> Nepeta: REUNITE WITH YOUR LUSUS

[bestestfurrend]

[Anyone who spends any time at all with Nepeta should have noticed her absence the past day or so. She'd been just about everywhere hunting for easter eggs for a while, skipping about with two great baskets, one on each arm, and apparently throwing herself completely into this fun new game.

And then she just didn't show up any more.

Until now.]

My Pounce! Look, look everybody! It's my Pounce! She found me again!

[The feed shows a delighted Nepeta and a great white double-mouthed cat purring loudly and nuzzling all over her charge.

Yes, this is indeed why the small kittytroll hasn't been around. She's been busy cuddling her lusus, and has been for a while judging by the white hair covering her hat and coat.]

Oh, oh, this is the best day efur!

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[alternia_strength]

If it does not produce the correct mash potatoes, absolutely. Failure cannot be tolerated in such a thing.

[Of course, they actually were instant mash, so... he started heating the water to boiling as directed.]

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[bestestfurrend]

[She hovers nearby, eyes fixed on the proceedings.]

...can we blow it up a tiny little bit even if it does work?

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[alternia_strength]

You know, I'm interested. We can look into it tomorrow. And I ...

...

[He's added the stuff to the boiling water and stirred it. Sure enough, mashed potatoes, like magic. It's awe inspiring.]

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[bestestfurrend]

...it's really working!!

[Careful, Equius, or your curious little moirail will poke a curious little finger right into the boiling hot mix!]

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[alternia_strength]

Stay back you!

[He waved and gave her a growl while he stirred it. Soon it needed to be set off and the heat turned down. He took out the meat and set each slab on a plate before ladling out potatoes.]

It's very hot Nepeta, no leaning in close.

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[bestestfurrend]

But it's smelling yummy and I'm hungry! [Meaaaat. She wants!]

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[alternia_strength]

A little more, Nepeta. We wouldn't need you getting your tongue scalded. You wouldn't be able to taste it now would you?

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[bestestfurrend]

I suppaws not...

[About thirty seconds pass.]

What about now??

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[alternia_strength]

[Another thirty seconds and one shushing, and there's a plate in front of her and him while he shuts off the last of the burners and makes sure the pots are rinsing.]

There you are.

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[bestestfurrend]

It smells so good!!

[She bounces a little on her chair, but she's polite enough to wait for him to join her before digging in.]

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[alternia_strength]

[He settled down, putting water in front of them both. No, lusus milk is not already on his menu. With a nod, he motioned for her to try some of it.]

It is nothing special, but it does smell good, yes.

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[bestestfurrend]

[She digs in, cutting up an enormous slice of the steak and stuffing it all into her mouth, chewing with a blissful look on her face. Nice and rare, just how she likes it!

...the mashed potatoes are forgotten for a moment in favour of the meat. This should not be too surprising.]

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[alternia_strength]

[No, it's not surprising at all. he'd made sure to include vegetables that were at least the right shade of green to tempt her to eat something healthy along with the meat. However, both of them were much more on the carnivorous side of things as it stood, so it shouldn't have surprised anyone where their interests lay in a meal.]

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[bestestfurrend]

[That is very tricky and clever of him - she does, indeed, at least pick at the veggies a little bit instead of ignoring them completely.]

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[alternia_strength]

[Grub crawls, grub crawls. He took another bite and gave her a snaggled grin.]

Good?

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[bestestfurrend]

Mmhmm!

[She can't exactly answer, because her mouth is very, very full. She sees that grin though and grins back, nudging her foot against his leg beneath the table. It's good to see her moirail so very happy.]

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[alternia_strength]

[He's not really good for more than a mono-syllabic grunt himself. Of course, only she would understand what he's expressing as 'happiness.' It was a muted surliness that looked diffidently accepting of the food he'd put before himself.

Most would assume he was actually annoyed, or constipated, or both. Only someone who spent this much time with him actually knew he was ... almost content.]