[ Sounds like they're having scrambled eggs, then! Nico dislodges Styx gently - who grumbles a bit - before he pads over to the kitchen to get stuff out. He can chop vegetables to go in the eggs. Bellpeppers, that kind of thing. ]
[ This is around when Monsoon emerges from Lark's room, after wondering why he isn't back yet. Monsoon goes over to flop next to Styx, looking pretty depressed himself (because guess who had to watch Lark cry).
It take a few minutes before Lark gets out of the bathroom and heads to the kitchen. ]
Oh, eggs.
[ ...Eggs don't sound too bad right now, actually. And he sort of watches Nico's knifework, mainly out of curiosity. ]
[ But of the two of them, Nico's the less fancy cook. Meaning he has a few simple meals he does well but he rarely ventures outside of those? At least he's good with a knife and can follow a recipe pretty well, though. It's just that he generally lacks interest in what he eats so he's never really leveled up in terms of a wider variety of recipes. ]
Mm, doesn't need to be. [ He tries to manage a small smile, but it's probably not as reassuring as he wishes it was. ] I used to worry a little about how well you ate before you started living here, but you're not bad.
[ Which is to say, he's happy to see Nico cook, helping or otherwise. He moves to get started on the omelet for breakfast.]
[ Skylark, a boy who does not know what McDonald's is (and indeed, isn't entirely sure what's "fast food"): ]
I'll take it as a compliment. I should try making more dishes you like, too.[ He's been trying to pay attention to Nico's reactions to his cooking since he knows most of what he makes are dishes from back home. He ought to learn some that Nico is more familiar with too.
While beating the eggs in a bowl (with chopsticks), Skylark tries to slide into the other topic that he's pretty sure is why Nico offered to cook today. ]
[ Bless you, Nico. Lark goes quiet momentarily, trying to figure out how he should explain this without feeling lame, before realising that's probably impossible right now. He spent part of his morning crying like a child and his roommate caught the tail end of it, he's already hit that point. ]
I had a dream last night—not a bad one, mind you. It was pretty nice, even. [ ... ] I saw my mom again.
[ So that's her name. Lark stays quiet for a moment, wondering how he should continue this conversation—or if he should say anything at all, for that matter. ]
...What was she like? If you don't mind me asking.
She was...sometimes I worry I didn't know her like I should have.
[ Like...he knew her when he was younger. And then she died. And Nico grew up. How would they have gotten along later on? ]
She wanted to be...someone different than she was, I think. She wanted a new life instead of the one we got, but she...she cared about me. And other people. And she was really brave.
[ "Sometimes I worry I didn't know her like I should have" is a thought Lark has had himself more than a few times, though he's never tried to resolve that. At this point, he isn't sure he wants to know more about his mom. ]
I used to play this game. Mythomagic. And - I'd collect cards. Figurines. The only figure I didn't have was Hades. She...found it, and took it. But she wasn't supposed to take anything at all from that place. She did it because of me.
[ Right, he mentioned that game before. Lark still kind of wants to learn how to play it. He also isn't the kind of person to necessarily object to taking things—he's best friends with a thief and Wu-Jian is that sort of place, after all—but he also knows what happens when someone takes from places or people they really, really shouldn't.
...That said, it is a terrible kind of irony that this involved the figure of his dad, huh. ]
And so she...
[ Died, he doesn't say, but the word is obviously hanging there. ]
Lark looks down to the bowl in his hand, and suddenly finds himself wishing his hands weren't occupied. So he puts it down back on the kitchen counter, then reaches over to try and take Nico's hand, if he'll allow him. ]
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It take a few minutes before Lark gets out of the bathroom and heads to the kitchen. ]
Oh, eggs.
[ ...Eggs don't sound too bad right now, actually. And he sort of watches Nico's knifework, mainly out of curiosity. ]
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[ But of the two of them, Nico's the less fancy cook. Meaning he has a few simple meals he does well but he rarely ventures outside of those? At least he's good with a knife and can follow a recipe pretty well, though. It's just that he generally lacks interest in what he eats so he's never really leveled up in terms of a wider variety of recipes. ]
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[ Which is to say, he's happy to see Nico cook, helping or otherwise. He moves to get started on the omelet for breakfast.]
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[ Fast food a lot, yeah ]
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[ He probably already knows the answer, but Skylark's trying to make small talk. ]
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[ HELPFUL ]
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I'll take it as a compliment. I should try making more dishes you like, too.[ He's been trying to pay attention to Nico's reactions to his cooking since he knows most of what he makes are dishes from back home. He ought to learn some that Nico is more familiar with too.
While beating the eggs in a bowl (with chopsticks), Skylark tries to slide into the other topic that he's pretty sure is why Nico offered to cook today. ]
Uhm, sorry about earlier.
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[ Honestly, Nico does like Italian food a lot...or anything that mimics it, because, well. Other worlds. ]
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An actual thing that I, the player, am going to have to ponder on.]Waking up later than usual and looking awful right in front of you?
[ It's maybe only half-joking. ]
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I had a dream last night—not a bad one, mind you. It was pretty nice, even. [ ... ] I saw my mom again.
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[ Well...mostly about Bianca. He can't remember his mother much thanks to the Gods being dicks, but you know how THAT goes. ]
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[ He doesn't know about Nico's mom, but honestly he wouldn't be surprised if he ever found out either. ]
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...What was she like? If you don't mind me asking.
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[ Like...he knew her when he was younger. And then she died. And Nico grew up. How would they have gotten along later on? ]
She wanted to be...someone different than she was, I think. She wanted a new life instead of the one we got, but she...she cared about me. And other people. And she was really brave.
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She sounds like a great sister.
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[ Well. Fully. He sort of still blames himself. ]
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[ He can smell the self-blame, but...well, he doesn't really have context, either. ]
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...That said, it is a terrible kind of irony that this involved the figure of his dad, huh. ]
And so she...
[ Died, he doesn't say, but the word is obviously hanging there. ]
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[ All because he'd been sulking and she'd wanted to cheer him up. WHICH OBVIOUSLY HE TOOK SUPER WELL (he did not). ]
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Lark looks down to the bowl in his hand, and suddenly finds himself wishing his hands weren't occupied. So he puts it down back on the kitchen counter, then reaches over to try and take Nico's hand, if he'll allow him. ]
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We were talking about you.
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