The perfect crime

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Characters: Nesir Aeser and Gilbert
Setting: Restaurant, backdated to the 12th
Format: Um I'll start prose, switch if you wish!
Summary: A little late due to mob and Jason shenanigans, Nesir and Gilbert go to get some real food
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Nesir stood on the staircase going down into the restaurant waiting. They had meant to do this days ago but Nesir's involvement in the mob and her subsequent prison stay had delayed things. Nesir was still trying not to think about what had happened, because it was strange and she had been stupid and now she knew the extent of their power. She wasn't sure if Ganondorf was right... even speed wouldn't have saved her. How do you fight against someone who can manipulate your own body?

To add to matters making Nesir angry she was sick, her cold had gotten worse her brain felt like someone had added porridge to it... She now had shoes though given to her by Rise, they were too big but warm. And warmth was more important. She sneezed and sniffed miserably, she hated being sick.

She looked around again for Gilbert.

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Finally! It wasn't that Nesir took too long or anything, but Gilbert was (to the surprise of some) tired of talking. He capped off his conversation with, "Well, it was good talking to you! Maybe I'll order something next time," and headed in Nesir's direction. Once he got to her, he whispered, "Let's head somewhere else so we don't get caught right out of the gate."

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"Most sensible thing you did be saying all day." Nesir handed half the food to him and started down the stairs. "We can be going to the meadow."

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"Well, I had to think of something to distract the guy with," Gilbert mumbled, accepting the food that he had been doled out to carry. Dutifully, he followed Nesir down the stairs, trying really hard not to drool over the food he was carrying. Real food! Real, glorious food! This would be a feast for the ages!

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Nesir just smirked at him and led the way to the meadow where she flopped in the grass with a laugh, looking almost carefree. The coughing fit that took her for a moment ruined it of course but afterwards she smiled.

"Let's eat!"

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"The grass here always feels great, doesn't it?" Gilbert sat down by Nesir, his eye on the food. "Did you get any forks or anything? It doesn't matter too much to me, but I figured I'd just check."

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"Forks?" For a moment Nesir looks confused, "Oh do you be meaning those... things. In the cafeteria."

Guess who doesn't have forks where she comes from (at least not in the levels of society she knows). But she hadn't even thought to pick up knives (which was how they ate in the Temple). She blushed slightly.

"Where I do be coming from we do be eating with our hands, with bread." She told him to save face, not that she had brought any bread either, but they didn't have the bread she was used to here.

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"Ah... man, it's been forever since I've eaten like that. Just straight-up, with my hands. Don't worry about the forks. This will be a little nostalgic for me, is all." He reached over, plucked a piece off a pancake, and popped it into his mouth. "This is great! Not as great as the pancakes my brother makes, but certainly great compared to the stupid nutrition bars."

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Nesir shrugged, she hadn't been worried. Forks, or other cutlery for that matter, had been not very high on her priority list.

"You do be having a brother?"