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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[pocketpretzels]

Hey now, pocket snacks didn’t deserve to be maligned so.

Nonetheless, Watts nodded, tearing the piece in half again and handing that over.

“I shall have to look those up on the google,” Watts decided.

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto didn't know what had been in those pockets! This was his daughter's still developing immune system at stake here! And he definitely did not subscribe to the Gladiolus Amicitia 'what's the matter, a little bit of dirt never hurt anyone!' school of dietary advice!

What if he put a little bit of dirt in your precious Cup Noodle^TM, huh, Gladdy? What then?

And, not surprising anyone, least of all Prompto, the pretzel was going into Noctra's mouth almost immediately, just after the laughed a little when she surprised herself by how much it squished in her fingers when she squeezed her hand around it to get a grip on it.

"I could just send you a link and save you the trouble, if you want," he then offered, although his attention was now almost entirely on Noctra, whose attention was entirely on him, with her eyes big and wide and waiting for the moment for him to try and stop her from eating the thing, but since it seemed like it was okay, she was going to just keep going.... "Only, keep in mind, I made those, like, ten years ago. Well, not ten years ago here, but ten years ago for me..."

He shook his head.

"Never mind. Doesn't matter."

[pocketpretzels]

“The manner in which time works around here is deeply strange,” Watts agreed. “Did I ever tell you that I had a former coworker who attended school here? He arrived shortly after your wife graduated, apparently. Only from his perspective it’s been thirty years since.”

“And yes, if you could send me the link, I would appreciate it.”