Luke's Diner; Tuesday [12/19].

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis did not know exactly what was up with the fact that the island seemed as insistent that he be wearing some odd, shapeless robe today as it was with those hats earlier in the month, which was particularly annoying as someone who cherished a certain economy of moment that felt like such loose-fitting garments rather made difficult. That, coupled with a certain inherent coziness to the....well, glorified blanket, really, he could hardly call it clothing, influenced his menu today in a very significant way, as well.

Perhaps he should have just set it on fire earlier that day when he stopped by the forge oh so handwavily because lazy + time before his shift that day to run some final tests on the gift he'd had Amaya put together for him. But he knew from attempt to remove the thing earlier that burning it would very likely not do anything at all, although there might have been a certain catharsis in it.

Mmmm. Maybe later, though...

Today's Specials
Beef Burgundy Stew
Winter Salad with Tofu and Rice
Cinnamon Raisin Banana Bread Pudding

Luke's is open!

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[deathsmajesty]

Currently, Ignis' bedroom was covered in the remains of eight different Snuggles and yet Liliana was still wearing one. Had the world ever seen a greater injustice than this?

Probably not.

"Does Luke's deliver? Or do I need to send my steward to fetch me something? I'm hungry but also trapped a shapeless blanket with felt antlers against my will.

When Liliana lounged, she preferred silky and diaphanous, not a onesie. And neither were to be worn outside, where she could be seen by other people.

[chef_chocobro]

One nice thing about texts was that it was much easier to hide the fact that someone was grinning while sending it.

This benefit was probably slightly diminished when those texts were voice, however.

"we certainly do deliver, especially in such dire and trying circumstances. Did you need us to bring you something, darling?"

Ignis himself didn't usually make the deliveries himself, but, clearly, an exception might need to be made, in this instance.

[deathsmajesty]

Yeah, his return text was getting a sharp glance at what certainly sounded like a message that had been recorded while smiling, but she was getting what she wanted, so she let it go.

"Yes."

It was a very sulky yes.

Followed immediately by,

"But not Greg. I cannot handle that much patchouli at this hour of the day.

No, she didn't care if you could hear her, Greg, it was true and also someone probably should have told you this earlier.

Obviously she wanted Ignis to bring her lunch, but he often had ridiculous ideas about responsibility and obligations that meant that she couldn't be certain she'd get him.

Woe.

[chef_chocobro]

In fact, Ignis may have had to play that second message again when he was certain Greg was in listening distance, because he had been told,but apparently, it bore repeating.

"It will not be Greg.

The assurance came with the clatter in the background that would suggest that Ignis was now back in the kitchen.

"Any particular requests?"

[deathsmajesty]

"Right now I'm not sure whether you adore me more or I you."

Look, she was really hungry, okay? And losing a fight to a blanket was just ridiculous. Why couldn't they have more delicious candy today instead?

"Would I tell a master painter their subject or medium? A composer their measure or theme? Then why, my darling, would I limit you in what to prepare when I shall be vastly better rewarded by letting your inspiration carry you?"

And we were all just going to ignore how Liliana would absolutely tell a painter, a composer, or Ignis how to best apply their artwork if she really wanted to.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis, meanwhile, felt quite confident on exactly who would fall where on the adoration, but he was hardly about to engage on that debate now. Not when there was work to be done. Recipehs to be thought of. Immenent starvation to prevent...

"And I am nothing if not exceptional with a shot in the dark. I trust you can manage to not completely wither away into nothing while I whip something up?"

[deathsmajesty]

For the sake of observers and also dignity, probably best to give that debate a skip, yeah.

"You are exceptional at more than that. And yes, I will probably survive a bit longer, even without raiding your kitchen and possibly eating anyone else's Christmas treats by accident. If I do perish before you arrive, it was this ridiculous garment's fault somehow and you will be expected to avenge me."

Yes, even against a snuggie. But again, she'd let you sort out those details.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis snapped his fingers with that burst of inspiration finally hitting him and sent Greg off to fetch him ingredients, setting his phone nearby so he could still manage to pull up Liliana's response and make his replies even as he worked.

"Rest assured, your demise as the whims of some truly regrettable garment will not stand. Certainly not if I have anything to say about it. And I would recommend something to hold you over, to assist you in staving off such an undignified fate, darling, but I fear there's probably little more than Cup Noodle^TM and leftovers from Nell over there at this point..."

