[Krile understood very well what Alisaie meant. Sparing them further emotional awkwardness is for the best. If necessary, she would do it all again and then some for any of her friends.]
Celebratory, is it? For festivities I've always been partial to cake. Chocolate, preferably.
[But cake is not a meal, even on one's nameday, even if one carries the surname of Leveilleur. Krile shakes her head with a sigh of her own.]
Of course, in order for that to work, I would need to want cake.
[If she's honest...she doesn't want anything. She knows she is hungry and needs to eat, and more importantly Alisaie could use both the nutrition and the company. But she's too tired to care what the food is like.]
I should think that we are more than deserving of a little cake.
[ krile knows what's up; even while recovering from trauma, it is difficult to subdue alisaie's formidable sweet tooth. but krile's answer gives her pause, and her smile wilts in part, though not entirely, even though the reminder of despair rises like bile in the back of her throat.
but no. she should not allow it to win. the wounds remain, still healing into scars, but alisaie is so tired of being sad, of being hollow - if she must strongarm a little happiness into their lives, she will. ]
Mayhaps once you see and smell it, you shall find your appetite.
[She even thought of bringing Alisaie something sweet along with the water initially, but then the door was all manner of locked and she decided getting in was more important at the time.
This is, for all intents and purposes, the third time in a very short stretch that Krile Baldesion has lost her home to catastrophe. She is as tired in spirit as she is in body. Driving it back with the act of tending others can only work for so long, and she is not so far gone as to forego her own needs, but she feels very stretched. Rolled and pulled to thinness.
The sense that it will all get worse long before it starts to get better will never leave her at this rate.]
One can only hope. [For the food and their chances.
Alisaie is trying to cheer her up and Krile teeters at the edge of not making that very easy. She hates when other people do this. Why should she do it herself? So, another pale smile.]
You've not lost me yet. It had better be a matchless piece of cake, though.
[ to be fair, she is not terribly good at the cheering up thing.. but she is trying!! and krile is trying, too, which is the best that they can manage right now, so she will accept it.
it isn't long before the cafeteria opens ahead of them. ]
Well, Roman is decent enough with an oven, so I should think we would not be entirely disappointed.
[Though she was here not long ago with Prompto while Alisaie rested, this time it almost feels...too open. Several other refugees are there, and their visible meals run the spectrum from breakfast to supper. At least there isn't much of a line.
Krile wanders a bit aimlessly for a few moments before appearing to come to her senses, circling back to Alisaie's side.]
Is there cake or something like it available or must we place a request and wait?
[ they really should supply stepstools.. she can only assume that those of lalafellin size must not be well represented in the multiverse, which is certainly unfortunate for krile. ]
Hmm..
[ alisaie casts a cursory glance over the long tables and - ah, yes, there's a good cluster of desserts available. given how full the station is at the moment, there must always be food readily available. ]
Yes, there are two cakes available, as well as a tart, and several cookies. Chocolate cake it is, aye?
[ she's already plucked up plates for both of them. ]
[Now they're in range of the cake, Krile feels rather more like having a bit of it, as Alisaie predicted. She ought to know better than to distrust a Leveilleur's assessment where sweets are concerned. She manages something of a devilish grin at the plates.]
Planning to sample from all of the offerings yourself, are you?
[Things are...more normal when someone is ruffling someone else's feathers. But! Celebrations can call for all manner of indulging.
While Alisaie sees to the cake, Krile finds them somewhere out of the way to sit and enjoy it - as best they can.]
[ never doubt that alisaie can pack down a mountain of sweets when she puts her mind to it. so she does stack their plates liberally with a variety of treats, but she adds a sandwich to them as well just so they can have some.. actual nutrition, too. i guess!! then all of it is loaded onto a tray with two cups of cold milk, and she's off to find krile again.
which only takes her a moment, of course, and she carefully sets the tray down between them before sliding into a seat. ]
[Not often one to go wide-eyed, Krile gawks at the laden tray set before her. There is cake, naturally, and a variety of cookies and at least half a tart and...a sandwich, and- well. It's quite full of food.
It makes her want to laugh.
This is, truly, the best she has felt since finding Alphinaud alive and whole when they first reappeared on the station. Though not as ravenous as Aliasie seems to be, she takes a bit more than one piece of cake after all. Every so often she glances over at her friend, just in case she takes some sort of turn, but for some time she is silent in enjoyment of celebratory chocolate cake.
