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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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?