15S R7 Week 3 Friday

[yesorwoof]

Brain-kun, there you are. Val-chan helped us make something that's very good if sugar really is your thing now.

[In her quiet and calm way, Makima is brightly chasing him down with a baggie containing a well made s'more.]

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[lovedthemost]

[Brain happens to be on his way back to the room to put away those heavy warm clothes he was wearing, but stops when Makima gets his attention, turning to her and giving her his.]

Makima-san. I was just on my way to change out of these clothes--they're far too warm now.

[he does look quite intrigued at the mention of something sweet though, moving to meet her halfway]

Oh? What has she made?

[yesorwoof]

Oh, you're right, they're very bulky. Likewise, it was a shame I couldn't really handle evidence and wear the gloves at the same time.

[She lifts up the bag and presses it into his hand so his fingers wrap smoothly around the bag instead of it flopping in every direction.]

This is called a s'more. Like "more". The roasted marshmallow inside is pretty much pure sugar, and melted chocolate isn't much different. The graham cracker is a little plainer, but still pretty sweet. It was invented by a religious man named Graham who thought too much sugar corrupts, if I recall correctly.

[lovedthemost]

[Brain blinks as Makima presses the bag into his hands, but he'll immediately open it, moving to fish out the treat as she describes it with a big of eagerness.

He pauses, though, at that last bit, arching an eyebrow just as he pulls out the s'more]

It makes this creation rather funny, does it not?

[yesorwoof]

Does it make you feel sacrilegious? Want to eat it in the chapel?

[Makima is a very weird person who feels obligated to use all the rooms apparently.]

LMAO SORRY I READ IT WRONG that's on me

[lovedthemost]

[Brain blinks at that, before he smirks]

Tempting, if anything about the Chapel felt at all sacred.

[yesorwoof]

It's true, even before taking into account when one isn't Christian.

[Makima looks away into the chapel.]

Well, I have something very solemn to show you, but it can wait. Finish the smore.

[lovedthemost]

[hm??? oh, well, now he's curious. Brain will take a bite of that s'more, then--and is immediately distracted from that, brightening]

Oh! That's really very good!

[yesorwoof]

Isn't it? So melty. I'm glad that there's variety within the types of sugary things you can eat.

[She's looking at the bitten smore. It's melty. He's squishing it in his hands. Cute. Nice.]

[lovedthemost]

It has been fascinating trying different ones. He will never let me forget it if I tell him, but I suppose I'm starting to understand what Heart sees in human food.

[he's about halfway through that, and there's a smear of chocolate on the side of his hand which, in a show of very little manners or grace, he makes a face at and then just licks it off]

This one is very messy.

[yesorwoof]

[Makima tilts her head cordially to hide all her coy thoughts. See, she knew this in her heart. There are pre-ship memories of roidmudes eating food. Though Hermes would call it pre-ship in a different way.]

Oh, dear. Perhaps a plate would have been better, but it would be a bit difficult to carry.

[Likewise, for a moment she remembers the handkerchief, but then decides that it would be very cumbersome to take it out and upturn her doll and envelope and one dozen napkins to use as smell test pocket squares.]

[lovedthemost]

It's alright. I can manage. [in fact, he'll take a couple more bits to finish it off, licking the marshmallow of his fingers, before dusting his hands off]

There.

[yesorwoof]

It'll be sticky. I'll open the envelope for you.

[She's standing in the chapel now and opens the envelope with its photo scented with cinnamon. She waits as she holds it out.]

Do you perceive it yet?