Tuesday Night at Nell's

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was still a bit distracted and a little worried that she hadn't heard anything from Gladio, but again, missing a gym time was not something she needed to call and check on - though she wanted to. Undoubtedly he'd stroll in tonight with some fun drink to try and a story about his day and she'd feel foolish about ever being concerned at all.

In the meantime she had her usual food stuffs to set out along with some raspberry hand tarts that she'd made while she was not worrying.

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[chef_chocobro]

Ignis' own fretting had only gotten increasingly worse as the day went on with no continued sign of where Gladio had run off to, with that lecture in his head growing more and more stern and disapproving. He supposed, however, there should be some comfort in the fact that a trip to visit the gnomes at Portalocity suggested no unusual portal activity (they did not have a good history with such things, after all), but then that comfort was whisked right away when he was now having trouble getting in touch with Prompto as well.

It was hard to not feel a knot of worry tightening in his stomach, and it was clear from the platter that he'd brought with him when he came knocking, solo, at Nell's door that evening, that he'd been putting some of his stress into his knife work.

And wouldn't he feel quite foolish for worrying at all, if, indeed, he'd discovered that Gladio was already there at Nell, no doubt entertaining her with some boldly elaborate tale of whatever it was he'd been up to that day.

He had to tell himself that, anyway, else that knot in his stomach was going to become quite the tangled mess indeed.

[pocketpretzels]

And there was Watts, of course not yet aware that anything might be amiss, with his usual offering of cinnamon rolls.

[unusual_sith]

"Good evening!" Lana called as she made her way in. She'd brought wine tonight.