year," Marc said. He was still kidding. "Anybody order anything interesting?"

Dwight thought back over the packages he had shipped out so far.

"Mostly personalized things, plaques, ornaments, that kind of thing. Did some figurines for a family and I have a toybox in the shop I gotta get to the mainland for pickup soon."

Marc was mentally skipping right past any mentions of kid's toys. "Least it's good for business? Helps keep the lights on?"

Much as anybody on the island ever needed financial help, given they all could live comfortably on one day of work a week.

"And keeps the hands and mind busy" Dwight added with a knowing look. "Idle hands and all that... definitely the poster child for over thinking when things get too quiet and slow." And heaven knew how much there was to over think about with him!

Marc had a pretty good system for cutting himself off when he was thinking too much but it wasn't one anybody else could try so he kept that to himself. Instead he went with, "Does get quiet around here. Past few days have been like a ghost town."

Marc probably shouldn't put it that way given that the island might take a hint from that and provide actual ghosts.

And Marc hadn't even been around for the 'dead visitors' thing the island did at times. So, that was going to be fun if that sprang up again.

"Yeah, it seems to go from one extreme to the other. Totally dead like when most of the island was off on that trip to Paris and then utter insanity like the Christmas season seems to be. Guess it kinda balances out in the long run though so can't complain too much. And it's a better type of insanity than what I had back home so, I count it a win."

"Less people dying is always good," Marc said, since he had a vague idea of what Dwight's life back home was like. "Even if it means the cops are bored."

Sorry, Watts.

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