Luke's Diner; Tuesday [01/28].

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It was, allegedly, Blueberry Pancake Day, according to Greg, who had clearly, worryingly, been hanging out with Apu these days. As such, he insisted, in the form of constant pestering, that Ignis include them on the Specials board today.

But of course Ignis was going to give the recipeh his own touches and take it just a little bit beyond just that.

He felt it was an....acceptable compromise to just generally preferring to just ignore Greg in the regard.

Today's Specials
Lemon Ricotta Blueberry Pancakes
Wild Rice Veggie Burger with Herbed Ricotta
Pizelle Cannoli with Ricotta Filling

"Hey, wait a minute!" Greg realized as he got around to writing that last one on the board, and Ignis just grinned into his coffee.

Luke's is open!

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Liliana entered Luke's with far less fanfare than she usually did. Her dreams had been uneasy recently, her sleep thin, and she was already considering taking a nap when she returned home to the mansion.

But she was hardly going to let a little tiredness make her miss lunch at Luke's. Perish the thought! (And then reanimate it and turn it to your own devices, obviously).

"Hello my darling," Liliana greeted, hand reaching for his to lace their fingers together as they had for months in lieu of a more intimate greeting. Lucky him, though, as he was also getting a kiss. "Missed me?"

Liliana, it had been only a few hours, god.

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Strangely, though, it still felt like so much longer.

Ignis' fingers settled between Liliana's with comfortable ease as he met her for that fortuitous kiss. "Always," he said, because any other answer would be nearly as much cause for concern as a greeting without that kiss would have been, and it was, of course, followed with that ever-important and ever-pressing question: "Are you hungry, my love?"

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Didn't it, though?

"Always," she returned, because that was the next step in their constant dance, and fumbling that step would be as concerning as missing the one before it. "And depending upon you to assuage those hungers with your customary skill, efficiency, and zeal, my darling."

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"Of course," Ignis agreed, that gentle smile growing a little more. "It would be my utmost pleasure. Once I discover, that is, if there's any particular direction in which that appetite leans today..."

The softer, more reserved greeting already had his mind drifting back to the k kitchen, where a plan a had already been laid out, naturally, waiting to find out what adjustments might need to be made to suit the sway of her whims.

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"Something that won't keep you from my side for terribly long, obviously," Liliana returned with a soft smile of her own, fingers squeezing his. "Perhaps with a touch of comfort as well? But you know I try not to stand in the way of your creativity, love. I would never limit you so."

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Mmm, yes, just a few adjustments, he was thinking, that won't take too long but would perhaps lead to better results. Ignis squeezed her hand back, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Impossible," he assured her. "On the contrary, you are all too often the very same deep well from which that inspiration flows. Give me just a moment? I'll meet you at our table, and have Ali bring you some tea in the meantime."

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"That sounds lovely," Liliana agreed, leaning in to brush her cool lips over his cheek. "You already know I revel in the chance to be your anything," she added in a murmur for his ears only. "But I will admit that muse is quite high up there."

And how could that do anything but turn into a kiss?

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And while that kiss might have given Ignis more opportunity to refined his menu, it also gently nudged most thoughts of that menu to the further reaches of his mind. And a kiss came with the odious fate of having to eventually be broken, something he was clearly in no rush to get to, as he moved in closer, winding his arm around Liliana's waist to pull her in. Especially not when that kiss could express far better than even his most poetic words could that she was, in fact, actually his everything.

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Quite an acceptable response to her words, even if she'd stolen them from him what? Nearly a year ago now?

Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him long and slow, letting him support her as she just leaned against him, even after the kiss did break, shattered by their regrettable oxygen requirements long before either of them were remotely ready to let go. "Perhaps I should start messaging you to let you know I am on my way," she mused. "Considering how my appetite wars with my desire to keep you with me."