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Who: alisaie (

adelphoi), prompto (

punshots) & x'rhun (

verflair)
What: ~~crimmus~~ starlight family fun times
When: tonight!!
Where: casa de promptisaie
Warning(s): puns and fools

[ alisaie has never been particularly fond of holidays. she does not dislike them, but in her youth they often came along with uncomfortable dresses and forced socialization with scholars and dignitaries with their heads so far up their own arses they could see through their belly buttons.

recent years have changed that, a little, as she has spent these festive days around people she chose to spend them with, rather than those she was obligated to. case in point. the eve of this starlight she is warm in her home with prompto and x'rhun, the air warm and thick with the scent of roasting turkey and potatoes and evergreen boughs, and alisaie stands before the tree with her arms crossed and a glass of wine in one hand, eyeing prompto critically as he strings the lights 'round the branches. ]

Be careful! If you go that way you're liable to knock the tree over again.

[ again.

sip. ]

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[ As apparently falls to dads in these situations, X'rhun is sitting nearby, trying to untangle a set of lights that somehow, from the mere act of unboxing them, decided they would rather play at being a ball than a string. ]

You could help, you know. Aside from your wonderful supervision and verbal guidance, I mean.

Hey, I haven't knocked it over today!

[ He's just pointing that out!!

But even with Alisaie's "helpful" guidance, Prompto is in impossibly good spirits, even decked out in a festive sweater and proudly wearing the helmet his Secret Santa gave him. It's hella cool. He will not be swayed.

This may not be the holiday he's familiar with, and it's not like he has a ton of treasured holiday memories, anyway. Not to mention spending occasions like this without his friends from Eos with him is, as ever, just a little bittersweet. But all the better to start creating new memories now, with the family he's found here, and enjoying every minute of it. It's hardly a difficult thing to do, with how warm and cozy their home is, how much he cares for the people in it with him. It's going to be a wonderful night.

Alisaie's backseat decorating notwithstanding. ]

Mayhaps you should get on my shoulders and do it yourself, if you're so sure.

[ The family that sasses together... ]

[ a sassy family indeed. but though they put up a good fight, she is the sassiest of all. these whiny menfolk.. ]

I am helping.

[ this tree would look an absolute mess without her intervention. i mean, prompto's absurd helmet is testament enough to his taste, and x'rhun you're just mad because those lights are eluding you.. have a glass of wine, you'll feel better. ]

Besides, I must keep an eye on the kitchen, unless you prefer your meat burned.

[ she's been working SO HARD on this meal okay!! cut her some slack!! alisaie isn't a natural cook, she's spent three days with her nose in cookbooks, seeing to it that everything is perfect for you dumb boys, so hush up or no turkey for you. ]

- ah! Just there is perfect.

[ He thinks the helmet is very charming. Don’t let her bring you down, Prompto.

(Jury’s out on that sweater, though.)

X’rhun is very intent on this damnable mess of lights, ears folded back in concentration as he tries to unweave whatever dark magic put them in such a state. He’s beginning to think this a hopeless task. ]

Brilliant. Now that you’ve met with her approval, get over here and help me with this mess before I fling it off the balcony.

[ And Gods help whatever pour soul catches it with their head. ]

[ That's easier than going around the tree again and inevitably giving it a potentially disastrous bump. They've come too far to let all their hard work go to waste now! ]

You got it! Luckily for you, I'm an expert detangler.

[ He's really not, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to try, fishing for one end of the light string so he can start feeding it through the tangle. ]

Geez - don't you guys have any spells for this sort of thing? Ver...uh...detangle?

[ really x'rhun?? she always thought your sense of fashion was sharp and spot-on but perhaps she must rethink it.. you're getting tasteless in your old age.

but at least they can agree on the sweater. ]

I'm afraid not.

[ it earns a lopsided smile however, just before her phone begins to chirp madly. it is precidely 7:32 - time to check the oven!! but she calls out behind her as she walks, their home is cozy enough that she can watch them work from the kitchen. ]

Would either of you like a drink?

[ Almost immediately: ]

Yes please.

[ Who gave him this job. It’s the worst.

Now that Prompto’s helping he decides to take a little break, setting his portion of the tangle aside to stand up and stretch, and inspect the tree for real. It does look rather nice. ]

It would be rather nice to have a spell for each of life’s little inconveniences, wouldn’t it?

