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[ after entering their room, leia's first order of business had been to take a bath. the food and medicine would probably be ready by the time she was done and, after such a long day, a nice, long soak sounded pretty appealing. so, she had gathered up her pajamas (because screw rpg logic that says they wear their default outfits to bed) and headed for the bathroom— but not without calling a warning to not peek over her shoulder as she went.

her bath wasn't too long, all things considered, but she had been right about their order being ready by the time she was done. it wasn't until she started eating that she realized how hungry she actually was, though, and she was pretty quiet while they ate as a result. there might've been a little bit of joking back and forth, of course, but her focus had been on the food in front of her. she even managed to take the medicine without too much complaint (though she had definitely made it known that she wasn't a fan of how it tasted).

and by the time all of that is over and they're both done with anything else that might need to be tended to, she's actually feeling a little bit better. her fever is still there and she's still feeling weaker than usual, but she's also more comfortable and ready to settle in for some well-deserved relaxation. the room's cozy atmosphere definitely lends itself to that, especially now that the noise from the festival has completely faded away for the night, anyway.

if she was roomed with milla and elize like old times, this would probably be when she would try to spark up some girl talk, and while alvin probably isn't suited for that, that doesn't mean that they can't talk at all. so, she scoots to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle over it, and pats the spot beside her. ]

Wanna come sit?

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I thought as much.

[but he does walk over to her, leaning over a bit as he places a hand to her forehead. ...hmm.]

A little warm, but not as bad as yesterday. You still have another dose of the medicine, right?

Ugh, that stuff?

[ she wrinkles her nose, but leans over so that she can move her hat and take the bottle from where she left it on the nightstand. ]

Do you think I should take it? I was kind of hoping I could wait for it to go down on its own.

[ but she's taking a look at the label anyway. ]

Come on, you're the one who used to be a nurse.

[a small flick to the forehead before he pulls back and grabs his change of clothes.]

Go ahead and take it. I'm using the bathroom first.

All right, all right. You win.

[ she fiddles with the bottle for a little while, but by the time he comes back out of the bathroom, it will be sitting empty on the nightstand. because she's a good patient. ]

[when he comes out, he's shaved a bit, styled his hair, and changed. he also took a considerable amount of time in there, but he looks as refreshing as ever and notes the empty bottle. atta girl.]

All right, your turn. If you hurry, we might still manage breakfast.

Or do you want to eat in the room again?

No way am I going to try to navigate the crowds when I feel like this.

[ and to make her point, she flops back down into the bed. ]

Let's just order in.

Uh oh. Does that mean we're staying in today?

[he sits in one of the chairs as he reaches for the inn's landline phone that they totally have because I said so.]

I guess that depends on how I feel later.

[ she shrugs, messing with the bedding until she can prop herself up comfortably on the pillows. ]

Maybe we can stay in for a little while and then hit the streets again later on.

[ it's not like she can't work from her bed, anyway. in fact, she even reaches for her notepad once he's on the phone, because if nothing else she can always organize her notes and work on a rough draft. ]

[seeing her so hard at work is admirable, he'd admit that. once he makes the call, he looks over at her.]

You really don't take many breaks, do you? If I were you, I'd just sleep in bed and not worry about work until later.

Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a hard worker, right?

[ she says this without so much as glancing up at him. ]

Maybe you could stand to learn a thing or two from me.

[ or maybe she could stand to be less of a workaholic. ]

Hey now, I work plenty hard. I was even thinking of heading back down there and meet a few merchants.

Don't leave me alone for too long, if you do.

[ and now she looks over at him. ]

I'll seriously go stir crazy if I have to sit in here by myself all day!

[a dramatic sigh.]

Fine, fine. I wouldn't want the pup to tear up the room while I'm gone.

... did you just compare me to a dog?

[ don't bully the sick person— ]

What? You'd be one of those cute ones. You know, the little furry ones that like to hop around and bark a lot.

[the Rieze Maxian equivalent of a Pomeranian.]

[ so he thinks she's cute... ]

Then I guess you'd be a big, grumpy tomcat. Kind of like Rollo, but not as adorable.

[ and there's the door, so their insult fest should probably get put on hold. ]

What? Grumpy?

[and fat? that's harsh, man, he works out! but he has to get the door. but guess who's also holding onto her food when he comes back.]

Guess that means I'll eat all of this on my own.

You're just proving my point about the whole grumpy thing, you know.

[ and she scoots to the edge of the bed and holds her hands out. ]

Now, come on, hand it over.

You know I'm the one paying for it, right?

[just going to. move farther away from her.]

[ it takes her a minute, but she eventually pushes herself up and follows after him. ]

Then I'll pay you back for my half. That sounds fair, doesn't it?

Let's see...I'm also paying for the room, too.

[just going to continue being a jerk and move around, keeping the tray away from her.]

[ then she's going to keep following him, because two can play at that game. ]

I'll pay you back for half of that, too. And for anything else you've paid for since we got here.

But you said I'm like a grumpy cat and we all know cats are both selfish, needy, and just love to screw with their owners.

[and just side-stepping around her.]

I thought you were a cat person. Shouldn't that have been like a compliment?

[ she stops following him in favor of planting her hands on her hips and giving him a look. ]

Not when you imply I'm a grumpy fat one.

[also. will be going ahead and picking out a grape and tossing it into his mouth.]