post palace takeout! [week 5]

[beathollow]

( at some point a bedraggled lot in yukatas manage to make their way to the dorm, shower and patch themselves up. and then mafuyu makes a very earnest request that they all go out for dinner, and, well, apparently many struggle to refuse her.

this is how they find themselves in something akin to a denny's or an ihop at like, midnight.




as one does. )

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[fullmoonmutt]

Only if they're not doing their jobs right!

[ ...which means, yes, okay, he gets given a hard time a lot. ]

I ain't arguing with the rationing. We managed to take back a lot of the good farmland we have on the continent before going for Sydney, but it takes time to fix up the farms and grow shit, you know?

[ Oh, but the platters... and...! ]

I think I'm getting that french toast combo thingy. It comes with everything!

[beathollow]

( mafuyu chuckles a little, taking a sip of the coffee, black. )

That sounds nice. I'm not sure how hungry I am, so we'll have to see.

[fullmoonmutt]

Huh? You should eat something, though. We all put in a lot of effort tonight. Uh, what about a side or two? Those look small if you want to start with something little?

[beathollow]

Oh- don't worry, I'm getting one of the bacon, ham and cheese crêpes for right now.

[fullmoonmutt]

[ ...crêpes. ]

What they doing serving craps here? That ain't right.

[ eli no ]

[beathollow]

N-no- no. Crêpes. ( she say sit more slowly and clearly- ) Its- its a European food, a thin layer of dough kind of like a pancake folded over different fillings.

[fullmoonmutt]

... [ Oh. Well. That's a little embarrassing now. ] Crêpes.

[ He repeats the word just as slowly, only now realizing the difference in pronunciation. ]

R-right. Ha, yeah, why would a... any place at all serve... [ Moving on! ] Those sound kinda good, actually.

[beathollow]

Mm. They're very popular- sweet crêpes tend to have whipped cream or chocolate and fruits, and savory crêpes will have meat, cheese and vegetables.

[fullmoonmutt]

You know a lot about them. They a favorite of yours, Mafuyu?

[beathollow]

My friend likes them more. I don't really have any favorites...

[fullmoonmutt]

You don't? Like, favorite nothing at all?

[beathollow]

It all tastes the same to me, so it's hard to pick. I think I like crunchy textures, though.

[fullmoonmutt]

It all... Mafuyu, is your tongue okay?!

[ eli what ]

[beathollow]

Probably not. But I have an image to maintain, and if it cracks....
...


I'm fine, promise.

[fullmoonmutt]

I don't... huh? I don't get it. How can you say that and be fine?

[beathollow]

... I don't really have a choice. And it's not doing me harm- ( physically. ) -so... I can manage, I think. I've been doing so for years.

[fullmoonmutt]

[ Oh no, is Mafuyu cursed? Yes, that is the first thing Eli wonders. It's not uncommon where he's from, okay? ]

If you're... sure? I guess...

[beathollow]

... Why do you look upset...?

( she's genuinely confused, but also- something shifts when she realizes, in her heart. that his upset is making her realize she should be more upset. but she can't afford to be... )

[fullmoonmutt]

Er, well... I mean, if you're cursed like that, couldn't we figure out a way to undo it? Living without tasting things sounds real sad to me.

[ eli it isn't a curse omg ]

Though I guess that's only because I really love to eat...

[beathollow]

... "Cursed"...

...

It's... theorized that it's a symptom of a stress-based zinc deficiency. But I'm not completely sure.

[fullmoonmutt]

Wh... oh! It's just a vitamin thing?

[ That... seems to settle his worries slightly. It's still bad, but at least it isn't a curse. ]

Well, okay then, let's just kick the ass of whatever is giving you stress. Problem solved.

[beathollow]

I wish it was that easy. ... It's easier here, though, when things aren't- like that mindscape.

[fullmoonmutt]

Eh? Why can't it be that easy?

[ They kicked Izou's mindscape's ass, after all. Ass-kicking is clearly the way to becoming stress-free. ]

[beathollow]

It's...

( your social link isn't high enough for this. )

... It's not a conversation for a place like this, I think. I'm sorry.