[ Prompto remains hard at work untangling the light string. He's got to impress dad, after all!! Even in the little ways...he will solve this yet!

Though, yeah, it sure as hell is tangled good. ]

Yeaaaah, definitely gonna need one to get through this. [ And, after trying to unwind a section of the cord that only winds up tangling it further: ] Guess you can't just invent them willy-nilly either, can you?

[ this isn't harry potter my dudes, there is no twinklelightio untangleoso.

their conversation lowers to a hum as she steps into the kitchen though, to pull the turkey from the oven. and it looks perfect!! twelve above she didn't set it on fire. studying is useful, even with cooking!! she sets it on the stove to rest, then pours a second glass of wine, which she carries out and offers to x'rhun.

ah, they're still struggling.. ]

Food will be ready shortly. If you would like to take a break from your frustrating task, the table needs setting.

I would have to leave it up to a much more intelligent person than I when it comes to inventing entire spells.

[ It’s at that point Alisaie returns and offers him both a much-needed glass of wine and an excuse to set those damnable lights aside for a bit. Bless her. ]

I think we can certainly manage that much. [ Yes, “we”. You’re being volunteered too, Prompto. ] Dinner smells exquisite by the way.

[ He doesn't mind being volunteered for table setting if it saves him from light untangling purgatory, and Prompto drops the string just like that to assist X'rhun with the task. Whatever, the tree looks great as it is, anyway. ]

One finely set table, comin' right up! [ He heads for the cupboard where they keep their plates and pulls them down to hand to X'rhun. ] Let's just hope it tastes as good as it smells...

[ Said with a cheeky grin and a wink leveled at Alisaie. ]

[ that wink is rewarded with a very mature stuck-out tongue and wrinkled nose. ]

Have faith.

[ she's worked really hard to make this special okay!! shutup prompto!! she's scurrying back to the kitchen anyway though, to begin carrying the dishes to the table, one by one. the turkey on its platter (it's a small bird, thankfully, they hardly have space on their little table for a big one), and then a handful of ceramic pots stuffed with side dishes - roasted potatoes, string beans and sprouts, and little cubes of cornbread. it all looks good, here's hoping it tastes the same.. ]

[ It’s definitely probably maybe going to be perfectly edible and delicious.

But in all seriousness, it does smell wonderful, and every new piece that finds its way to the table looks amazing. Even if she learned it all but recently, going by looks alone, Alisaie could cook circles around him.

He sets his wine glass at what he assumes to be his place at the table, so he can take the dishes from Prompto and set them out accordingly. ]

Can you even cook, Prompto?

[ Is that like the Gordon Ramsay equivalent of DO YOU EVEN LIFT BRO, this family is the worst...

As he winds his way around the table and sets out the silverware: ]

Iiiii can cook noodles!

[ Look, it's something! And better off than he was when he first woke up here! But there's no point in arguing which of them is the better cook. Alisaie knows how to study, if nothing else, and so even if she doesn't have that chef's touch yet, she's still leagues ahead of him. ]

[ prompto is definitely the idiot sandwich in this group ]

He prepared spaghetti a few days ago, and it was not inedible.

[ she got your back, boyf. sort of.

but anyway, with the dishes all out, alisaie sets the bottle of wine down on the table, fills everyone's water glasses, and sits at last. man her feet are sore. ]

The privilege of carving the turkey is all yours, X'rhun.

[ more dad jobs. ]

Well, that's more than I can manage.

[ He's a decent hand when it comes to cooking over a campfire out of sheer necessity, but nothing special.

But this job is much more up his alley than detangling lights, and he takes up the carving knife with enthusiasm. ]

A blade I can handle! A stove I most decidedly cannot, so thank your lucky stars I'm only carving and not cooking.

[ he absolutely is the idiot sandwich ]

I think we're all lucky it's Alisaie doing the cooking and neither of us.

[ Even if he made edible spaghetti. He wouldn't even know to start with a turkey!

Setting down the last of the table settings, Prompto immediately pulls out his camera to start snapping some pictures of the meal, of the tree, of X'rhun carving the turkey. Gotta make sure they have lots of memories to go around, you know? ]

[ ah yes, that's her boy.. the idiot sandwich... ]

Well, save that assumption until after you have tasted it, but it certainly looks edible.

