Monday Night with Nell and Gladio

[mylandmyrules]

Nell had decided on lasagna for dinner - one extra large one with meat and a smaller one without. She made up a garlic spread for the bread, that Gladio could slather on her bread before they heated it up for serving, and a large salad. That plus the usual snacks and desserts should be more than enough for anyolne who might stop by.

Once everything was set and the lasagna ready to pop in the over she had some time to put her feet up by the fireplace and snuggle with the cats and/or Gladio if he was there. Though if he growled against her neck she might just have to drag him off to the bedroom.

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[deathsmajesty]

"I have no idea," Liliana admitted with a soft chuckle. "I'm only including it because when we were discussing excursions, it sparked a several minute rant on how he felt about fishing. Which, to sum up, is 'not a fan.'"

And she enjoyed bedeviling him and he, apparently, was fond of being bedeviled, and so there they were.

"I am certain Ignis will want us to return to the island for Noctra's birthday party," she said. "Did he know the party was going to be this Sunday?"

[hashtag_chocobro]

Yeah, well, you wouldn't be much of a fan, either, if you were dragged to every fishing spot you passed everywhere from Insomnia to Altissia from hours on end, only to then have the guy who dragged you there go and sacrifice himself so that every time you thought about it, fishing not only made you feel residual trauma from being bored out of your mind, but also residual actual trauma from missing him so much you'd actually give anything just to be that bored with him again....

.....but anyway....

"I'm pretty sure I mentioned it to him," Prompto said, "but, I mean, we've had kind of a busy week. Maybe I forgot? Or he did? Or it got lost in the shuffle? I don't know, I guess the nice thing about portals," when they actually worked the way they were supposed to anyway!, "is that popping over really shouldn't be a problem, though, right?"

Prompto sounded a bit like he was trying to convince himself and not doing a very good job of it, but, of course, he didn't need to worry about it at all, Ignis had definitely considered this and was planning on just that, and would be shocked to discover that anyone would even think otherwise, even if that anyone was Prompto.

[deathsmajesty]

"Prompto," Liliana said with a soft sigh. "He watched your cat for you. He plans out whole menus to make for Noctra that are delicious, nutritious, and will hopefully spark a love of cuisine in her as she grows. He suffered through several hours of her trying to take his glasses off at the picnic."

He wouldn't even do that for her, hmmph.

"Do you truly think he would miss her birthday party, even for a trip he will love? Ignis?"

Honestly, feelings for Prompto and Noctra aside, did Prompto really think Ignis would prioritize something that would make him happy over literally anything else?

[hashtag_chocobro]

Liliana! Prompto just figured everyone prioritized everything over him! Sure, he'd like to think that his involvement wouldn't be a factor when it came to Noctra, but there was no avoiding it, really, and therefor...

Her appeal toward reason, though, did pull a little bit of a sheepish grin out of him as he rubbed the back of his neck a little. "Well," he said, and sighed, since she did make a pretty good argument, didn't she? "No. Not if he could help it, anyway. But, I mean, I don't really think anyone could blame him if he decided he'd just rather enjoy his super nice birthday trip with his girlfriend uninterrupted, though...

"I would definitely blame him if he decided to enjoy fishing uninterrupted, though," he added, "that'd just be too far, man."

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana arched an elegant brow at the title, but since she was getting Prompto to see reason, she wasn't going to derail it to quibble over word choice. Weird how that kept happening.

"I am fairly certain that if I did try to convince him to spend any part of our vacation to go fishing, I'd be returning to the island with one paramour fewer than I left with," she said, adding just a touch of stress to his proper title.

Because they were bougie bitches, that was why. And other reasons that were very not important and had nothing to do with emotional vulnerability, how dare.

"You're his family." She shrugged. "He would move heaven and earth for you. And that includes going to the birthday party of his niece."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I don't know, Liliana," said Prompto, but it was in a tone that had decidedly shifted toward the light joking and the ribbing and the very unseriousness that he would always use to blanket all those insecurities and uncertainties, "I mean, you did say something about him making his own wine. It might take at least ten birthdays to drag him away from something like that."

Then, he snorted, maybe a little bit to show just how convinced and joking he was. "Actually," he added, "when are you leaving? Maybe by the time Sunday rolls around, they'll have kicked him out for being too insufferable about it, anyway."

[deathsmajesty]

Mmmm, Liliana was over two hundred years old, Prompto, and employed a great deal of deflection to boot. You think she didn't recognize someone doing the same? Game knows game, son.

She regarded him for a long moment, violet eyes unfathomable. Normally, she wouldn't bother pointing out that his insecurities ended up doing the people around him a grave disservice, but one of those people was Ignis and she was generally inclined to bestir herself on his behalf where she wouldn't for others. But--no. There were others about and this was meant to be a friendly gathering, and so she blinked and that deep measuring look went away, replaced by her normal arch amusement.

"Darling, I'm once again offended. This vacation is worth fifteen birthdays, at least. I didn't even tell you about the vineyard tours, the early morning coffee bars, and the world-renowned chef working with local ingredients." She crooked a smile at him. "And yet, we'll be there."

Because, she supposed, if Ignis were going, she might as well, too.

"We leave Thursday, after his class lets out. And by Sunday, I'm certain that he'll either be eternal friends or sworn enemies with the sommeliers, and, honestly, I'll be entertained watching either."