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[theyregooddogs]

Who: LiliS + Visitors
Where: LiliS
When: Day 88, Morning

[So, how's everyone? Did we all sleep under the same roof finally?]

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[youpoorthing]

[Hellebore did in fact actually sleep in the dorm last night! As for right now, he's hanging out in the main room... and not reading, for once. He's sitting around with his eyes closed, but he seems to be thinking rather than dozing. Probably.]

[theyregooddogs]

Hellebore? Food.

[youpoorthing]

[Looks up.]

...Huh? Oh. Thanks...

[theyregooddogs]

[nodding over to the table, a beat then broaching:]

How, mm, are you?

[youpoorthing]

...I'm doing okay. [By hell standards, at the very least.] Are you?

[theyregooddogs]

About ready to face it.

[youpoorthing]

...Face what?

[theyregooddogs]

What happened.

[theyregooddogs]

[going to be helping gladiolus with breakfast, cooking and bringing it down to the unit once that's figured out . . . but he did stay at lilis last night despite being awol since the game ended, imfine.jpeg right here]

[phoni]

[ making breakfast with John's help (and maybe others??) and setting it up on the table once its all done - it's mostly western fare, like eggs and bacon and toast with honey, butter and jam to spread on it, but there's some distinctly different stuff for Amaranth, with orange juice, tea or coffee to drink (or have water or sneak alcohol or whatever).

there may or may not be a blood bag or something of the like for Dahlia, too. maybe there's a silly straw to drink it through? ]

Aah, everything smells great~

[theyregooddogs]

Yeah. Ah, thanks. For thanking of it.

[phoni]

You're welcome~ And thanks for helping with the cooking.

[theyregooddogs]

Mm. Let me know, if you want to do it again.

[phoni]

Will do!

[ finishes getting things arranged the way she wants, then looks over at him. ]

...Were you clearing your head?

[theyregooddogs]

Uh, before? After the game, you mean?

[phoni]

Yeah, after the game.

[theyregooddogs]

I was. Even if I'm okay, seeing the, ah, aftermath is hard. Hope you weren't worried . . .

[rootoflove]

[sitting out in the main room, nose buried in a book]

[theyregooddogs]

Iris, food.

[rootoflove]

Ah, thank you...! And, um. Sorry for not helping.

[theyregooddogs]

Do you know how to cook?

[rootoflove]

Well, no. But I used to be a maid, so it feels a little strange not to help with chores.

[theyregooddogs]

The adage is usually, I cook, you clean. Only if you want to, though.

[rootoflove]

I've been doing some cleaning already, but it feels like I should do more...

[theyregooddogs]

If you do some, then it's probably enough already. Don't want everyone to live up too strongly to the sleepy trait.