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Luke's Diner; Tuesday [10/29].

Supririsngly absolutely no one who knew him, Ignis was taking a bit of inspiration from the school trip and bringing it to the specials board at Luke's that week. Which had Greg asking if that pretty much just meant a lot of maple syrup and poutine, and Ignis, scoffing, refused to dignify that with a response until he'd had a sip of his coffee.

And once he had that sip, he pointed out that there was so much more to Canadian cuisine than maple syrup and poutine.

"Yeah, but there's going to be maple syrup and poutine, though, right?"

"Well," Ignis huffed slightly, "yes. I must admit that I am planning on having those today, but that's hardly the point. It isn't all maple syrup and poutine."

"Right," Greg nodded, "so All-Dressed chips, too, right?"

"...please do not speak to me again until this mug is empty, for your safety as well as everyone else's."

Today's Specials
Mini Tourtières with Grilled Poutine
Vegan Soupe Aux Pois
Pouding Chômeur

Luke's est ouvert!

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It was like everybody's staff was getting uppity this week.

Perhaps, however, having Liliana stroll through the door would ease Ignis' patience considerably? Which was quite the amusing (and surprising) thought, considering she was much more used to testing people's patience rather than soothing it.

"Hello, my darling," she called as she glided over to where he was perched behind the counter. It was later than her normal wont, but she'd spent the morning playing conductor to the chaos that was pre-party preparation. But while that might have delayed her lunch, there were very few things that would prevent it completely and that certainly wasn't it. "Miss me?"

And how could Ignis Scientia possibly regard something so productive as pre-party preparation as anything but a worthwhile endeavor? He had been getting just a touch concerned, as the hours started to creep more into the afternoon, but knowing that Liliana would be quite preoccupied, with the addition of getting back into the regular rhythm of things after the vacation, he wasn't exactly surprised, either. But there was always the possibility of something going wrong, or, worse, irritatingly, so there was no small amount of relief when Liliana did eventually glide in.

And it was with that pleased smile on his face that he set down his mug to go and meet her, sliding an arm around her and greeting her with a kiss that answered that question with masterful depths well before his words could.

Well, his word, anyway, because it was but a single one, low and rumbling in his throat as his lips finally departed hers: "Always."

And then, a lift of his brow.

"Hungry?"

Liliana gave a soft laugh as she leaned against him, fingers of one hand chilly against his cheek, the others chilly as they twined with his. "Always."

It was the little things, no?

"The decor is coming along quite nicely, love, and they appreciate the meticulous instructions provided." As they had learned during the post-vampire repair of her Innistrad manor and again during the renovation of this mansion, they (unsurprisingly) made an excellent team, with Liliana's big picture creative flair and Ignis' attention to details. "And the chandelier--" a saucy grin and another short laugh "--is to be delivered this afternoon and hung before they left so I can get a sense of the area and the lighting and we can rework any details if necessary."

The little things. The big things. Everything, really, as Liliana's status update before he even needed to ask just fit so perfectly into all the things that made that smile on his face so content.

"Fantastic," he said. "Should I slip out a bit early today, then? To better assist in case there are any issues?"

Well, it would be inefficient to make him waste time asking questions she already knew he was going to ask.

"My darling, you can't ask me that," she said with another laugh, still leaning into him with seemingly no inclination to move. "Do you think there's any chance of me saying no? Obviously you must come home early for...the whatever reason you just gave, which is the only thing factoring into my answer, of course."

And yet there he was, asking questions that he already knew the answer to.

"There might have been a slim chance," Ignis noted, and since Liliana seemed to have no inclination to move from where she currently was, he was just going to hold her a little closer, "that you might have said no, and, if you did," he'd gone and rested his head a little against hers, but no doubt she could hear the lift in his grin the same way he could so often hear hers, "then I'd know to be....concerned."

Yes, but who didn't want to hear that their beloved wanted them home? An absolutely valid question to ask.