[ it actually looks pretty great if she's honest. following a recipe is really no different from following any other set of directions, so realizing that made it easier. being a supernerd prodigy comes in handy in all sorts of ways. either way, the jury is still out until it's in her mouth. ]

[ X’rhun makes quick work of the turkey at least, his ears flicking in Prompto’s direction now and then when the camera clicks. He’s still not used to the fact that one can just… capture any given moment with the press of a button. ]

Well then, let is dispense with the talking and commence with the eating!

Hear, hear!

[ That is an idea he can absolutely get behind, the heavenly smell of the turkey making his stomach rumble, and Prompto finally sets his camera aside and sits at the table, drumming his fingers eagerly against his plate. ]

If it tastes half as good as it smells, we're in for a real treat!

[ So, compliments to the chef. ]

[ oh gods well now she's starting to get nervous.. THIS COULD END IN DISASTER!!

but she piles her plate up nonetheless, with thick hunks of meat, and large helpings of potatoes and string beans, slathering it all with a healthy coat of gravy. where does she put it all? who knows. she's probably sold her soul to the devil, if she had one. ]

Well go on then, my friends. Enjoy.

[ she doesn't want to take the first bite okay.. instead she's watching expectantly. if it tastes terrible please lie!! ]

[ Ah, is that how this is going to be? Alisaie practically radiates nervous anticipation as she sits down, and X’rhun figures he’ll bite the bullet, or turkey in this case. Once he has his own plate piled high and takes his seat, he digs right in.

Thank your lucky stars, Alisaie, because it does taste as good as it smells. Behind him, his tail gives a happy little wave. ]

I daresay you missed your calling as a chef, my dear.

[ Prompto also needs no additional urging to eat, especially when it looks and smells this good. Tastes good is the final test, and sure enough, after cramming a forkful into his mouth, his humming his approval and talking through his food. ]

Mm-mmm! Are you the Oracle, babe? Because this bird is divine!

[ And in goes another forkful, even if he wasn't completely finished with the first one. ]

[ alisaie releases a heavy breath the moment it remains clear that neither of them are going to spit their food back onto their plates, her alleviation palpable. hurrah!! it's edible!! ]

Thank the Twelve, it has not killed you.

[ tho she's exaggerating a lil bit.. mostly she had just worried that the food would be dry or underseasoned, but her cookbook research had uncovered the miracle of brining. all but beaming with joy and relief, she tucks into her own plate with gusto. let us merrily stuff our faces. ]

[ X'rhun's eyebrows go up, and he jabs his fork in Alisaie's direction. ]

Ah, now the truth comes out! Had I known that was a possibility, I'd have let Prompto take the first bite!

[ Despite stuffing his face with food he is clearly enjoying, Prompto puts on a frown at X'rhun's remark. ]

I dunno if I like how quick on the draw you were with that...

[ Why is he always the guinea pig!!! This is why guys like him die first in horror movies. ]

[ as always, prompto is the lowest man on the totem pole. alas.. alisaie laughs around a mouthful of roast potato. ]

Sorry, love. But you're fine!

[ they all are, apparently, but she falls silent while tucking into her meal, time to eat her fill while it's all still fresh and warm. mmmm. ]

[ Poor, poor Prompto. They tease out of love, really.

But the time for chatting is apparently over as they all take to their meals. He wasn’t lying when he said it was delicious, and with all the side dishes to try, it will likely be a while before conversation resumes in earnest.

It strikes him that this is the first time in a very, very long time he’s actually, truly celebrated Starlight. So far, it’s just been a bit of decorating and dinner, but it’s already the best Starlight he could have asked for.

Once he’s eaten his fill at long last, he heaves a contented sigh, leaning back in his seat. ]

Would that we had something long the lines of “ver-clean the kitchen” as well.

[ X'rhun isn't the only one leaning back into his chair. Prompto mimics him, patting his stomach and sighing dreamily. He probably just, like, doubled his body weight, but it was worth it. Starlight is quickly becoming his favorite holiday... ]

Hm...ver-clear the plates...ver-pour a warm drink...ver-put me to bed...

[ He could take a nap right here! But the night's not over yet! ...Even if he has no idea what comes next. ]

[ she feels that, deeply. it's so satisfying to be nice and full, and she'd be perfectly down to take a ver-nap too, but no!! there's more to be done,. the tree needs finishing, and then of course there are gifts. so, too bad! ]

Nice though that might be, there is no time for naps.

