Monday Night at 43 Unicorn

[mylandmyrules]

Nell had decided recently that living on Unicorn Street must have been a sign because the odds of her having such amazing things in her life had been as unlikely as finding a unicorn outside of Fandom.

She had decided to make a large batch of spgahetti for the gathering, one pot of sauce with meat and the other vegan. Surprisingly enough the pasta itself - most of them anyway - were actually vegan.

In any case, the rich smells of the sauce filled the house, welcoming whoever made it over tonight.

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[sword_chocobro]

"Lils," Gladio greeted, especially since tensions had definitely smoothed out rather nicely, wouldn't you say from last week?, with a nod and a lift of his drink. "How's it going?"

[deathsmajesty]

"Beefslab," Liliana returned with a purely internal sigh for the persistent nickname. "It's far chillier than a civilized place should be - and, yet, I'm unsurprised you remain shirtless for it. And you?"

[sword_chocobro]

Hey, now, he's put on a shirt for company!

But an absolutely shameless grin grow on his face. "Meh," he said, "it's barely even cold. But I'm good." The way that grin seemed to softened and warm like butter on bread fresh from the over, though, suggested that maybe he was underselling it a little. "Thanks. You're teaching this semester, too, right? How's that working out for you so far?"

[deathsmajesty]

Radio suggested this was a rarity. Though she appreciated it, as it saved her eyes the strain of rolling them at the lack.

"I am," she said, with no little satisfaction. "It is, for the most part, quite enjoyable and will only get moreso as I dig deeper into the material." Her lips curled into a small smile. "There is something very validating about teaching a subject that has been your life's work for decades."

[sword_chocobro]

Yeah, no, Gladio was gladio to help with that. It really could wear a person down, after all, basking in that glorious view.

"And," Gladio then ventured, innocently, nevermind the grin, "how are those morning hours been treating ya?"

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana was just going to let herself take a moment and daydream about dragging Gladio outside by the hair and washing his face with snow. She couldn't do it, of course, but maybe if she had enough zombies...

It would be a worthwhile use of mana, to be sure.

"They remain the absolute worst part of the day, however I manage to rise to the occasion," Liliana said, glowering at him. "And manage to make it look good, to nobody's surprise."

She can match you arrogance for arrogance, Amicitia.

[sword_chocobro]

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Gladio assured her. "And it builds character, those early mornings. Maybe by the end of the summer, you'll even be getting up early enough to join us on our runs! Or maybe Nell on hers."

[deathsmajesty]

"Absolutely not," Liliana declared breezily. "Darling, I don't run. I saunter leisurely. Sometimes I stride. Occasionally swan, stroll, and slink. I do not run."

[sword_chocobro]

"Well, no," Gladio agreed, looking down for a moment, grin still firmly in place, "not in those boots, anyway..."

Although, with what he'd seen Aranea Highwind pull off...

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana just laughed at him. "Darling, if you're going to be insulting, pick better targets," she declared. "These boots have seen battle, darling. A little running would be nothing. And considering the shoes I dance in, that makes even less sense. D for effort, darling."

[sword_chocobro]

"Who said anything about being insulting?" Gladio countered, almost aloof, without missing a beat. "They look great. I definitely couldn't pull them off."

[deathsmajesty]

"Well, that's certainly true," Liliana agreed with a sage nod. "However, darling, if you'd like to end up in a pair of thigh-high boots that set off the assets you do have, let me know. I know an excellent cobbler who does wonders."

[sword_chocobro]

"And you know," Gladio's tone was intrigued and thoughtful, as he rubbed a little at his chin, "I have been thinking I could use a little help on the height front."

Forget that with Sidon and Goose gone, he was probably now just about second tallest after Tiny...

[deathsmajesty]

He just wanted to be taller in case Gideon showed up.

"I hadn't wanted to point it out," Liliana said with an impish grin. "I'm glad you realize it, though."