"I have not yet been replaced by a changeling," Liliana said, expression fond and warm and smug as she did, indeed, hear that grin, the one that seemed to have taken up semipermanent residence on his face. "As if any such thing would have my panache.

"The real question is, how many hours counts as a bit early?" she teased.

"Mmmm, well," they were both asking the very good questions that day, "I suppose that depends on when you mean when you say the chandelier will arrive this afternoon. Do you suppose you could be a bit more...precise?"

No question for an exact timeframe had any business sounding like that.

And no business earning that deep a kiss from her as she turned her head slightly to catch his mouth with hers, but such things happened.

"I'm afraid I was only given a basic timeframe to add to today's checklist of tasks," she purred. "The window opens in a few hours, though I've alreadypadded the schedule to ensure an early delivery doesn't affect the schedule too terribly."

Which...wasn't too terribly far from the truth, actually. But then, when one was throwing an extravagant party, it did ~~sadly~~ require extra organization, especially when one was delegating. And, of course Liliana was delegating. Did somebody expect her to hang decor around the walls?

Absurd.

"Very smart," Ignis complimented, with a deep and deeply grateful drawl, doing that catch of his lips one better by catching hers back with his own and his teeth. "Providing some room in the schedule for semi-predictable margins of error is the best way to ensure things run smoothly. Such a hitch could only prove to derail an itinerary more tight and firm."

Speaking of tight and firm, those could be the exact words used to describe Ignis' hold on Liliana as he kissed her again.

Among other things.

"A few hours, then," he concluded, "it shall be. Let's make it a neat two-and-a-half, to compensate for it that window does, in fact, end up opening a bit early."

And to best use their time effectively if it actually did not.

Tight and firm also described the intended target of Liliana's gliding hand, at least until she gave some consideration to their surroundings and left it pressed against the small of his back instead.

"Acceptable," she breathed. It wasn't the preferred response of 'why, immediately, Liliana, of course I will drop everything and leap to your side,' but she hadn't expected it to be, either. Not with his drafted sense of responsibility. Two-and-a-half hours was more than fair. And Liliana had always been willing to accept unfair results, so long as they were tilted in her favor. "I'm certain you can find plenty of...industrious occupation...until its arrival regardless."

"Oh," Ignis remarked, "I shall have to, if I plan to accomplish all that I'll still need to before calling it quits for the day in such a shortened amount of time. Especially when one considers that those two-and-a-half hours will also be including my lunch break. Which I am, yet again," here, he had attempted a long put-upon sigh, but the sound that escape him veered much closer into the territory of an anticipatory groan, "well overdue for."

"Entirely my fault, my darling, considering how late I was," Liliana said, proving she could take responsibility for things, so long as it suited her purposes. "I shall have to find some way to make it up to you, of course." She kissed him again, slow and languorous. You know. As an apology. "Perhaps I could convince you to take our lunch to go? So you're not called unexpectedly back to work before your break has reached its completion."

Ignis might try and urge just a bit more of that apology out of Liliana while he could. After all, as rare as they were, it would just foolish to not try and make the most of the opportunity while he could...

"You truly are," his own voice seemed to have adopted its own sort of rumbling purr as well, "an overflowing font of inspiration and phenomenal ideas, my love. Give me but a moment? To whip something up to help satiate some of our appetite?"

Some. Not all.

Never all.

Never all.

"Only if you kiss me once more before you go," she told him...and then immediately proved that a lie as she began to hum a tune and started to dance with him. At least she was angling him towards the end of the counter?

Well, if they were going to be moving anywhere, this certainly was the preferred way to do it, especially with their arms already so conveniently around each other, and Liliana had only needed to give him but a nudge in that direction for him to easily fall into to step with her.

"Only once more?" he asked. A verification. A challenge. A negotiation.

"I had intended to steal more," Liliana said, their conversation not interfering with the dance in the least, even though she had stopped humming. "Though if my descent into a life of crime upsets you, I suppose I could be willing to decrease my number of ill-gotten kisses, so long as the number of lawfully obtained kisses goes up a commensurate amount. How many kisses were you planning to offer?"

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