With milk.
After about half of it is gone, she feels fortified enough to talk between bites.]
You said you'd not reopened your injuries, but do they pain you still?
[Now that the both of them have had some rest, she could heal at least the one to her hip the rest of the way.]
[ LOOK... she likes food, okay!! where does she put it all, though? probably she needs a lot of calories to fuel the fires of her ferocious rage and sass.
at least she has the grace to look a little shamed before she begins digging in without preamble. ]
Mm.. only a bit. It is not too terrible.
[ a bit of soreness perhaps, but nothing so bad as to keep her bedbound. though to be fair, nothing short of knocking her out would really be able to keep her off of her feet. ]
Krile plucks a cookie from one of the plates. Eventually she'll get to the sandwich part. Absolutely.]
That's good to hear. I can always have another look, if they start troubling you further.
[Which is really "if you're lying about it and want it all dealt with" but who is asking?
Rather than dive right in to the cookie, though, she breaks it into quarters on her plate, as if she would rather have a task than simply look at Alisaie.]
I got Prompto to eat a bit while you were sleeping yesterday. Every other sentence of his was concern for you.
[ alisaie has no such qualms about keeping distracted, she pops a cookie straight on into her mouth without preamble, chewing thoughtfully. for as.. rough around the edges as she is, at least she has the grace not to speak with her mouth full.
well. usually.
her smile softens, though there's a crease on her brow, pinched with mild concern. ]
.. no doubt he did. Prompto could give Alphinaud a run for his coin when it comes to fretting, surely. Thank you for hounding him.
[Well that perks her up just a bit. The more usual sly grin starts on the left half of her face.]
Well, if I'm to be thanked for it, I'll have to consider making it a daily affair.
[Yet there is a shadow in her thoughts, preventing the apex of this tease. Krile hasn't a real sense of the protocol around revealing what the Echo shows her when it is neither urgent nor particularly informative to the task at hand. Left alone, she might just say outright what it is she saw.
Something in the set of Alisaie's brow suggests perhaps she ought not to.]
Be careful lest you leave the two of them alone for too long, and they work out the incantation for some sort of worry carbuncle.
[ ah, she has never been happier to see that smirk. things have changed, they have been through something harrowing, something that they will never forget, or completely shake off, but they must move forward, and if nothing else - well, they are survivors.
forward.
after another forkful: ]
Gods, that is the last thing we need. Hopefully it shall never come to that.
[Survivors, and with any luck at all, rebuilders. All the world has come out from under them before, in one way or another, and they've carried on. They can do so again.]
Though, I admit, it is rather entertaining to picture - Alphinaud, Prompto, and their shared carbuncle, wringing their hands and admonishing all who dare an incautious step.
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Celebratory, is it? For festivities I've always been partial to cake. Chocolate, preferably.
[But cake is not a meal, even on one's nameday, even if one carries the surname of Leveilleur. Krile shakes her head with a sigh of her own.]
Of course, in order for that to work, I would need to want cake.
[If she's honest...she doesn't want anything. She knows she is hungry and needs to eat, and more importantly Alisaie could use both the nutrition and the company. But she's too tired to care what the food is like.]
What about you?
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[ krile knows what's up; even while recovering from trauma, it is difficult to subdue alisaie's formidable sweet tooth. but krile's answer gives her pause, and her smile wilts in part, though not entirely, even though the reminder of despair rises like bile in the back of her throat.
but no. she should not allow it to win. the wounds remain, still healing into scars, but alisaie is so tired of being sad, of being hollow - if she must strongarm a little happiness into their lives, she will. ]
Mayhaps once you see and smell it, you shall find your appetite.
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This is, for all intents and purposes, the third time in a very short stretch that Krile Baldesion has lost her home to catastrophe. She is as tired in spirit as she is in body. Driving it back with the act of tending others can only work for so long, and she is not so far gone as to forego her own needs, but she feels very stretched. Rolled and pulled to thinness.
The sense that it will all get worse long before it starts to get better will never leave her at this rate.]
One can only hope. [For the food and their chances.
Alisaie is trying to cheer her up and Krile teeters at the edge of not making that very easy. She hates when other people do this. Why should she do it herself? So, another pale smile.]
