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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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[ 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.]

Come on, you're not grumpy or fat. I was just messing around a little!

[ just. watching him eat. why is he such a jerk. ]

[and he just laughs.]

So am I.

[and with that he finally holds out the tray to her so she can take her plate.]

And you thought the best way to do that would be to keep a sick person from eating her breakfast?

[ but she doesn't actually sound angry, and she'll take the plate anyway. ]

You seemed to have enough energy for it.

[and he then takes his and heads over to sit on his bed.]

[ she follows his example, sitting on her bed with her plate carefully balanced on her lap. ]

Yeah, but I won't have energy like that if you keep trying to starve me out.

[ and she sticks her tongue out at him before getting started on her food. ]

Like I would actually eat all of that.

I dunno, I bet if you really tried, you'd be able to do it.

[ or maybe that's just her. ]

Oh I probably could, but it might a little much even for me.

[though he does enjoy these waffles and eggs. also bacon. mmmm bacon.]

Hey, there's no such thing as too much food! Especially when it's this good.

[ and she smiles around her fork as she takes another bite. she's eating with a little less enthusiasm than she usually does, but she's definitely enjoying herself nonetheless. ]

Should I have called you a little piggy instead of a puppy then?

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

[and just going to look at his plate while not hiding the smirk.]

[ she sets her fork down and just. glares. ]

Yeah, right. You were totally trying to say I eat too much, weren't you?

Definitely not what I was implying.

Then what were you implying?

That you just like food and little piglets are cute.

That means I'm cute, too, right?

I suppose you can be.

Sometimes.

That's it? Just sometimes? Talk about harsh.

And if I said you were cute all the time?

[ she sniffles, setting her plate aside before she answers. it's almost empty at this point, so she's probably done with it. ]

Then that'd be more like it. Girls can be sensitive, so it's good to throw them a bone every once in a while, you know.

[ especially after comparing them to pigs. ]