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Characters: AU Equius and you!
Setting: That little kitchen at the back of the cafeteria.
Format: Either.
Summary: Equius has a bizarre form of therapy. But, hey, whatever works...
Warnings: DELICIOUSNESS

[So, Tower. Last night, the boys in Room 1-20 may have noticed a lump under the covers of one of the previously-unoccupied beds. It may have looked like it was shaking. In reality, it was more than just a lump; it was this loser, hiding from A. the indigo-blood sleeping in the adjacent bed and B. everyone else. The lump didn't seem to respond to very much prompting.]

[In the morning, however, he finally gathered the courage to look around the tower, and soon found out that this place had a kitchen. So guess where he's going to be for the rest of the day? Yeah, there, cooking whatever he can think of, using ingredients that he may have noticed were sitting around, as well as a few from home, because seriously, there was no grubsauce in this pantry. None. So, he's been at it for a while now, and anyone walking past the door to the kitchen come lunchtime will smell what is undeniably a big pan of cooking grubloaf -- proper grubloaf, mind you, not like that brownblood makes it.]

[Oh, also he might be making some cookies later. So you should stick around for that.]

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[Uh... well, yes.]

[She appears to be eating it, anyway. Possibly liking it. Or possibly not caring, because if he may be perfectly honest (and completely silent, he cannot let this thought get out), she doesn't even look like she cares about what she's eating at the moment, she's just so frenzied. --But those are thoughts for a later time. For now, she's eating it, and slowly he does too. Using the utensils, mind.]

*And then she looks up.* It's good! It's grrreat, even!

Nobody can cook grubloaf like you, Equihiss!

["Uh, no, I'm sure there are plenty of other trolls who do it much better than I do, I mean, they have this as their job, they've been doing it for as long as I've been even alive, and I bet you've had a lot better than that just because you can... you can have that kind of thing, because you're the Empress, and..."]

...Thank you.

[For some reason, he looks a bit guilty.]

*But she's already polished off her plate. And that's a very distinctly happy mew she gives in response.* You can't eat grubloaf underwater because it'll fall apurrt!

So I'm happy you're here to make it for me now.

[Okay, now this takes him by surprise.] ...You've never had grubloaf?

Of course I've had grubloaf, shelly!

You don't think I've nefur efur been out of the water before, do you?

...Well. No, I guess not. I'm sorry.

[WAY TO GO, EQUIUS. You are thinking so straight today.]

Don't be sorry, shelly! There's no need to be sorry over something dumb like that!

This grubloaf is really good!

[Unfortunately, he is anyway. Whoops!]

...Is it? Good. I'm glad you are satisfied with it.

It's really grrreat!

Can you make more tomorrow?

Of course. [He says this immediately. Making more grubloaf was a small favor for the Dread Empress, but of course he'd do it in a heartbeat anyhow.]

Hooray!

I'm really, really excited to be here with you and efurrybody else! It's much betta than the Veil.

Uh, yes, I suppose. [At least... at least there were other people here, even if they were all confounding humans or alternate versions of themselves.]

There's no suppurrs about it! It's much better here than the Veil.

...can I have some more grubloaf? I want some more! *Sitting forward and looking at him with the biggest pretty-please eyes.*

Yes, of course. [The pretty-please eyes weren't even necessary; did you really expect him to do anything other than follow your orders? He jumps up, takes her plate, and promptly refills it.] Here. [Good thing Nepeta is such a big eater; he cooks things all the time, but can never eat all of it.]

Hooray! *She likes being around you, Equius. She can be silly and not-regal as much as she wants.

And damn does she love this grubloaf.* The furrocious queen of the waves sees that her purrey hasn't learned its lesson and has returned fur a second attack! *NOM.*

[WOW NEPETA that is so inappropriate. But guess what? He can't complain. So he's just going to stand by the counter and watch you roleplay out eating your grubloaf, more-than-slightly confused but somehow smiling anyway.]

[Well, it is the first sign of addiction...]

*And in the midst of the GRISLY CARNAGE she takes a break to dab at her face with a nearby napkin because okay, she's getting a bit messy.* It's really, really good! Supurr good, even.

I think this tower is going to be okay.

...Don't you think it's a bit early to be making statements like that? [0.5 seconds later: aaaaand then it's gone.]

Nnnnnope!

I like it better back on Alternia but it's better than the Veil was!

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