IC; backdated to 9/7

[ahotpeace]

[it is evening.

the treehouse, for those who pass it regularly, is a little differently tonight. what is normally a soft even glow of light seems to be flickering vaguely, and the heavy curtains that make up its door are drawn, the ladder left down.

perhaps something is up.

if no one else would notice, violet certainly would.]

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[purple_pliers]

[and of course she does, as soon as she comes back from her lab... although something is a little different about her as well. she's wearing a cute little dress and her hair is down (although she missed a grease smudge beside her nose).

she's also pushing a wheelbarrow, heavily laden with a bulky, blanket-wrapped something. she leaves it at the bottom of the ladder when she goes up]

Warren?

[ahotpeace]

[when she gets inside, she can see that the odd quality to the light was because he has candles burning on strategically placed metal plates. (this is a tree, after all) the place looks otherwise the same, although there's a wide, flat box beside the bed... and a little radio-stereo looking thing that they didn't have before. warren's hair is also down, and it looks very freshly dyed. perhaps annabelle was here?]

Hey.

[blinks at.]

Where'd you get that?

[purple_pliers]

Get -- oh, the dress? Shiki made it. Um.

[looks around]

You go first.

[ahotpeace]

...uh.

[stands up, first, grabbing a tissue from the box on the bookshelf and coming over to wipe that stray grease smear off]

Only if you promise not to laugh.

[purple_pliers]

[takes advantage of his proximity to kiss him at the corner of his mouth]

Promise.

[ahotpeace]

We'll see if you keep it.

[your hair is down uhurhur--i mean. right. steps back again and goes for the box]

[purple_pliers]

I am a lady of my word.

[still hovering near the door, what are you doiiiing]

[ahotpeace]

[he's taking out like. silly picnic plates and stuff, but also containers of a clearly not-from-the-mess-hall dinner. there are also some cupcakes, which are probably from the mess hall.]

Sit down, you're making me nervous.

[purple_pliers]

[sits, just watching him]

Sorry.

[ahotpeace]

[opening things and setting them beside her. this is not very formal, but it looks like authentic chinese which means he probably cooked himself.]

[purple_pliers]

Oooh, what's that? It smells really good.

[ahotpeace]

[says some stuff that doesn't really translate... then aborts mission and just gives ingredients]

[purple_pliers]

[waits in happy anticipation, probably beaming at him]

[ahotpeace]

Well?

[...food, woman. eat it.]

[purple_pliers]

You're going to eat too, right?

[trying things, om nom]

[ahotpeace]

Yeah.

[but he's glancing at the little stereo]