[she's half-out the door when he flags for her, prompting Lucina to lean back in. it takes a second for the question to register.
spicy food?]
Oh--well... [...
...
hang on. do they? she realizes she can't recall right away; for as close to near a shadow as she'd been to Chrom during the war years, she can't say she recalls any asks for a kick to a stew or him doubling over from too much seasoning...]
I don't think either of them are that picky, honestly. I imagine it would be fine?
[unless she's accidentally setting them up for pain. but that doesn't seem likely to her - they're great warriors! iron wills...iron stomachs?
she nods.] Yes, I think spicy food is fine.
[and that's that! she hops out of the van and moves to pull open the rear door, finding seat belts unbuckled - just negotiating getting them free from being snagged on assorted belts or ornamentations. the trials of casually ornate styles of dress, truly.
with a laugh:] Mother, wait! Don't just tear the belt off! Here, I'll help--
[with a bit of patience and some grumbling, the Exalt and Queen are freed from the van, able to shade their eyes and peer around the area, exchanging curious looks with the curious passers-by. clearly this must be some media stunt or promotion for a new theater production of some sort, right? anything for some free social media engagement these days...]
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imagine coming back to the van getting towed lmfao
Date: 2024-07-31 12:43 pm (UTC)[she's half-out the door when he flags for her, prompting Lucina to lean back in. it takes a second for the question to register.
spicy food?]
Oh--well... [...
...
hang on. do they? she realizes she can't recall right away; for as close to near a shadow as she'd been to Chrom during the war years, she can't say she recalls any asks for a kick to a stew or him doubling over from too much seasoning...]
I don't think either of them are that picky, honestly. I imagine it would be fine?
[unless she's accidentally setting them up for pain. but that doesn't seem likely to her - they're great warriors! iron wills...iron stomachs?
she nods.] Yes, I think spicy food is fine.
[and that's that! she hops out of the van and moves to pull open the rear door, finding seat belts unbuckled - just negotiating getting them free from being snagged on assorted belts or ornamentations. the trials of casually ornate styles of dress, truly.
with a laugh:] Mother, wait! Don't just tear the belt off! Here, I'll help--
[with a bit of patience and some grumbling, the Exalt and Queen are freed from the van, able to shade their eyes and peer around the area, exchanging curious looks with the curious passers-by. clearly this must be some media stunt or promotion for a new theater production of some sort, right? anything for some free social media engagement these days...]