Monday Night at Nell and Gladio's

[mylandmyrules]

Nell wasn't sure who, if anyone, would be coming tonight after the men's weekend getaway, but she had food stuffs ready to throw together. She'd wanted to bring home some of the daffodils, but given that they were toxic to cats she'd brought home a few sunflowers instead.

And,as usual, once everything was set she settled down with her book to relax a little.

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[sword_chocobro]

Well. There was at least one person who was pretty much a given for tonight, since he lived there, and if he wasn't showing up, they had bigger problems on their hands than a guest list.

Gladio had picked up some...well, distinctly not beer on his way home from his Monday errands and also some lasagna? It was a whole thing with the cat outside the store today, he wasn't sure he wanted to ask too many questions.

When he got in, he made for the kitchen to drop that off and rough-house a few kittens than went rushing for him once he'd opened the door, and then drifted over to where he figured he'd find Nell. And, with a grin that his suspicions were indeed true, he swooped in to give her a kiss before settling down on the couch beside her and craving his neck to get a peek at what she was reading.

"Good one?" he wondered.

[chef_chocobro]

It seemed as though Ignis' well of cakes to bring over to Nell and Gladio's had not yet died up, even though he was now making two cakes for Monday...one to bring with him, and one to remain at home for other egregious spoiled parties to enjoy at her leisure all on her own.

Sigh. The things one did for love. But at least this would hopefully lead to far less cutthroat competition for last slice.

[hashtag_chocobro]

Not only did Noctra insist on going to Nell and Gladio's in her chocobo outfit, but she also wouldn't leave until Prompto was properly chocobo'd, too.

There was a good chance the only conversation anyone would get out of her today would made of only warks and kwehs,and Prompto wasn't even mad about it. This was, after all, clearly a monster of his own design.

(Which was a vast improvement on the monsters of his father's design, too).

[deathsmajesty]

Much of Liliana's good mood from the weekend remained on Monday, perhaps even heightened considering how Sunday had progressed. So she swept into the apartment all smiles.


"Hello, Nell dear," Liliana said. "Are you quite recovered from the fright I gave you?"