You've not lost me yet. It had better be a matchless piece of cake, though.
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it isn't long before the cafeteria opens ahead of them. ]
Well, Roman is decent enough with an oven, so I should think we would not be entirely disappointed.
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Krile wanders a bit aimlessly for a few moments before appearing to come to her senses, circling back to Alisaie's side.]
Is there cake or something like it available or must we place a request and wait?
[...She can't see the countertops.]
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Hmm..
[ alisaie casts a cursory glance over the long tables and - ah, yes, there's a good cluster of desserts available. given how full the station is at the moment, there must always be food readily available. ]
Yes, there are two cakes available, as well as a tart, and several cookies. Chocolate cake it is, aye?
[ she's already plucked up plates for both of them. ]
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[Now they're in range of the cake, Krile feels rather more like having a bit of it, as Alisaie predicted. She ought to know better than to distrust a Leveilleur's assessment where sweets are concerned. She manages something of a devilish grin at the plates.]
Planning to sample from all of the offerings yourself, are you?
[Things are...more normal when someone is ruffling someone else's feathers. But! Celebrations can call for all manner of indulging.
While Alisaie sees to the cake, Krile finds them somewhere out of the way to sit and enjoy it - as best they can.]
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[ never doubt that alisaie can pack down a mountain of sweets when she puts her mind to it. so she does stack their plates liberally with a variety of treats, but she adds a sandwich to them as well just so they can have some.. actual nutrition, too. i guess!! then all of it is loaded onto a tray with two cups of cold milk, and she's off to find krile again.
which only takes her a moment, of course, and she carefully sets the tray down between them before sliding into a seat. ]
I may have overestimated our appetites.
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It makes her want to laugh.
This is, truly, the best she has felt since finding Alphinaud alive and whole when they first reappeared on the station. Though not as ravenous as Aliasie seems to be, she takes a bit more than one piece of cake after all. Every so often she glances over at her friend, just in case she takes some sort of turn, but for some time she is silent in enjoyment of celebratory chocolate cake.
With milk.
After about half of it is gone, she feels fortified enough to talk between bites.]
You said you'd not reopened your injuries, but do they pain you still?
[Now that the both of them have had some rest, she could heal at least the one to her hip the rest of the way.]
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at least she has the grace to look a little shamed before she begins digging in without preamble. ]
Mm.. only a bit. It is not too terrible.
[ a bit of soreness perhaps, but nothing so bad as to keep her bedbound. though to be fair, nothing short of knocking her out would really be able to keep her off of her feet. ]
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Krile plucks a cookie from one of the plates. Eventually she'll get to the sandwich part. Absolutely.]
That's good to hear. I can always have another look, if they start troubling you further.
[Which is really "if you're lying about it and want it all dealt with" but who is asking?
Rather than dive right in to the cookie, though, she breaks it into quarters on her plate, as if she would rather have a task than simply look at Alisaie.]
I got Prompto to eat a bit while you were sleeping yesterday. Every other sentence of his was concern for you.
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well. usually.
her smile softens, though there's a crease on her brow, pinched with mild concern. ]
.. no doubt he did. Prompto could give Alphinaud a run for his coin when it comes to fretting, surely. Thank you for hounding him.
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[Well that perks her up just a bit. The more usual sly grin starts on the left half of her face.]
Well, if I'm to be thanked for it, I'll have to consider making it a daily affair.
[Yet there is a shadow in her thoughts, preventing the apex of this tease. Krile hasn't a real sense of the protocol around revealing what the Echo shows her when it is neither urgent nor particularly informative to the task at hand. Left alone, she might just say outright what it is she saw.
Something in the set of Alisaie's brow suggests perhaps she ought not to.]
Be careful lest you leave the two of them alone for too long, and they work out the incantation for some sort of worry carbuncle.
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forward.
after another forkful: ]
Gods, that is the last thing we need. Hopefully it shall never come to that.
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[Survivors, and with any luck at all, rebuilders. All the world has come out from under them before, in one way or another, and they've carried on. They can do so again.]
Though, I admit, it is rather entertaining to picture - Alphinaud, Prompto, and their shared carbuncle, wringing their hands and admonishing all who dare an incautious step.
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That sounds like a nightmare, if you ask me.