"Alright - I swear on my honour as a host I didn't invite you both to tea just to cause a confrontation," Frog giggled, already losing her composure.
Debroye eyed the fifth glass of wine Frog had had since lunch at the Bismark and retreat to the nearby cottage for tea (more wine), sampling some recipes Frog had been experimenting with (and more wine), and wondered if the legendary tolerance of roegadyn was merely that (and, perhaps, how one ought to set up an experiment to test this with an actual methodology rather than accompanying her brilliant girlfriend to various eateries around Etheirys to sample local cuisines and passively observing the results).
Her fellow gourmand, earnestly tagging along for the food and usually incredibly enthusiastic about everything on their co-dates, shuffled uncomfortably.
She glanced between the two adventurers.
"What aren't you telling me?"
G'raha groaned and Frog cackled with laughter before she gathered herself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have to clear up any shadows between us. Tell Debroye what you told me, Raha."
He slumped further and mumbled something that even her sharp ears missed.
"What was that?"
"I... I like Archon Loaf a lot more than Mervynbread."
Frog broke out into gales of laughter that drowned out anything else he might have said.
"And I've been listening to his opinion on food?" Debroye said calmly. "I am going to burn down the Studium cafeteria when we get home."
Day 2: Domestic Life | Mundane Tasks
Frog isn't that drunk, she just finds this extremely funny after all the effort they went to to fix Archon Loaf, and how embarrassed G'raha was when he realised who Frog had been bringing to eat with them at the Last Stand because he didn't catch on until Dickon gave them free dessert and he asked why.
Headcanon first: G'raha objectively knows Archon Loaf is terrible, and a nightmare to eat, and makes your breath smell funny if you eat it more than one meal in a row even if you brush your teeth a lot and -
However when Tataru send Archon Loaf to the First and the Exarch ate it, it rewired his brain a bit and made it extremely nostalgic and he ate his slice alone in the Ocular and cried over it, then cried over crying over Archon Loaf of all things. She could have sent anything from home and it was that??
Nowadays G'raha has such an emotional fondness for it which in the chronological timeline of his original body came as absolute whiplash. If you knew him before he'd wrinkle his nose and eat it out of necessity and cultural acclimation, and if you saw him after he'd devour it and get a bit misty doing do.
I don't think G'raha dislikes Mervynbread and understands why you'd want to have better tasting bread, objectively. But it just tastes like fresh bread to him and doesn't have any of the incredibly character-building and slightly gritty challenge of a good Archon Loaf.
Meanwhile back in Shadowbringers, Frog had already been horrified at this lore reveal, and on reaching Sharlayan, Dickon and Debroye were a light in the darkness and she latched on hard and went above and beyond with helping make Mervynbread a success like this was her one true mission, and once Debroye had defeated the real evil that was the metaphor for all they fought against, started taking her out for dinner anywhere she could think of that had good food that Debroye deserved to eat.
Anyway I don't feel like Frog has much of a domestic or mundane life - she mostly lives out of semi-permanent accommodations and is always on the move, but she DOES have a kitchen in the free company house and it's always a nice place to retreat to. AND the closest sofa to sink unmoving on after eating an enormous lunch at the Bismark, which is where she and Debroye had their first date :D
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A Promise Between Heartbeats
After recovering fully from his injuries, R'alma has decided to start right away on the list of promises he made to G'raha at the ends of the universe. First on the list is a trip to Ishgard, during which he is determined to take the advice he's been given and finally make his heart and affections known to his companion. But that objective proves surprisingly difficult, given that they can't seem to get any significant amount of time to themselves in a city where the name and face of the fabled Warrior of Light are so well-known…
Link up there, preview below the cut! Also counts toward March of the Tropes: Day 31 - True Love's Kiss!
And with that..... I have officially completed March of the Tropes! *flops over and dies*
R'alma really did hate the cold.
It was no surprise, really. As a young Miqo'te kit, she'd grown up in the hot, arid climate of Thanalan. As an Auri woman, her scales and horns had been sensitive to temperature changes. Now…
Well, now he had these long, flopping ears that seemed to just leak body heat. At least, for the moment they were flopping. Normally, they'd be standing up tall and proud, their red tips and sleek black fur on full display. But ever since he'd set foot in Coerthas, he'd had them pinned almost flat against his head in a poor attempt to keep them warm.
And to keep the snow out of them. It seemed like everything that fell from the sky managed to find its way straight down into his ears now.
Sometimes he really missed having horns instead.
He was trying his best not to complain about it, and all things considered, he felt he'd done a pretty good job so far. He'd made sure to dress as warmly as he could, and was thankful that Tataru had already finished the adjustments on the heavy coat she'd made him for the Garlemald trip. After all, he knew present company wouldn't have let him out in anything that still hid his tail (which was also cold now, by the way).
And besides, G'raha seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. What was a little discomfort in the face of that?
Downtime was something that had been hard to come by in recent years and, as such, R'alma hardly knew what to do with himself when he had it. Even worse, his most recent bout had been forced upon him by his injuries, leaving him absolutely stir crazy for the last several days. Finally, though, Y'shtola had deemed him fit for travel, and with no catastrophes looming on their horizon, he had decided it was a good time to start working on the list of promises he had made.
And to maybe work on getting up the courage to do what he and Thancred had discussed. The swordsman had given him no shortage of very pointed glances since that night. All of which he very pointedly ignored.
As it was, he and G'raha had been in Ishgard since yesterday, and he still had yet to bring it up.
The fault was not… entirely his own, arguably. As he kept telling himself, he just hadn't been able to find the right opportunity. After all, when they'd first arrived, it felt as though they had been immediately beset on all sides. Downtime was most certainly difficult to come by, even without a looming catastrophe, it would seem.
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