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Once upon a time I was falling in love...

Who: Sonny, Voile
When: May 18 - Early Afternoon
What: She's showing him the contest hall. And treating him to lunch.
Where: FDC
Warnings: Hardly.

"When was the last time we spent a day together like this?"

She'd asked it to herself as her slow steps took her to Sonny's new room. It was a shame that he wouldn't be rooming with Vinnie any longer, but she had a feeling the Venusaur would be quite pleased to have such a delightful welcoming. Nothing like coming home to family, after all. And not too long ago, she wouldn't have known too much about what that was like.

She had an idea of it in the present, however, and the mere thought made her smile.

Voile stopped outside of his door, looking ready for the summer. After a few cycles of lacing her hands together and unlacing them, she finally sucked up all of her courage and knocked.

And hopefully he hadn't forgotten.

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"I want to do nice things for you because I love you. I want to make you happy. I enjoy doing things for you."

Her heart practically lodged itself into her throat when she heard him and she turned his words over in her head. She knew it, of course. But it was a lot harder to handle when he actually said it to her. Not having it in the air meant she could ignore it. And she wouldn't feel caught between him and Marie like she did.

And she knew she would, too. It was... difficult. Difficult not to be honest with her own feelings. How much dishonour was it to be truthful? By doing so, was it insulting Marie? But not saying anything at all...

"You are... always very altruistic," she agreed. "I could - and should - learn from your example." And there was no refuting of his feelings for her. She had no desire to, for he still held much of her heart that he'd taken with him when he'd left.

"You already do a lot of things for other people. I wouldn't be worried about trying to learn from my example. If anything, I should learn from yours. You're really nice to everyone."

If anything, Sonny only had a few people he was friends with and could even really do things for.

"You certainly would think so," she replied somewhat offhandedly. Then she blinked as her posture straightened. "It's always a lot easier to focus on other people, I think. So maybe what you perceive as kindness is really just me trying to not focus so much on whatever thoughts have crawled around in my head."

Lifting her shoulders, Voile offered a mostly casual shrug as she continued, "But I do try." To be kind, was what she meant.

"I know you try. And you succeed."

By this time, some of the things they had ordered arrived and Sonny requested two extra plates for appetizers, being they had decided to share and all.

"I don't think anyone would think otherwise."

She waited for their appetisers and let him take his first course before she reached for something smaller. He was the one who needed the food, after all.

"No, you're probably right," Voile admitted with a small nod. "I should listen to you more often than I listen to myself, I think."

Sonny started divvying out half of his appetizer for her once the plates arrived. Then, he added a little more for good measure - his reasoning being he could just finish anything she really didn't want, and if she did want it to take away, she'd have enough for a good sized meal. He wondered if they made those cool tinfoil swans here?

"Hopefully my advice is good, in that case!" he said with a cheeky grin. "I think it is but maaaaybe I'm biased?"

She almost protested, but belatedly Voile knew what he was doing. So she said nothing of it and waited for him to finish before she gave him an appreciative nod. Then her expression brightened when he spoke up and she somehow managed to resist letting her smile grow too much. At least not just yet, anyway.

"Biased, yes. I've come to expect that of you. I doubt anyone could be as biased regarding me as you. You've quite the penchant for that, I think."

He placed the finished plate of food closer to her so she could make a start, and grabbed up his own utensils.

"I don't mind being an expert on that." he replied before tucking in to the food. Hmm! It was good! He was glad they came here.

"Would you really want to be, though?" she asked as she reached toward the plate he offered in her direction. "People would think you were like, my pet or something. That would be a horrible thing to assume. I'd have to correct everyone and just explain you liked following me around because you liked my wiggle when I walked."

And she was kidding. She really was.

Well. He did.

"A pet? Awww. I was thinking more like a real expert. Liiike... a Professor or something. A Professor of Voile. Voileology? Huh. Sounds kind of neat."

It sort of rolled off the tongue.

For many moments, she said absolutely nothing, and then she started laughing, because when he said it like that, he made them sound really serious. Not to say that they hadn't been at one point in time, but to publicly proclaim something like that was incredibly dangerous. In her opinion, anyway.

"Voileology. If you start bragging about that, you're going to make a lot of people incredibly envious. Or they're going to seriously get the wrong idea."

Haha. Ha. Yeah. The wrong idea. He had to keep that in mind, didn't he? Oops.

He just smiled, chuckling a little himself, though, a little more sheepishly than her. "You're right. Sorry. It's only been a week for me, so, it might be hard for me to remember sometimes that there's a right idea and a wrong idea."

Still. Voileology. He was going to remember that.

"No, no. I understand," she replied as she lifted her hands in something akin to surrender - or perhaps that was her own form of understanding. "I don't mind hearing it myself, Sonny. I just don't want you to get ganged up on or something."

Because that would probably happen if the wrong person heard him. Not that she and Marie had really been open about their relationship. Mostly because of Sonny. It was hard to really be honest about something that made everything look bad. Especially her.

