Monday night: 43 Unicorn

[mylandmyrules]

Nell made a delicious - if she did say so herself - chicken parm dish with spaghetti. The scent of homemade simmering sauce wafted through the house making it feel even more homey and comfortable. Even the cats were enticed by the odor.

Nell herself was curled up on the couch, just last minute things left to do for dinner. She was engrossed in her current book and periodically joined by one or the other of the cats before they headed off to investigate the smells coming out of the kitchen.

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[sword_chocobro]

Gladio would gladly second that assessment of deliciousness, coming back home after his errands and taking a moment to just sort of appreciate the smell when he swung into the kitchen to drop some drinks off in the fridge. One of the kittens took advantage of the distraction to try and climb up his leg, getting about half way until he started to regret his life choices, forgetting how to climb back down and crying about it until Gladio rescued him. So now he was riding on his shoulder, and he swiped up the other one who came skittering over to see what all the commotion was about, and then he dropped them both on the sofa beside Nell before swooping in for a kiss.

"So when's dinner?" he asked. "Although any answer other than 'soon' classifies as cruel and unusual punishment, by the way, just so you know."

[mylandmyrules]

Nell pulled him back for a second kiss, which she smiled through before answering with a laugh. "It's pretty much set to go. I just have to cook the spaghetti noodles. The chicken should be done in about..." she checked her watch, "twenty minutes."

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio grunted faintly, since that wasn't the answer he would have preferred, but what could he do? That was the answer he got, but twenty minutes? Practically forever.

"You want me to take care of the noodles?" he offered. "Give you a little more time to put a bigger dent in that book?"

Look, Gladio wasn't a cook by any definition of the word, but if there was one thing he knew, it was noodles.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was fairly sure she could distract him for twenty minutes, but the offer was awfully nice.

She sat up a little straighter. "Not ramen noodles, now. The actual spaghetti ones. And yes, that would be delightful."

Nell beamed up at him. "And once they're in the water, if you set a timer you could come out here and we could snuggle. And stuff."

[sword_chocobro]

"I know what kind of noodles," Gladio insisted, but he was grinning, and he took a moment to move those cats he'd just set down to make room for himself on the couch next to Nell, arm easily resting behind her on the back of the sofa. "I'm not that hopeless. But stuff, huh? What kinda stuff?"

He leaned in to make a show of trying to peek at the pages of her book.

"You reading something that's giving you some ideas?"

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"Not hopeless, just hopeful," Nell teased. "But Cup Noodle will have to wait."

She set her book down and turned to face him. "This one, sadly, does not have those sort of ideas." Her hands tugged at his shirt, presuming he was wearing one, and tossed it to the side. Or she ran her hands up his chest. Or both.

"But I've been missing you, since I haven't seen you. All. Day."