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In the morning, Isabella does her best to extricate herself without prematurely waking Adarin. They don't need to leave on anything like a tight schedule.
She's not nearly graceful enough to reliably manage this, of course.
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prodigal_miser
"Continent seems unsporting, you'd just guess them all and narrow it down from there."
"We needed to. It hurt, but it's okay now."
"We needed to. It hurt, but it's okay now."
kindestgarden
"Drat, you caught me - oh, how spicy do you like things? I know what Charlie and Isabella eat already."
prodigal_miser
"I don't mind spicy things. Please don't turn food into a metaphorical volcano, but some's fine."
"The situation was complicated but it's simpler now," says Vern. "We don't need to be separated anymore, but we already are."
"The situation was complicated but it's simpler now," says Vern. "We don't need to be separated anymore, but we already are."
kindestgarden
"All right then. So Charlie's the limiting factor on the pepper, sounds like."
dark_light
Path says, "You realize that makes it sound like you spent the last while in the CIA or something." To Kesathi he adds, "I think actual CIA agents probably pretend better not to be separated."
prodigal_miser
Adarin smiles a bit. "If he wasn't here would it only be limited by, 'Don't make it a metaphorical volcano?' That sounds concerning."
Vern blinks, surprised. "That wasn't my intention, sorry! I just don't know how to explain it quickly. We weren't CIA or special forces or anything. But we needed to."
Vern blinks, surprised. "That wasn't my intention, sorry! I just don't know how to explain it quickly. We weren't CIA or special forces or anything. But we needed to."
dark_light
"Nah, I don't like things that spicy either, I'm just more tolerant of it than Dad," Isabella says. "And Mom will eat anything."
sundayfish
"Heh," says Kesathi, breath whuffing amusedly out of her nose. "My Charlie wouldn't've been a cop if it were routine for the job. Dunno how they get anybody to take that kind of work."
Charlie scratches his daemon's ears.
Charlie scratches his daemon's ears.
prodigal_miser
"I just had the visual of your mother eating a table," deadpans Adarin. "After putting pepper on it."
"It's definitely not something I'd recommend to everyone, certainly," replies Vern.
"It's definitely not something I'd recommend to everyone, certainly," replies Vern.
sundayfish
"Dunno how the witches do it," Charlie says.
"We were worried sick for Isabella when she went. She was only fourteen," Kesathi sighs.
"We were worried sick for Isabella when she went. She was only fourteen," Kesathi sighs.
dark_light
"She wouldn't eat a table. I mean she'll eat any food. Fetal duck eggs and haggis and that maggot cheese from Italy, she'll ask a dozen questions about how it's made and then take a bite."
"We were fine," says Path, drawing paths in Kesathi's fur with his claws gently.
"We were fine," says Path, drawing paths in Kesathi's fur with his claws gently.
prodigal_miser
Adarin giggles. "I see! The table idea is funnier, though."
Vernaia nods. "It's still sad, though. Fine though you are, we would have worried for you, too."
Vernaia nods. "It's still sad, though. Fine though you are, we would have worried for you, too."
kindestgarden
"You should have tried the cheese, Isabella! It wasn't going to do you any harm."
The doorbell rings; when Isabella gets the door, it is a tiny hummingbird, who zips around the room inspecting everything, lands in his witch's hair, and then zooms over to sit on Kesathi's forepaw. "Hello," he says to Vernaia. "I'm Castarilan."
The doorbell rings; when Isabella gets the door, it is a tiny hummingbird, who zips around the room inspecting everything, lands in his witch's hair, and then zooms over to sit on Kesathi's forepaw. "Hello," he says to Vernaia. "I'm Castarilan."
dark_light
"It contained living things. I was not going to try that cheese for love or money, arguable special occasion or no."
"This is Vernaia," Path tells Castarilan.
"This is Vernaia," Path tells Castarilan.
prodigal_miser
"Can't say I disagree with Isabella. Maggot cheese. That's a thing that is eaten?"
"Pleasure to meet you, Castarilan. I am only a coincidence, Charlie was the one who married a witch. You should expect birds everywhere," she teases.
"Pleasure to meet you, Castarilan. I am only a coincidence, Charlie was the one who married a witch. You should expect birds everywhere," she teases.
dark_light
"Regional delicacy of Sardinia. Don't ask me to explain the ostensible appeal."
kindestgarden
"It's called casu marzu! Or formaggio marcio!" says Ranata. "It was strong, I don't know if I'd want to eat it every Tuesday, but it was worth trying."
prodigal_miser
"I'll take your word for it and never try it myself. Other things, certainly, but I draw the line at maggots."
kindestgarden
"Some people remove them before they eat the cheese. Isabella wouldn't even try that version."
prodigal_miser
Adarin looks between Ranata and Isabella. "As her boyfriend, I feel it is my sworn and sacred duty to back her up in situations that seem appropriate. Isabella, I support your decision to not eat maggot cheese," Adarin says gravely.