"When it's just us, you can say anything you'd like," she nodded. "Just be careful in front of other people."

"Ganged up on?" Sonny replied, honestly a little surprised. Who was going to want to gang up on him for something like that!?

"You never know," she commented with a bit of an idle shrug. "Better safe than sorry, right? After all, if something happened to you, it'd be my responsibility. So I'd rather not let something happen to you if I can help it."

"...Oh. Well. Sure?"

He didn't sound entirely convinced, but he'd take her word for it. He certainly didn't want to get in any kind of fight over something like this. No matter who it was.

"So how's your food?" he asked, taking in a few large forkfuls of his own. Maybe better to just change the subject.

She was quite happy to stuff her tiny, tiny mouth in order to stall for some time. Not that it was awkward, but she couldn't say she'd be too thrilled for Sonny to get in some kind of trouble. Especially over her. Lots of stories had men who started wars for the sake of girls, which she failed to see the logic in.

Unless it was for political strategy. That made sense, but it seemed rather unfair to the woman in question. History was full of things like that, unfortunately.

"It's good," she finally said after finishing her mouthful. "You liking yours so far? Come to think of it, have you ever met food you didn't like?"

Sonny wasn't the kind of guy to start a war, period. The closest thing he'd ever done was helping Red shut down Team Rocket and that was less of a war and more of a collection of actions for the greater good. Not that he would have explained it that way, as modest as he was.

"I like mine, sure!" he replied with a nod. "I don't think I have ever really come across a food I didn't like. I guess I like some foods more than others, but I'll eat almost anything."

He was happy they had managed to change the topic. Maybe she didn't feel awkward, but he certainly did. Still, talking about food was a great way to grab and hold his attention.

If he wanted to discuss food, they could discuss food. She was just fine with that, admittedly. And she knew well enough he preferred it. She couldn't bring herself to not be a little more in tune with his emotions. That came with the territory that was Voile, after all. But she imagined he knew that.

"So what kind of food would you say you don't really like?" Because while she wasn't much on the cooking front, she had to admit she was really quite curious over her diet. She was far more finicky than he was, after all, so hearing that he had any preferences period was a bit of a surprise.

"Tuna casserole." he replied quietly. "I don't know why. I like tuna. And I love pasta. And I like all the things that go into a tuna casserole? But when you put them all together? It just tastes sort of funny. I mean, I'll eat it. But I like to just eat the cheese and bread crumbs off top of it? Which always annoys people because I guess that's their favorite part too."

A few more mouthfuls of food and a sip of his drink to wash them down. Mmmm.

"I don't know why there isn't a cheese and breadcrumb casserole. You could layer it like a lasagna. Use different kinds of cheese and maybe different flavored breadcrumbs. It would be good."

"That might sound good and I don't deny that even I would try it, but it also sounds really, really unhealthy. Not that I know if human food affects us the way that it affects humans, but too much cheese is supposedly not good for their diet. Considering we're used to berries, blocks, and poffins, I have a hard time believing that eating an excess of cheese would work out well for either of us."

Her head tipped with some consideration, "But maybe if I can find a recipe for it I can try it out. If we split it, maybe it won't be so unhealthy."

"I know Cheese isn't really that good for you." Sonny admitted. "But most things that taste really great aren't. You can't avoid everything good for ever just for your health. I think if you only ate it every so often it would be OK. Like maybe only twice a week. And maybe only one portion per meal. You know. Because of moderation."

"Wait, wait," Voile began. Lifting her right hand, she wiggled her forefinger back and forth. "Did you just imply that the only good kind of food is the kind that tastes bad?"

She shook her head, "What a silly thing to think. But you have a good point. Maybe it's only bad if you're eating it frequently. I think for special occasions it should be fine. So for our next special occasion, Sonny, I'll see what I can do to make it."

"Hehe! I didn't mean it like that! I know lots of foods that are good for you taste pretty OK! But have you ever noticed that the stuff that tastes really, really great is always the stuff that's bad for you? Like... some days I want to eat a lot of carrots. So I do, and it's pretty good and I enjoy it. But I never wake up at three in the morning craving carrots. I HAVE woken up at three in the morning because I just really, really wanted some fried chicken."

He wasn't even kidding.

"It's hard to get at three in the morning, by the way. And I'd really love it if you tried to make up a recipe for that! I'm looking forward to meeting with you again anyway, but, that would make it even better!"

He just kept going on and on and on... It reminded her a lot of older days, where she was perfectly content to listen to him talk and she'd simply listen. She didn't mind that in the least. He always had more interesting things to talk about than she did, after all. She really preferred him talking anyway, and he always seemed happy to speak up.

Even about nothing or rambling nonsense.

"You're very easy to please," Voile observed with a softer smile. "Promises of food and time with me and you seem perfectly content with most things in the world."

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