Turtle & Canary; Monday [08/04].

[somethingwithturquoise]

When Summer came into the store that morning, she was genuinely surprised to find things as quiet and normal as they were. Surprised...and suspicious. What? No Coast Guard Day? White Wine Day? Not even a Single Working Women's Day celebration (rude!)? Of course, she had to ask Apu what was up, if everything was okay.

It....did not help.

"What do you mean," she asked, "you couldn't pull it together because you're at work right now and it's too difficult to write it? Isn't that the whole point? When you're at work? And write what? Like a post or whatever?"

This was what happened, Summer, when you played loose and fast with the meta of it all. But she was determined not to worry about it, and was mostly busy working on ordering extra jello supplies for herself while she was here.

Today's Squishy Flavors
White Wine
Chocolate Chip Cookie
Red

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[chef_chocobro]

At some point, it would seem that Ignis and Liliana had been able to pull themselves apart from each other after she'd turned back to herself and actually stayed that way, and a good thing for it, too, because Ignis had a...oh, let's call it a project to follow through with on Ravnica that had, at last, come together nicely. And he was drifting into the store that afternoon hoping to find a certain gelatin entrepreneur to share it with.

"Summer?" he ventured as he arrived. "Are you around today?"

He knew her attendance these days did seem to be quite a bit more...sporadic...

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It's Monday," said Summer, "of course I'm in. Why wouldn't I be? I'm here very consistently and predictably almost without fail except in clearly extenuating circumstances when I'm away!"

Someone get Apu a glass of water for that coughing fit he was having just now.

"But what's up, Iggy? Need help finding some weirdly specific ingredient for a fancy dinner tonight that we will, miraculously, manage to actually have in stock?"

[chef_chocobro]

"N--" Ignis started, then stopped, as his head tilted with the spark of what very may well be a new recipeh instead, but he shook his head slightly to dismiss it. "Perhaps in a bit," he admitted, "but for now, I was actually wondering if you could lend me a hand. Or, more specifically, your eyes."

With that, Ignis produced a simple, crisp folder, and delicately removed a small ream of documents, holding them out for Summer to take.

"Everything should be in order, according to my associate, but, obviously, I can't quite verify it myself."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"And, what?" Summer snorted faintly as she took the papers from him. "You're about to buy some stupid fancy new property in a foreign country to surprise Liliana with and want to make sure someone's not trying to screw you over in the legalize? Don't you have an accountant for that sort of thing? Or at least a Gladio?"

[chef_chocobro]

"And risk getting Cup Noodle^TM stains all over my important legal documents?" asked Ignis with a scoff of his own. "Do be serious, Summer. But, no, I wouldn't expect or trust Gladio's eye for technicalities and loopholes even half as well as I'd trust yours. Just read it out loud, and we'll see where we end up."

[somethingwithturquoise]

And so she did, but not until after Summer gave Ignis a skeptical sort of look that she just knew he could feel. She took in a breath, focused her eyes on the neatly printed letters, and began to read. It seemed pretty standard and boilerplate property deed documents, but while she was waiting to find out all about Liliana and Ignis' sweet new digs in, like, Santorini or the Bermuda Triangle or something, she faltered a little when she caught her own name on it.

"Wait," she said, stopping her dictation to read ahead in silence. "Ignis, what the shit? Is this..."

She flipped through some of thr pages toward the end, and then looked up and openly gawked at him.

"Holy fucking shit, Ignis, are you fucking kidding me? This is a joke, right? You're being an asshole and fucking with me, right?"

[chef_chocobro]

"I assure you, Summer," Ignis informed her, letting his smirk pull just a little bit more so that she could use his clear amusement and smugness over her reaction to prove it, "I am not being an asshole and fucking with you."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I swear to god," Summer informed him, her eyes not leaving the pages as she shook her head and continued to read through the convoluted lines to confirm her suspicions further, "if you are, I will woodchipper your body and then immediately hop dimensions to flee Liliana's wrath. You got me a property? Wait. Is this--"

[chef_chocobro]

"I got a property," Ignis cut off with a very important clarification. "And I am offering to sell it to you, if you're interested. And, yes. It's that absolutely horrible coffee shop not far from the townhouse. At least..."

Was that a devious smirk floating to his face just now? It just may very well be.

"...it was that absolutely horrible coffee shop not far from the townhouse. As it turns oit, Summer, the Orzhov can make for wonderful friends when one wishes to bring an improvement to the city by abolishing subpar establishments with questionable business practices."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"And by questionable business practices," Summer's snort came with a giddiness she could no longer contain, bouncing slightly on her toes, "do you mean 'disagreeing with you about coffee'? And I mean, it's no Tin Street, but for a flagship location with franchise potential to expand to higher traffic areas of the city? I guess it's not too bad."

Please ignore the grin practically stretching from war to ear.

[chef_chocobro]

"We all have to start somewhere," Ignis drawled dryly, bug his own amusement was still fairly apparent without even having to look too deeply for it. "But on the penultimate page, you'll see what I'm asking for it, a payment plan structure, and I will add, it is a generous discount. Meanwhile, the final page is another agreement for you to sign, if you'd like, to sublet thr townhouse for yourself. Liliana and I will be pursuing a new residence elsewhere in the city, since this one has so roundly had its privacy compromised."