[ and she'll be the catalyst to get things started here, standing slowly from her chair and piling her cutlery and glass onto her plate. on the way to the kitchen the squeeze's x'rhun's shoulder, and kisses prompto's hair - come on boys, get your fat lazy butts up. ]

Remember, there is cocoa on the way that you would not want to miss.

[ Excuse you X’rhun’s butt is not fat??

But at her prompting, he rises from his chair with only a small noise of protest. Moving is certainly an endeavor after that much food. He gathers his dishes and utensils, trailing after Alisaie to the kitchen, reaching over her shoulder from behind to pluck the dishes from her hands. ]

I believe she who cooked does not need to clean, though you are welcome to try and tackle that awful string of lights if you like.

[ He's only too happy to join in this cause. Or any cause that has him not attempting to detangle the light string.

He springs out of his seat, ushering Alisaie towards the living room. ]

Oh, yeah! We totally got clean-up on lockdown! You go enjoy your time with the lights now!

[ wait, what the heck is this. it feels less like charity and more like they're just trying to pawn the worse jobs off on her..

.. so halfway to the living room, she's digging her heels in, literally. ]

Does that mean you do not want cocoa?

[ because that's what she was gonna do, nerds.. ]

That's hardly fair, threatening us with a lack of cocoa.

[ The way he laughs as he says it completely undermines any fake offense he was aiming for. ]

Make your cocoa. Prompto and I can still tend to the dishes, and then we will all finish the tree. Is that agreeable?

[ He supposes that's only fair, and he does want cocoa, of course. That said, he can't be held responsible if he really does doze off after drinking it... ]

Deal. Let's move it to the kitchen!

[ And hopefully the three of them will be able to figure out the tree together. ]

[ don't worry, any sleepers will be rudely awakened and set back to work, so prompto will receive his comeuppance should he shirk his holiday duties in favor of a nap.. ]

I hope your tastebuds are prepared, I have found a new recipe.

[ /ignis glasses adjust

but they're back in the kitchen, so while the boys set to scrubbing she's setting a cast iron pot onto the flame and filling it with milk. ]

[ X'rhun gets to washing, passing the dishes to Prompto to dry. ]

You really are becoming quite the culinarian. I may make it a habit to come by for dinner more often.

[ Drying dishes he will happily take. It's much gentler on the skin, and they all know he feels about personal care...

But ah, Alisaie's choice of words makes him so nostalgic, soon she'll be coming up with new recipes on the fly when they defeat monsters in battle. ]

A-and I'm getting better, too! [ DON'T LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS he's proud of his achievements in the kitchen. ] Not as good as Alisaie, of course. She's a natural.

[ pls cook delicious foods ]

You're a flatterer, but I certainly would not go that far..

[ a natural? no way. capable? closer to the truth. she's burned plenty of pancakes and dumped runny, flavorless eggs into peo's food dish plenty of times before.. this domesticity has taken practice!! ]

But anything to have you over for dinner more often.

Oh? Well, then, you’re more than welcome to man the kitchen next time I stop by, Prompto.

[ They can have passable pasta or whatever else. ]

Truth be told, you need only send me a message. I will accept even the flimsiest excuse to come over.

[ He can pan a good cake, too! What, he'll become one of those pancake prodigies who can cook faces into their breakfast. ]

We should totally make it a more regular thing! Like...a little weekly family gathering.

[ 'Cause, you know, they are family. ]

[ the milk is warm, so the chocolate goes in next, and a generous amount of salt. stir. ]

Ah, I think that would be lovely.

[ she can't help but smile broadly. weekly spaghetti night!! ]

Name the night, then! Let us make it a family tradition.

[ How funny it is to think that he has a family here. Their worlds are gone, and in their wake they have all forged something truly special. He's glad for it, this little beacon of hope and joy. ]

[ he's gonna make....wait for it....prom' spaghetti

thank you i'll be here all week ]

Sunday? Wednesday? Any night works for me, really.

[ It's nice, isn't it? Feeling like there's a place you belong, in this world between worlds. ]

Sunday would be excellent.

[ for the sake of convenience we'll just say it's the day everything here closes early too...

anyway, in go the marshmallows to melt a little, and she lets it simmer while pulling down three mugs. ]

It's settled, then.

[ While Alisaie finishes with their cocoa, the boys finish with the dishes. They still have that damnable string of lights to deal with, but after good food and with what already smells like amazing hot cocoa, he thinks they can manage. ]

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