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Elizabeth 'Liz' Argentum ([personal profile] flamesburned) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2023-04-06 07:14 pm

The Photo Hut - Thursday

Liz was very reluctant to head downstairs to work that morning, it had been tempting to just stay in with Prompto and Noctra but she needed to do some admin work before the Easter weekend, even though she was rather distracted by all the cute Easter ideas for the photos that they could take of Noctra for her first Easter.

So she was responding to some emails and finishing off the last of the reports that she needed but it was taking her a lot longer to concentrate on her work that morning.

[the Photo Hut is open!]
hashtag_chocobro: ((older) tilting head forward)

[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2023-04-06 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
You know something Prompto had really missed while he was a dog this past week? Well...there were a lot of things he'd missed, but cooking lunch for his wife was definitely up there, and definitely an itch he'd scratched while she was downstairs at the PH. Granted, he was clearly out of practice, and he would never be as good as Ignis, so he was leaving mild disaster scene in the kitchen, but he'd take care of it later. It was around lunchtime, Noctra was up from her nap, and so it would have to wait until after food delivery and lunch visit time.

"Hi," he grinned as he came down, confidently balancing both baby and bags loaded with sandiwches, a pasta salad, and even cookies. "You hungry?"
hashtag_chocobro: ((older) heh)

[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2023-04-06 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well," Prompto chuckled a little as, now free from the burden of the bags, he shifted for a better hold on Noctra, while also leaning in to drop a kiss off on Liz's forehead, too, "looks can be pretty deceiving. I'm still out of practice! But I think I did alright. How are things down here?"
hashtag_chocobro: ((older) not so sure about that)

[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2023-04-06 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
Waggled fingers were a big hit with Noctra these days; the small fussy sounds she was making at all the commotion quieted to a small gurgle as her attention just seemed to hone in on Liz's hand, while Prompto himself got comfortable leaning back a little on the counter.

"I still don't understand," he admitted, "where half this work even comes from. And...which one," he looked a little more embarrassed with this one, but figured it was far better to ask than to try to pretend otherwise, "is Easter, again? I don't think I remember that one."
hashtag_chocobro: ((older) ....heh)

[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2023-04-06 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You mean, like, those chocolates that are just shaped like eggs, right?" asked Prompto, just to double check. "Not, like, scrambled eggs, but with chocolate added? And just in three days, too?" He cracked a bit of a grin. "That guy really knew what he was doing; it took Noct nearly ten years, and he wasn't even dead, just sleeping..."

He ducked his head to plant a kiss on Noctra's head this time.

"So much for hoping a little of that might transfer over with the name, huh?"