[deathsmajesty]

Oooh right! Leftovers from Nell's! Liliana scurried into the kitchen, valiantly ignoring the way the tiny fabric tail on the back of her snuggie bounced with her movements, to help herself to a bite or two of the casserole. The snuggie might make her adorable, but it was entirely against her will.

"Don't think I hadn't at least considered summoning my steward to bring me the last bit of Sunday's dinner for me to eat. It was delicious and I think juuust enough left for a lunch for one."

Almost like Ignis planned meals out enough to make sure that there would be leftovers for gremlin necromancers to scavenge when they were hungry, as opposed to 'sugar' or 'nothing.'

"That does remind me, though, my darling. Christmas dinner. I don't know if you'd given any thought to it since we usually go to Nell's on Mondays, but I should love it if you made something for us instead. We haven't really talked about what we're doing for the holiday at all--" Though she had no compunctions about assuming they were spending it together, clearly "--but I do want whatever we decide to involve one of your dinners.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis, too, had pretty much assumed they'd be spending it together, as well, though to what capacity had certainly still been waiting to be revealed. He suspected, though, that Liliana would want to indulge in all the expected trappings, considering how much she'd taken to it thus far.

"Well, I daresay, it would hardly be Christmas at all if I didn't have the opportunity to cook for you a proper feast for it, now, would it?"

[deathsmajesty]

She might be especially excited about the possibility of eating goose, just out of sheer spitefulness. Look, she might be the most powerful necromancer walking the Multiverse right now, but geese respected neither man nor gods and were psychopaths to boot.

"It would not and I would be quite bereft if you didn't, but I thought you might like it if I at least let you know that I was greatly looking forward to it, if only to inspire you to further heights." A pause, followed by a laugh. "This may also be somewhat related to the fact that I am hungry, I'll concede."

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis may, admittedly, have just a bit more of a reluctance to consider goose as the focus of the meal, although he had always felt that it was a wholly silly nickname and had staunchly refused to ever use it...

"Well, only one way to know for sure, and that's to see to that hunger as quickly as possible. More to the point, I'm afraid I really should focus on finishing this up for you now, Liliana. I'd rather not have my attention divided for this next part; how will I ever forgive myself if I were to allow anything half-assed to pass from this kitchen to your lips? But it won't be too long; I have only the utmost faith that you will persevere, my dear."

[deathsmajesty]

No names had ever been said in Liliana's hearing! This unfortunate confluence of nouns, both proper and not, wouldn't happen if she'd known the overlap.

This was what happened when you didn't share important parts of your personal history, Ignis. Tsk.

"I suppose you have a point, my darling," she said with a heavy sigh. "You finish up - though I do hope you're intending to take your lunch with me and not just dropping off and running back."

Oh the pouting, Ignis. Just...so much pouting.

"See you soon, Ignis. Come here hungry."

[chef_chocobro]

And all that pouting, which may not have even been so infused in Liliana's words that he could practically hear it, but was merely pure conjecture, based on experience and logical deductive reasoning, only caused Ignis to grin a little to himself. A little moment to himself before he did, truly, turn all of his focus and attention onto actually finishing the meal.

Which meant, in due time, the door to the apartment would be opening, and Ignis arrived, bearing a saffron seafood soup, and, of course, dessert.

"Liliana? Lunch is ready."

[deathsmajesty]

Shuffle shuffle. Shuffle shuffle.

Ignis was very well aware of Liliana's usual gait - which moved between a quiet prowl, an arrogant stride, and a seductive saunter, depending on mood - and yet what he heard was none of the above.

Shuffle shuffle. Shuffle shuffle.

"This day is absolutely insupportable, Liliana announced as she shuffled her way from his bedroom to the door. "I did not ruin your kitchen shears trying to get this off of me and you're welcome."

Because he had fabric scissors instead. Those she had made free use of until it became obvious that the island wasn't going to run out of snuggies before she ran out of patience.

But complaining aside, she couldn't help but smile a bit as he made his way inside and the door closed behind him. Once he did, she was delivering the world's coziest grumpy kiss. Or possibly grumpiest cozy kiss? One of those.

"Thank you for lunch, my darling."

[doesdoctorstuff]

Hunkered down, much like they'd been at the pizza place yesterday, the lurker...lurked. And watched. And creepered.

It was a little harder to lurk, watch, and creeper when the hood of one's Snuggie had antlers on it and those were sticking up a ways, but the lurker was working with limitations here.