Monday night at Nell and Gladio's

[mylandmyrules]

There was a delightful potato stew cooking as well as freshly cut French fries ready to go, and gnocchi set to either be cooked or frozen. Not to worry, there were also a variety of non potato things to eat, but Nell had decided she might as well lean into the unexpected bounty.

Nell herself was curled up on the couch with a good book, that had absolutely nothing to do with potatoes, while she waited for Gladio to come home.

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[sword_chocobro]

Figuring a nice classic lemonade would be just the thing for the last week of the summer session, Gladio returned home, a little distracted from Summer acting a little weird at the store, with a bunch of pointed and sort of probing questions around Ignis. He'd noticed they'd been breaking off and chatting somewhat clandestine during some of Iggy's classes, lately, too, so now he was left wondering not that something was up, but what that something actually might be at this point.

But now tgat he was home, he put all that aside to focus on other things. Breathing in and appreciating just how amazing that stew smelled, and then finding Nell to go and appreciate how amazing she was.

And give her a little bit of news.

"Got a call back from the hot tub guys today," he reported, grinning as he spotted her, then leaned over to give her a kiss before settling down beside her. "Should be coming by Wednesday to start setting things up, if that works for you."

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"That sounds wonderful," Nell said as she kissed him back. "But please tell me that the drink of the day has nothing to do with potatoes."

She might cry. Seriously.

[sword_chocobro]

As Gladio looked back at Nell, his face fell.

"Oh...no..."

But his face also twitched, a little. He may not be a great actor, but he was a fantastic bullshitter, so it all sort of evened out with this one.

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She made a face at him. "Get yourself down here then so I can cry on your shoulder!"

[sword_chocobro]

"Well, now I'm just going to feel bad about making you cry under false pretenses," Gladio admitted, snorting faintly, and definitely not needing another word to convince him to get in close and offer that shoulder, whether it involved tears or not. "No potato, actually, just some nice sparkling lemonade. What's wrong with potatoes, though? Was the stew giving you a hard time?"

He meant as far as making it went, but he supposed, around here, it could have been a real jerk of a soup, too.

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Nell was never going to refuse a shoulder, so she snuggled in closer with a sigh of contentment. "No, they were perfectly well-behaved, but I got a random shipment of yet huge crates of potatoes that need to be used up, so it's been a very potato day and I've had enough."

She smiled at him. "So now I'm being a couch potato. And that's the only potatoes I want."