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smash_logs2014-12-13 09:59 pm
trustycrowbar) wrote in smash_logs2014-12-13 09:59 pm
Assassins with Oven Mitts
Who: Connor, Eirika, Gordon, Ziio
What: A nice holiday "family" dinner
Where: Gordon and Ziio's apartment
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: House fires, family drama, pregnancy tests, depleted uranium
Gordon hadn't been sure if this was a good idea when Ziio suggested they dine together at their place. Now that he'd asked Eirika, he KNEW it was a bad idea, if only because the princess hadn't yet met the would-be tribe-leader before then and it seemed to terrify her. Granted, Ziio was one hell of a mother-in-law, but she wasn't someone to fear unless you've screwed up massively in some way. In fact, in her current situation Ziio was the perfect person to talk to... And anyway were things they all had to talk about, things they all needed to know.
...Well, except for Gordon himself, but he usually knew everything. Or at least, he was convinced of that.
In any case, they're adults. No one's going to lunge at anyone's throats tonight, no matter HOW many knives are available in the kitchen, and everything else can be settled with calm discussion.
"...She's been cooking all day. And don't worry, Ziio caught it herself." Gordon's voice murmurs from the other side of the door, talking to Eirika and Connor and fumbling with his dorm keys. "Everything caught in the woods is clean, looks like. It's probably how she's stayed so healthy during the poison scare, so I have every reason to believe that it's perfectly safe."
The words PERFECTLY SAFE are, ironically, the very words that he opens the door to and is greeted by a belch of smoke, and the scent of burnt venison. Gordon makes a noise of surprise and alarm and waves it away, coughing.
"GH, what OH NOT AGAIN--Ziio!?" He splutters, vanishing into the hallway to deal with this botched experiment in thermodynamics. "Are you okay in here!?"
Yup. This dinner was off to a great start.
What: A nice holiday "family" dinner
Where: Gordon and Ziio's apartment
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: House fires, family drama, pregnancy tests, depleted uranium
Gordon hadn't been sure if this was a good idea when Ziio suggested they dine together at their place. Now that he'd asked Eirika, he KNEW it was a bad idea, if only because the princess hadn't yet met the would-be tribe-leader before then and it seemed to terrify her. Granted, Ziio was one hell of a mother-in-law, but she wasn't someone to fear unless you've screwed up massively in some way. In fact, in her current situation Ziio was the perfect person to talk to... And anyway were things they all had to talk about, things they all needed to know.
...Well, except for Gordon himself, but he usually knew everything. Or at least, he was convinced of that.
In any case, they're adults. No one's going to lunge at anyone's throats tonight, no matter HOW many knives are available in the kitchen, and everything else can be settled with calm discussion.
"...She's been cooking all day. And don't worry, Ziio caught it herself." Gordon's voice murmurs from the other side of the door, talking to Eirika and Connor and fumbling with his dorm keys. "Everything caught in the woods is clean, looks like. It's probably how she's stayed so healthy during the poison scare, so I have every reason to believe that it's perfectly safe."
The words PERFECTLY SAFE are, ironically, the very words that he opens the door to and is greeted by a belch of smoke, and the scent of burnt venison. Gordon makes a noise of surprise and alarm and waves it away, coughing.
"GH, what OH NOT AGAIN--Ziio!?" He splutters, vanishing into the hallway to deal with this botched experiment in thermodynamics. "Are you okay in here!?"
Yup. This dinner was off to a great start.