Monday Night: 42 Unicorn

Today was definitely a fried chicken kind of day, and Nell was pretty good at that if she did say so herself. That meant she had to make mashed potatoes and biscuits and gravy and zucchini fritters with cheese. Obviously.

There was more than enough to feed herself and Gladio as well as anyone else who might happen to stop by.

She had some quiet non-holiday music on as she fiddled around with all the last minute things, occasionally slipping a tiny bit of something to the cats - and a larger bit of something to Gladio, should he wander into the kitchen.



[There's more than enough should anyone randomly smell the fried chicken and invite themselves over.]