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]

"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.

[mylandmyrules]

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."